[Intro: Cap 1]
Chyeah
Bring me my ma [bad word]  hat
Set trippin’ on you niggas
‘Bout to get it gangbangin’ on you ma [bad word] Chyeah
Cut through this ma [bad word] with the top back
Throwin’ signs all out the window at you niggas
Chyeah
You know what it is, [bad word] Aye, look…

[Hook]
I’m from the city where they gangbang
Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing

[Verse 1: Cap 1]
What you reppin’ homie? What you reppin’ cous’?
What you reppin’ gangster? What you reppin’ blood?
Throw your sets high – rep for that logo
Got my hat [bad word] – pistol in the chokehold
Bunch of niggas with me – they all felons
Extended clips – AK47s
Gangster Disciples – Black Stones
Vice Lords – we back on
My city love, can’t forget them Latin Kings
First plug was a Mexican I met, he threw me half a thing
Blow me with them midis,
I wanna make a play like a [bad word] getting’ busy
Breakin’ down work over East with the four
Gangbangin’ [bad word] whoop a [bad word] out his clothes

[Hook x2]

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]
I’m a hood [bad word]  and y’all know that
Familiar bricks be foam-wrapped
Whole thing I grind it up
Rolex I don’t wind it up
Some niggas hoods bleed blue
Some niggas hoods bleed red
Just seen a dead man walkin’,
Homies call him Lil’ ½ Dead
Caddy off and it’s [bad word] fast
Mama smokin’, she a crack head
I only know how to activate [bad word]  grab the semi, [bad word] crack heads
Hundred deep they on the block
Trigger play, that’s off the top
Every young [bad word] posted up
And live a thug life just like…
That paper chase, when will it stop?
Hustler just like his pops [bad word] sixteen with a eighteen [bad word]  sixteen all in the Glock
Ridin’ on his enemies
All these dreams, buyin’ quarter keys
Two blocks, that’s 66th
Ask him where he from, he gon’ represent

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Game]
I’m 500 with this bandana
My bars crack, no antennae
I rock jewels, no Santana
Give you sixteens, you’re Montana
I put niggas on Wold Star
Then go platinum the next day
Put hollow tips in your girl’s car
Then be at the funeral like “let’s pray”
Got a hundred racks in my back pack
Put half of that on your snapback [bad word] livin’ life on that fast track
‘Til he slowed down by that black mack
I’m a real blood [bad word] to Compton, see real thugs
Since Mary J did “Real Love”
I’ve been poppin’ niggas like pills, blood
12-years-old, walkin’ to sixth grade
Red Bulls jersey and a switchblade
See the block and let them heaters pop
It ain’t a [bad word] from my hood that’s [bad word] made
I got a red rag in my [bad word] Red dots on my tools
Redbone in my Coup
Red ‘Rari, no roof
Up the ratchet like Sue
Then pull the trigger, like “whoop”
Milk carton catch the shells
Now we merkin’ niggas, no proof
I’m authentic, [bad word] a throwback
Niggas throw one I throw four back
It’s Blood Gang, let’s go, Cap
Yeah

[Hook]

[Outro: Cap 1]
Gangbang, gangbang, gangbang, gangbang
Tattoos on my body – represent my gang
Bunch of niggas with me – reppin’ the same thing