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' ' 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: the 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 trews 
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