Lil Tecca, Destroy Lonely, Ken Carson - ​​gang lyrics

Yeah
Yeah (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah

I ain't got no friends
I'm posted with the gang, you a lame
You can't get in
I love my niggas, they my gang
Hell nah, they ain't got no friends
He just pop pills and sip drank
He'll never be like Ken
I took a hundred out the bank and
I put it on your mans
He ain't got nothin' in the
Bank, he broke as fuck
Look at his pants
Got like four mil' for my advance
I ride around town with a bitch from France
I do what I want, you do what you can
I do what you don't
'cause I got them bands
If you ain't talkin' money I
Can't hear what you sayin'

Do what I do, don't care what you sayin'
My life is a movie, livin' on demand
I been that nigga, but now I'm the man
Saw niggas switched up
Took a different stance
I seen the racks and took a second glance
How you move funny and fuck up a chance?
I know she gon' do it for you
But I bet the bands finna make her dance
Showin' no effort, I already know it
Feel like I'm Sosa, already glowin'
Chill with the ones, bitch, we so chosen
East to the West, I be still coastin'
I might just hit this bitch
Then I be ghostin'
They doin' the most
I ain't tryna be noticed
Don't fuck with these niggas, "bro" that
"bro" this
You don't even got that, bought that
Sold this

Yeah
I just hopped off my motherfuckin' flight
Yeah
I'm scrollin' on my fuckin' phone, yeah
I'm thinkin' what ho I'ma try, yeah
I just pulled up to my telly, bitch
And now I'm finna get high
Yeah
I just hit that lil' bad-ass bitch
But I can't make her mine
Yeah
You niggas pull up and try this shit
I swear to God they die
Yeah
Racks in, but I spent all that shit
On me Number
(N) ine, yeah
YSL my jeans, lil' bitch, yes
I get stupid fly
Yeah
When I touchdown on the East, bitch
Yeah, we play with them Five's
Yeah
Bitch, I'm with my guys, woah
Bitch, I'm way too fried
Yeah
Bitch, I'm way too high, can't eat
Lil' bitch, I order fries
Yeah
These niggas, they fake as fuck
Yeah, they just in disguise
Yeah
And these niggas don't make enough to
Go to war with I

These niggas don't make enough
Boy, I know your life real tough
I'm chasin' that bag, I'm countin' it up
I ain't got a brand, you know what's up
Boy, look at the tag my bitch ran up
I just dropped a bag on me and her
These niggas be starvin', I'm eatin' up
These niggas be sober, I'm geekin' up
You dream about that bitch
I'm freakin' her
This a Rolls Royce, ain't no Jeep in here
I spot an opp, now I'm creepin' up
Say hello to my Glock, let's meet, good luck
You know how I rock, bitch
I don't give no fuck
He mad at my cock, 'cause it been in her
He ain't sendin' no drop
'cause he scared as fuck
If that boy send the drop
Then we tearin' it up
Here, you know that we sprayin' it up
Pass me the ball, bitch, I'm layin' it up
I swear this shit be easy as fuck
Hit your ho from the back
She was greasy as fuck
You be claimin' that bitch
She be eatin' dick up
You broke and we rich
You can't mingle with us
You say that she yours
But she single with us
I was fuckin' that bitch
We was on the tour bus