Travis Scott - feat Sheck Wes-Gang Gang

Travis Scott - Gang Gang Sözleri

[Intro: Young Scooter, Travis Scott & Offset]

Yeah, haha

You already know it's that muh'fuckin' Trap Holizay

(If young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you)

Got Offset with me, Travis Scott

The best producer alive, Zaytiggy, yeah

(Zaytoven)

Uhh-uhh

You know what I'm sayin?

Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin'

You can't get on Zay' beats without rappin' cocaine, nigga

Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin', yeah

Yeah, real dope boy

We ride on the mix, yeah

Offset, takeoff on these niggas

They know what I'm mixin'

Woo, woo, woo

[Chorus: Offset]

Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)

Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)

I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)

I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)

Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)

Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)

Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Offset]

Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (No)

Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)

Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)

Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (Agh)

Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame (Uh)

Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)

Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)

My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)

[Verse 1: Offset]

Woo, woo, woo, woo

Great Dane, big dog, continental, blue frog

Pumps sawed-off, what a good day to cut the top off

Playin' with the gang get you knocked off

It was all games 'til we popped off

MAC-11 sprayin' like salt, diamonds shinin' when the lights off

I don't care about the price, dawg

Dominican bitch with some nice jaw

Creepin' in the night with your lady

Niggas hate it, but we been the greatest

Never lazy, pull up in the latest

Your pockets slim and you real shady

I'm with the mafia, cookin' tilapia

Shawty real popular, her life the opposite

That money you flexin', I know that this all of it

Won't text you 'cause I can't wait to just stall a bitch

[Chorus: Offset]

Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)

Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)

I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)

I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)

Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)

Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)

Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Offset]

Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (No)

Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)

Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)

Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (Agh)

Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame (Uh)

Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)

Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)

My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded, loaded)

[Segue: Travis Scott]

Uhh-uhh

Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin'

Fuckin' and ridin', fuckin' and ridin', yeah

We ride on the mix, yeah

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]

Butterfly doors give me road rage (Yeah)

Still ride round with the old gang (Yeah)

Astro, she got brains (It's lit)

Pop it, she got aim (Pop it)

Chinese eyes, real lo mein

Keep the Devil from my soul, man (Yah)

Keep the angels goin' both ways (Aww)

Run it up, then hit the runway

Hunnid thousands on a private (Yah, yah, yah)

Told the driver, "Keep it flyin'" (Yah, yah, yah)

Yeah, trip through the crib (Yeah)

You's amazed, I ain't sent (It's lit)

Losin' days by the blue (Yah, yah)

See the fate by the mix, it was it, yeah

[Chorus: Offset]

Walk in the club with the cash on me (Cash)

Gang in the club with the strap on 'em (Gang-gang)

I cut you off, turn your back on me (Cut)

I hit a lick, double-back on it (Huh)

I got four dubs so I'm back on it (Woo)

Stuck in the kitchen, the MAC on 'em (Stuck)

Stuck in the pot cookin' crack on 'em (Stove)

Perky and Molly, I'm back on it (Woo)

[Post-Chorus: Offset]

Bitch, I don't play with that money, no (No)

Boy, what you say? Got a mil' of those (Woo)

Don't dunk a brick, rather finger-roll (Finger-roll)

Bitch ridin' dick on her tippy-toes (Agh)

Fuck all this pain, nigga, fuck all this fame (Uh)

Nigga, I'm up like I'm sellin' cocaine (Woo, woo)

Takin' this jet to Quebec and then Spain (Woo)

My pockets loaded, can't walk, need a cane (Loaded)