Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Vocals
Tadoe
Vocals
Ballout
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Composer
Will Carthan
Composer
Cortez McElrath
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Malcolm
Producer
Manzo
Recording Engineer
Slavic
Recording Engineer
Chris Cheney
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
(Ayy, Young Malcolm)
Woo
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (ayy, ayy, bang, bang)
On gang
Alright, let me do this, though (bang, bang)
Ayy, I just pulled up in a 'Vette
Vet said I'm good looking (yeah, on gang)
Trackhawk seats the color of pudding (okay)
This bitch just called me pudding (okay)
And I hang my wrist up out it, smokin' on the grossest (dudadur)
You can not afford this shit, the grossest cost the mostest
Don't make me call a hit, they blitz out
Lil' folks slide and smoke you (I say)
We slidin', we slidin', we spinnin', spinnin'
They go on rollercoaster
If I'm rollin' up, then you lil' niggas know what I'm smokin' (ayy)
I'm ridin' in the foreign
And I don't even know where I'm goin' (ayy)
We five deep, back to back, ridin', slidin', and glidin' (skrrt, skrrt)
The opps so broke
They playin' Duck Duck and hidin' (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Ten thousand on that shit, boy
You shouldn't have bought that jewelry (dudadur)
I'm ridin' 'round SRT (dudadur)
The seats on they period (dudadur)
Woo (skudaskur)
On gang (skudaskur, skudaskur)
On gang (skudaskur)
On gang (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, on foenem)
Ayy, at the dinner table with the Glock up on the holster
Chopper from Iran, bitch, I be hangin' with some soldiers
The blue faces the bread and the money machine the toaster
I ain't used to wanna crease my shoes
Now I walk on the back of 'em (ayy)
Rest in peace to Tray Savage, I'm tryna MAC something
Sellin' that dope, turnt up my crack sum
Ride with that MAC, bitch, I'll hack a bitch
Bitch, don't call me Keef, call me your majesty
Where the fuck your party's at? Gang and them crash that shit
Said you got a pint, bitch, we'll match the shit
Row, row your boat up on the block, Patrick shit
Said she wanna smoke dope, told that bitch
"I got the shit" (bang, bang, bang, bang)
On gang
On gang (bang, bang, bang)
On gang (bang, bang, bang)
He just bought a pint of Tris, but he ain't know it's fake
Got a chopper same size Tiny, nigga, no escape
Boy, you better not pull up joshing unless you hold the Drac'
I ride Forgiatos like they roller-skates
I got racks on me, nigga, no debate
Bitches say that they gay, but, for me, they straight
Trap house, foreigns outside, we don't go on dates
Jewelry water, lake
Long live the greats
Ocean Prime steaks
Go, go, no breaks
Go, Ballout, niggas know it's go, go, no breaks
They got ho traits
In their whole face
I be with some warriors, call us Golden State
(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (ayy, ayy, bang, bang)
On gang
Alright, let me do this, though (bang, bang)
Pussy, stay in your lane (skrrt, skrrt)
No face, no case, bitch, no names (huh?)
Counting papers, turning pages (turning pages)
Call me Chief So the greatest (beep, beep)
I'm like, long live the greats, bitch (beep, beep, beep)
Monkey nuts, I'm going ape shit (bang, bang)
Line you up like a tape, bitch (skuda, skudaskur)
Got some gay hoes and a straight bitch (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
I'm a king, I'm a pharaoh, ho (true, true, true, true)
Pull up wide body Camaro, ho (true, true, true, true, ayy)
Free Left Eye, Jack Sparrow, ho (ayy, ayy, ayy, gang)
I'm smokin' arms out the elbow, ho (woo, woo)
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (ayy, ayy, bang, bang)
On gang (bang, bang)
On gang (ayy, ayy)
On gang (ayy, ayy, bang)
On gang (bang, bang)
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Brandon Kmiec, Tadoe
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