Big Baller B, Lil Mosquito Disease, KidPatrick - You Ain't Gang lyrics

Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain’t Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain’t Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang

Bitch It's Lil Mosquito I
Let extendo boom bang
Everyone knows I rich like Bobby Tang
Bitch you know that I talk those slang
Bitch you know that I go with the mac
Bitch you know that I go with the mac
Bitch you know I give you
A motherfucking heart attack
Lil Mosquito Disease, sip that lean
I pop the molly and the bean
Shout out my Crips
You know that we all got these bitches
You know that I ain't ever
Gonna go and snitch ayy

Racks up, make sure that the bags secured
The crib so big, you gon' need a whole tour
Riding in the foreign, never in the four door
And I got the pinky ring
It didn't come from Mordor
Counting up the bands
And I count me up a little more
Mess with me and you gon' be
More than a little sore
Me and Mosquito we be balling
You can check the score
Flex Entertainment we gon’ pull up
By the whole store
And I got the Glock up in my pocket
Not no holster and I let it spray
Heat you up like a toaster
I am a legend, I could be up on a poster
I just make this hard
You could call me a composer yeah
Cash coming in you know that I get the bags
Ride with the strap and you
Know that I can lang
I’m in a Bentley and this ain't no minivan
If there’s no elastic then you
Can't call it cash diamonds they flash
Might do the dash you gon' be smacked
All of these racks, I never pay tax
That just be facts, that just be facts
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain’t Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang

Hold the gun steady
Bout to make the crowd loud
With confetti have em laughing
Like American tread
Wap call me Fetty in the drop come and get me
Not a single cop around the block
Is stop where I'm sitting (ay)
Kick them like karate

The haters getting sweaty
Probably because I wasn't ready like
Sike come and get me
Head you with the drums steady
And your arms steady
Hit you with the pump steady
Others saying that you knocking at the door
Say I'm hot out the oven but
My knickers from the north rapping so fast
I guess you can hit the right
And it's a damn shame getting in the beef
It's too exciting gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, You Ain't Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang