Sunshine Christo, Hank Chill - YOU AIN’T GANG lyrics

Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyone knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break
Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyone knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break

Fraud, niggas breaking laws
Selling cocaine in their gym socks
This ain't fun dip, make the money dip
Selling pills to lil kids
Middle schoolers hitting licks
Just to buy some fucking beats
The world is so dirty so
Why bother being clean
Stuck in eternal sleep
Sleeping off the pills
I can't stop me, so who else will
Got a RIAL Knife, got a new blade
I'ma slit his wrists like I'm
Cutting up a snakе
Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyonе knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break
Fraud, niggas breaking laws
Selling cocaine in their gym socks
This ain't fun dip, make the money dip
Selling pills to lil kids
Middle schoolers hitting licks
Just to buy some fucking beats
The world is so dirty so
Why bother being clean
Stuck in eternal sleep
Sleeping off the pills
I can't stop me, so who else will
Got a RIAL Knife, got a new blade
I'ma slit his wrists like
Cutting off a snake

Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyone knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break
Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyone knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break
Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyone knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break
Who are you, you ain't gang
No one looks at you that way
Everyone here knows that you're fake
And one day your act will break

Yeah, count it up, count it up

Throw em off the cliff like Deception Pass
You ain’t gang
Turn the volume down when you pass
You ain’t gang
Oh you say you wanna carry that
You ain’t gang
Hit your cover I'ma get him fast
You a loser stuck on media consumption
Integration, different number guns when
I bust em
In a major way, yeah we gonna pump em
You ain’t gang, ain’t nobody fucking want ya
It just depend on the mood what we do
Put that clip to your tongue if you move
Said you better kneel when you talking to us
Yeah you feel depression when I’m
Aiming at you chumps