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letra de with the gang - jay critch, ricobaby, doe gwapo, mally bandz & saetheguard

[chorus: jay critch]
i cannot really have fun unless i got the gang with me
you know i stay with a pump, and the shooters gon’ bang for me
i’m in the coupe with a baddy, i told her if she ain’t getting money, she lame to me
he is not 30 or talk money, he can’t hang with me
louis belt cost 850, [?] i don’t pay tickets
in my hood, call me k.d
diamonds jumping like blake griffin
ain’t gotta make a call for the strap, ’cause i came with it
please do not get involved with that sh-t if you not with it

[verse 1: jay critch]
and i’m with mally bandz, so you know i’m drank sipping
still with the bros, used to go hit a stane with them
i done took a loss, but you know i ain’t tripping
she got a lot of racks, put her on a list of my main b-tches
when i got to the gwop, they changed
whole time, i was staying the same
[?] got the grip, got range
let it off [?] like dame
we spinning an opp, get hit
when he spinning, ain’t got no aim
them n-ggas can’t stand no rain
and the opps still fans, they strange

[verse 2: rico baby]
don’t get it twisted, we still in these streets, b-tch, it’s 30 the gang
i send some shooters [?] your block, please do not play with the gang
know we’ve been having that sh-t, and having our way before all of this fame
since it was [?] and [?], you come to my block, you get beat with a cane
remember them days i used to hop on the train
i’ma go hop in the range
remember that day she ain’t give me no play
now she screaming my name
now i just f-ck her and pass her to gang
no, you cannot be my bae
and we still getting pay from running them plays when we not on stage
these n-ggas [?] popped, they think [?] someone to blame
my n-ggas sip wok, [?] sipping that drank, but that sh-t too plane
i got a new glock
the same day, i went and bought me a chain
[?] last thing he gon’ see is my name
rico baby
[verse 3 ?]
got the 30 on, i serve them, my gang gifted
got a new gun with a new beam, his aim different
got 40, [?] back, but i ain’t crippin
lotta [?] in this cup, but i ain’t slippin
n-ggas ain’t, listen
we been on the mission
ain’t no compitition
i’ve been reminiscing
b-tch, we the wave
[?]
he got shot, she gt grazed, it can happen [?]

[verse 4 ?]
[?] but i’d rather [?] with [?]
b-tch, we block blessed, savage world every day
b-tch, i’m 730, got that tatted on my face
got it on my wrist and my arm and my waist

[verse 5 ?]
i don’t know what these b-tches [?] hoes be all the same
got money, stay in your lane
but i save that sh-t up for the range
broke [?] selling this weight
[?]
n-ggas hate when we [?]
’cause they know we buy up all the [?]
if it’s beef, i don’t make no mistake
try to jump in the street, looking both ways
[?] how i get to the cake
[?] watching for jakes
hop [?] gates
[?] never ever took [?]
[?] my mans, [?]
[?] she got something on the way
[chorus: jay critch]
i cannot really have fun unless i got the gang with me
you know i stay with a pump, and the shooters gon’ bang for me
i’m in the coupe with a baddy, i told her if she ain’t getting money, she lame to me
he is not 30 or talk money, he can’t hang with me
louis belt cost 850, [?] i don’t pay tickets
in my hood, call me k.d
diamonds jumping like blake griffin
ain’t gotta make a call for the strap, ’cause i came with it
please do not get involved with that sh-t if you not with it

- jay critch ricobaby doe gwapo mally bandz saetheguard

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