YNW Melly - 'Gang (First Day Out)' Official Music Video 🎶

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[Intro]
I know
Tell me now, no, oh-ohh
Let me get n my Michael Jackson sh*t, 'cause really
I'm hot as f*ck in this jacket (Woah)
Getting hotter than a b*tch in here
I ain't really with the sh*ts, yeah bih
Shawty drunk as f*ck , I think she did a be3r
I don't want that ho, she from last year

[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang (I ain't really with the sh*ts, yeah bih)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know a n*gga run that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know a n*gga run that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You know a n*gga really
Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime
You know a n*gga really
Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah

[Verse]
f*ckboy get tucked in a muthaf*ckin' pamper
Leave you sh*tted out, f*ckboy, what's the answer?
Called them n*ggas but they ain't answer
Ballin' on n*ggas like I got bancer
Ballin' on n*ggas like I got cancer
Hoppin' on that d*ck, that lil' b*tch, that name should be Prancer
Hoppin' on that d*ck, that lil' b*tch, that should be a dancer
She don't wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (Tip her)
Thick yellow b*tch and she grabbin' on my zipper (On my zipper)
Catch a p*ssy n*gga, sh00t 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper)
Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl, you know I'm slimy (Slatt)
f*ckin' on yo' thot, I'm like the Grinch, I'm super grimy (Slimy)
Slimy, green, ooh yeah (Yeah)
Think the b*tch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (Glass)
f*ck yo' thot and I won't go mad (Mad)
You love that b*tch so much, you even ate the a$$ (The a$$)
Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (Spaz)
f*ck on yo' thot, I'm from muhf*ckin' Trinidad ('Nidad)
I'm just playin', you know a n*gga from the G (The G)
I got racks, you know them b*tches all on me
Am I cute? Am I cute? Yay or nay? (Yay or nay?)
Eat that d*ck, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade)
Yo' n*gga hatin', think he need some Haterade (So hard)
f*ckboy, I don't play no ace of spades (Go hard)
I keep my weapon deployed (Oh)
They want the boy to be destroyed (Oh)
f*ckin' on yo' thot, I'm like, "Ugh" (Ugh)
On my heirs, she f*ck on her, I'm a boss (Woah)
I'm a rich skreet n*gga, ya dig that?
Pull up on yo' a$$, you get yo' wig snatched
Like three b*tches in the line fighting for, uh
Tracks (Slatt, slatt)
Tracks (Gang, gang)
Hoppin' out the coupe with the MAC (With the MAC)
Tell a p*ssy n*gga back, back (Back up, back up)
Wait, tail a p*ssy n*gga bike, bike (Bike, bike)
Bih ride on the d*ck just like a bike (Like a bike, man)
I am not no motherf*ckin' d*ke (f*ck you, p*ssy)
f*ck that boy, I'll sh00t up, why? (Why, why)
Huh, I would take yo' mothaf*ckin' life (Take your life)
Shut the f*ck up, you ain't take nobody life (No cap)
And you know a n*gga got a couple stripes (Strapped, strapped, strapped)
p*ssy , you know I like them egg whites (Energy)
Big t*tties on the front of her chest (That back)
Big t*tties, five bands I'll invest (I'll invest)
f*ckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (Arrest)
Your heart broke, you can't even say yes (Yes)
Your heart broke, you can't even say no (No)
[?], yeah [?] (Woah, oh, ohh)