CORRECT LYRICS
I hop on the beat I ain’t showin no mercy, you try me I’m goin straight stupid
I ain’t making no love to you, I ain’t no lover lil b*t*h and my name is not Cupid
We push up with sticks, we get active have his ass walking like he was fruity (Oh he gay)
And I’m geeked off the runts, got ?? yeah I’m just feeling lil looney
I caught a opp lacking he sh*t a lil brick, that lil n***a damn near pooted (pu**y)
n***a having pressure we chasing them racks, yeah we just really be cooling (On god)
But if you wanna take it there, we can take it, nah I’m not scared of you b*t*h (No cap)
Catch him at a red light, hit him with the pole now we have his ass lit, okay
Glock .45 with a beam, f**k n***a can’t hang with my team
Lifestyle crazy sh*t feel like a dream
And I’m sipping on the act got me wanting me to lean
My favorite thing to do is to serve them fiends
Got some junkies on the block tryna buy them some green
Send them packs like a plane, VVSs in my chain
These n***as can’t hang boy you is not gang
These n***as can’t hang with the gang, all my n***as they mean and they bite like piranhas (Let’s go, let’s go)
I’m a Young Thug and I be with Gunnas, my n***as they drippin money come in bundles
Boy you a b*t*h Juwanna (b*t*h)
We having sticks and commas
And just like a phone get hit up, and just like yo daddy lil boy you get beat up
One Seven be the gang, any other n***as lame
You reach for my sh*t, leave a stain
I ain’t taking pictures my n***a we shooting and we empty clips like a movie (Uhuh)
And I like how she throwing it back, she be looking at me while I’m smacking her booty
I can’t cuff that lil b*t*h she a freak and I don’t got no time to be catching no cooties
Gang
Lyrics : Go Stupid Remix
I hop on the beat I ain’t showin no mercy, you try me I’m goin straight stupid
I ain’t making no love to you, I ain’t no lover lil b*t*h and my name is not Cupid
We push up with sticks, we get active have his ass walking like he was fruity (Oh he gay)
And I’m geeked off the runts, got ?? yeah I’m just feeling lil looney
I caught a opp lacking he sh*t a lil brick, that lil n***a damn near pooted (pu**y)
n***a having pressure we chasing them racks, yeah we just really be cooling (On god)
But if you wanna take it there, we can take it, nah I’m not scared of you b*t*h (No cap)
Catch him at a red light, hit him with the pole now we have his ass lit, okay
Glock .45 with a beam, f**k n***a can’t hang with my team
Lifestyle crazy sh*t feel like a dream
And I’m sipping on the act got me wanting me to lean
My favorite thing to do is to serve them fiends
Got some junkies on the block tryna buy them some green
Send them packs like a plane, VVSs in my chain
These n***as can’t hang boy you is not gang
These n***as can’t hang with the gang, all my n***as they mean and they bite like piranhas (Let’s go, let’s go)
I’m a Young Thug and I be with Gunnas, my n***as they drippin money come in bundles
Boy you a b*t*h Juwanna (b*t*h)
We having sticks and commas
And just like a phone get hit up, and just like yo daddy lil boy you get beat up
One Seven be the gang, any other n***as lame
You reach for my sh*t, leave a stain
I ain’t taking pictures my n***a we shooting and we empty clips like a movie (Uhuh)
And I like how she throwing it back, she be looking at me while I’m smacking her booty
I can’t cuff that lil b*t*h she a freak and I don’t got no time to be catching no cooties
Gang
