[Lyric] Gang (Cheks)

I'm with the gang at the crib
Pushing the keys, we all out for the profit

We bouta get rich
So we scheming and plotting

What is the scheme that we plotting
Money the scheme that we plotting

Hand on the wheel, taking a spin
Pass me the spliff ima puff it

Cops, watching
Gotta move with precaution

If you ain't talking money
You broke, eh
You ain't up to nothing

Fuck it, don't touch me
You know I ain't bluffing
So you wanna be a bad boy
Punch to your face make you puffy

Pull up in the hood in a coupe
Run into your girl and she hop in
She call up her friends
For some of my friends
All night we be clubbing

Ain't nothing haters could do to me
I am a boss, a king, I ain't new to this
Heard some niggas are beefing
Check up thier names and I be like, who be this

So why you gon beef my nigga
Why you gon beef my nigga
You can't compete my nigga

Look at my gang, study the way that we bang
Way we dey ball is alarming

For the gang
If you fuck with the gang, my gee You be getting the bang bang bang bang

Wish for a rock make it Icey(ice ice ice)
Scrr scrr in a coupe (scrr scrr)
I'm trapping ghost faces daily (cheese)
Ordinary things they ain't cool (na na)
I'm only rolling with my gees
That clearing the slips (swipe swip swipe)
Blood in theirs eyes they mean (aro)
Mahn, They never sleep
They gang, I die for my gees
Jeez!
I make a call, they gonn pull up (damn!)
I flow so sick, need a check up (damn!)
My girl she fine with no make up (she gang!)
We take ur life then we take off (pew pew!)
Please never think that it easy
Niggas on drugs
Like rocks they freeze
They hurt they bleed
No money can't feed
I see I help for a second
Then next I flee
I can be here then I'm not (Casper)
I took an oat tied a knot (aro)
To hell with the ops gotta em bleed
We blowing shots so they gotta flee
We call the shots, we topping the shit
I'm a young thug and I clear the cheese
I'm a young thug and I clear the slips
I'm a young thug and I Clear streets