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(Joining a gang is like having a family It's feeling you're part of something bigger than yourself) Said I'm only tryna hustle with the gang Flipping weight and gaining muscle with the gang I don't know you, I don't trust you with the gang Fuck with meeting you in trouble with the gang With the gang, with the gang, swoop My squad killing, I'm squad dealing, I'm job filling I'ma look like Jesus in the whip, I mean, if God willing When niggas show up to your shit, it ain't no crowd I ain't tripping, I just pulled up with gang and they so wild Bossing up I just pulled up with a bitch that ain't your style And she's table for the family plus the bottles, they so proud These lil niggas acting out, we got me backing out 'Fore I put my jacket down, I started 'tacking clowns 'Fore I date a boozy bitch, I'll bring a ratchet round Even the babies get the shells, some eggs hatching now Them hoes give me action now, when nigga rapping now Hella flames, she give me hella brain, I call her cap and gown I've been grinding, getting money with the gang, nigga Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, nigga I'm in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key I bag it up and them I'm hitting up the street Letras de cancionesYou ain't tryna get me paid? Bitch, I'm Gucci Think your ass is getting sad? Bitch, I'm Gucci I see zombies walking up, bitch, I'm Gucci Come out, nigga, bossing up, look like I'm Gucci Bitch, I'm Gucci Ah shit, stupid going mental Told the rap game make space for a oriental Heard this instrumental then I grabbed the paper and a pencil Going stupid like a kid in a short bus that's yellow God damn, I'm the man I'm so hot, need some fans Last year didn't know who I was This year know who I am Last year I was broke This year got some bands God damn, I don't think these pussy niggas understand Now it's Balmain logo on my pants Now every time my check clear I hit my dance I don't think these pussy rappers stand a chance Bitch, I did it on my own, never needed no events I've been grinding, getting money with the gang, nigga Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, nigga I'm in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key I bag it up and them I'm hitting up the street You ain't tryna get me paid? Bitch, I'm Gucci Think your ass is getting sad? Bitch, I'm Gucci I see zombies walking up, bitch, I'm Gucci Come out, nigga, bossing up, look like I'm Gucci I've been grinding, getting money with the gang, nigga Lord, forgive me, I put 50 on a chain, nigga I'm in the kitchen, sweating, whipping up a key I bag it up and them I'm hitting up the street (You ain't tryna get me paid? Bitch, I'm Gucci Think your ass is getting sad? Bitch, I'm Gucci I see zombies walking up, bitch, I'm Gucci Come out, nigga, bossing up, look like I'm Gucci) From Letras Mania