Wiz Khalifa, Casey Veggies - Gang lyrics
Wiz Khalifa [Cameron Jibril Thomaz] Minot, North Dakota/Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Wiz Khalifa, Casey Veggies - Gang lyrics]
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
I'm rolling up that motivation
They'll never give me no credit
No alerts turned on my phone so
I ain’t get your message
These women all in they feelings
Over callbacks and all that
Man tell these hoes that I’m
Big timing, I’m Mannie Fresh
How you love that?
That bank card like uh, rich nigga no limit
Top off when it pop off with
Her head down how I’m living
Bitch stay out your feelings
Keep it G and get richer
She came over, that’s game over
She here talking with Richard
I told Light if it’s go time and
She ‘bout that then it’s lit
Kap just called me on FaceTime while
Smoking joints with your bitch
And it’s G-A-N-G, gotta say it two times
Twenty cents on me in the party
I got two dimes that’s for sure
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
All these hoes in my phone
They be out to get me
Swear I ain’t really doing nothing wrong
I been goin’ so damn hard and I
Ain’t seen her in so long
My legs tired from running game but
I thank god I’m strong
Every day I gotta fight ‘cause I’m
Putting on for my fam
Hundred mil all in my will
Was always in the plan
Hell yeah, that come with it
I sacrifice for the gang
Baby girl she laid up
I’m countin’ dough with my gang
Wizzle Man stay getting high
Young Veggies doin’ the same thing
I ain’t sayin’ no names
All I know is go bang
All these hoes is insane
But all my bitches go HAM
Fit them girls in a van
Young Veggies the man
In like ten years I’m still
Ridin’ ‘round with my gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang
I got all these niggas screaming gang gang
I got all these niggas screaming gang gang
Tell me why these niggas screaming gang gang
I’m the one that got you screaming gang gang
Poppin’ P’s, rollin’ lots of trees
You ain’t copping these
Mami these is Saint Laurent jeans
Now go’n and top me
I get pussy ‘cause I’m popping
Car pull up, I drop it
If it’s money then we talk it
If it’s not you need to stop it
Got a girl but I need options
You like one, take your pick
Love some black girls but this
White one looking thick
IG taking flicks, she T deep taking dick
Khalifa Man take your bitch
One rule, make me rich
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
I'm rolling up that motivation
They'll never give me no credit
No alerts turned on my phone so
I ain’t get your message
These women all in they feelings
Over callbacks and all that
Man tell these hoes that I’m
Big timing, I’m Mannie Fresh
How you love that?
That bank card like uh, rich nigga no limit
Top off when it pop off with
Her head down how I’m living
Bitch stay out your feelings
Keep it G and get richer
She came over, that’s game over
She here talking with Richard
I told Light if it’s go time and
She ‘bout that then it’s lit
Kap just called me on FaceTime while
Smoking joints with your bitch
And it’s G-A-N-G, gotta say it two times
Twenty cents on me in the party
I got two dimes that’s for sure
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
All these hoes in my phone
They be out to get me
Swear I ain’t really doing nothing wrong
I been goin’ so damn hard and I
Ain’t seen her in so long
My legs tired from running game but
I thank god I’m strong
Every day I gotta fight ‘cause I’m
Putting on for my fam
Hundred mil all in my will
Was always in the plan
Hell yeah, that come with it
I sacrifice for the gang
Baby girl she laid up
I’m countin’ dough with my gang
Wizzle Man stay getting high
Young Veggies doin’ the same thing
I ain’t sayin’ no names
All I know is go bang
All these hoes is insane
But all my bitches go HAM
Fit them girls in a van
Young Veggies the man
In like ten years I’m still
Ridin’ ‘round with my gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang
I got all these niggas screaming gang gang
I got all these niggas screaming gang gang
Tell me why these niggas screaming gang gang
I’m the one that got you screaming gang gang
Poppin’ P’s, rollin’ lots of trees
You ain’t copping these
Mami these is Saint Laurent jeans
Now go’n and top me
I get pussy ‘cause I’m popping
Car pull up, I drop it
If it’s money then we talk it
If it’s not you need to stop it
Got a girl but I need options
You like one, take your pick
Love some black girls but this
White one looking thick
IG taking flicks, she T deep taking dick
Khalifa Man take your bitch
One rule, make me rich
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang