YNW Melly - Gang (First Day Out) Lyrics

I know
Tell me now, no, oh-ohh
Lemme get in my Michael Jackson shit for real, eh
I'm hot as f*ck in this jacket (woah, oh, ohh)
Getting hotter than a bitch in here, yeah
I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih
Shawty drunk as f*ck I think she did a beer
I don't want that hoe, she from last year

Gang, gang, gang, gang
I ain't really with the shits, yeah bih (gang, gang, gang, gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know a nigga run that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know a nigga run that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know a nigga really
Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime
You know a nigga really
Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah

F*ckboy get tucked in they muthaf*ckin' pamper
Leave you shitted out, f*ckboy what's the answer
Couple new niggas but they ain't answer
Ballin' on niggas like I got bouncer
Ballin' on niggas like I got cancer
Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch done named should be Prancer
Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch done should be a dancer
She don't wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (tip her)
Thick yellow bitch and she grabbin' on my zipper, uh (on my zipper)
Catch a pussy nigga, shoot 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper)
Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl you know I'm slimey (slatt)
F*ckin' on yo thot, I'm like the Grinch I'm super grimey (slimey)
Slimey, green, ooh, yeah (yeah)
Think the bitch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (glass)
F*ck yo thot and I won't go mad (mad)
You love that bitch so much, you even ate the ass (the ass)
Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (spaz)
F*ck on yo thot I'm from muhf*ckin' Trinidad ('nidad)
I'm just playin', you know a nigga from the G (the G)
I got racks, you know them bitches all on me

In my queue, in my queue, yeah you're next (yeah you next)
Eat that dick, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade)
Yo nigga hatin' think he need some Haterade (so hard)
F*ckboy, I don't play no ace of spades (go hard)
I keep my weapon deployed (ohh)
They want the boy to be destroyed
F*ckin' on yo thot, I'm like "ugh" (woah)
I might air her, she f*ck on all my boys
I'm a rich street nigga, ya dig that
Pull up on yo' ass, you get yo' wig snatched
Like 3 bitches in the nine fighting for, uh
Tracks (slatt, slatt)
Tracks (gang, slatt, gang)
Hoppin' out the coupe with the MAC (with the MAC)
Tell a pussy nigga back, back (back up, back up, back)
Wait, tail a pussy nigga bike, bike (bike, bike)
Bih ride on the dick just like a bike (like a bike, man)
I am not no motherf*ckin' dyke (f*ck you pussy)
F*ck it boy I'll shoot up, why? (why, why)
Huh, I would take yo muthaf*ckin' life (take your life)
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't take nobody life (no cap)
And you know a nigga got a couple strapes (strapped, strapped, strapped)
Pussy bitch, you know I like them egg whites (energy)
Big titties on the front of her chest (that back)
Big titties, 5 bands I'll invest (I'll invest)
F*ckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (arrest)
You're heart-broke, you can't even say yes (yes)
You're heart-broke, you can't even say no (no)
You're my bih, yeah, like the poles (woah, oh, ohh)