Gang Bang - Cap 1

Chyeah

Bring me my ma’fuckin' hat

Set trippin' on you niggas

‘Bout to get it gangbangin' on you ma’fuckas

Chyeah

Cut through this ma’fucka with the top back

Throwin' signs all out the window at you niggas

Chyeah

You know what it is, nigga

Aye, look…

I’m from the city where they gang bang

Gang bang, gang bang, gang bang

Tattoos on my body — represent my gang

Bunch of niggas with me — reppin' the same thing

What you reppin' homie?

What you reppin' cous'?

What you reppin' gangster?

What you reppin' blood?

Throw your sets high — rep for that logo

Got my hat cocked — pistol in the chokehold

Bunch of niggas with me — they all felons

Extended clips — AK47s

Gangster Disciples — Black Stones

Vice Lords — we back on

My city love me, can’t forget them Latin Kings

First plug was a Mexican I met, he threw me half a thing

Blow me with them midis

I wanna make a play like a nigga getting' busy

Breakin' down work over East with the four

Gangbangin' nigga whoop a nigga out his clothes

I’m a hood nigga, and y’all know that

Familiar bricks be foam-wrapped

Whole thing I grind it up

Rolex I don’t wind it up

Some niggas hood bleed blue

Some niggas hood bleed red

Just seen a dead man walkin'

Homies call him Lil' ½ Dead

Caddy off and it’s damn fast

Mama smokin', she a crack head

I only know how to activate

Nigga, grab the semi, nigga crack heads

Hundred deep they on the block

Trigger play, that’s off the top

Every young nigga posted up

And live a thug life just like Pac

That paper chase, when will it stop?

Hustler just like his pops

Nigga sixteen with a eighteen

Nigga, sixteen off in the Glock

Ridin' on his enemies

All these dreams, buyin' quarter keys

Two blocks, that’s 66th

Ask him where he from, he gon' represent

I’m 500 with this bandana

My bars crack, no antennae

I rock jewels, no Santana

Give you sixteens, Joe Montana

I put niggas on World Star

Then go platinum the next day

Put hollow tips in your girl’s car

Then be at the funeral like «let's pray»

Got a hundred racks in my back pack

Put half of that on your snapback

Nigga livin' life on that fast track

‘Til he slowed down by that black mack

I’m a real blood —

Come to Compton, see real thugs

Since Mary J did «Real Love»

I’ve been poppin' niggas like pills, blood

12-years-old, walkin' to sixth grade

Red Bulls jersey and a switchblade

Cedar block and let them heaters pop

It ain’t a nigga from my hood that’s bitch-made

I got a red rag in my Trues

Red dots on my tools

Redbone in my Coupe

Red ‘Rari, no roof

Up the ratchet like Soo

Then pull the trigger, like «whoop»

Milk carton catch the shells

Now we merkin' niggas, no proof

I’m authentic, fuck a throwback

Niggas throw one I throw four back

It’s Blood Gang, let’s go, Cap

Yeah

Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang, gangbang

Tattoos on my body — represent my gang

Bunch of niggas with me — reppin' the same thing