GANG GANG Chords by Jackboys, Sheck Wes

What the [Cm] fuck is we doing? _
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_ _ [Gm] _ We on a quest with the tribe It's way too late, pick a side
Jack make them boys come alive Better not forget the [C] vibe
Running this shit [Gm] with a stride And you [Cm] know my gang, the flies
I'm with the gang, gang, [Gm] gang, gang Boys having all the _ [Cm] _ _ _ [Gm] coups
[Bb] I see em loading [F] all of my cranes I'm needing [Cm] all of the loot
When I'm riding off on [Gm] my side Best believe I got the scoop
[Cm] I can make a hundred right [Gm] now Give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice [G] See them [F] stand like a booth
[Cm] Whole squad going [Gm] up Trap boys on the move
In the H, we're the [Cm] screws Flaming Harlem [Eb] with the goo
[Cm] We was wild as Gibbous, good, fallen Now we can go make the _ millions
Turning down my crews, headless neck of my shoe
I came from the mud straight to the top Shooters outside, they were parked
I'm from New York, you like how I talk?
She need her asses bought
Came to my chambers, we went wild Showed a bitch crazy, gave em all mouths
I'm a young jock, nose going down Swinging that jack, get up out the pound
Don't need a pussy, I'm in and I'm out But I'm still [F] smoking that loud
Hit my hoes and I'm [Gm] in town They know who got the scouts
I'm working game, game, game, game Boys hopping out the coupe
[Cm] I'm switching lanes, trying to maintain Ducking boys in [Gm] the blue
I see [Bb] a whole lot of [Fm] my chains But not a name [Cm] on the loose
When I'm riding [D] off on my [Bb] side Best believe I got the scoop
[Cm] I can make a hundred right now Give [Gm] it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice See them stand [Cm] like a booth
Whole squad going up Trap [G] boys on the move
I'm from the south where they robbing and killing
Young nigga rich but I'm still from the trenches [Cm] Luxury tax, my water by G
P-I-U, bitch I [G] bang what I bleed I'm passing out pills, I'm the geek of the
field One [Cm] shot to the head and make sure you don't [G] miss
I fuck on them, bitch I'm a stalker, no fear Step on her [Cm] back, they say it don't exist
Sip that from Violet the creative Like, I don't wanna fuck right now
Keep playing some hunnids for real Bitch, I'm going up right now
Bitch, Rolex no please, you know gang in the stu
[G] Bottles on [Cm] bottles, 1942 Bottles on bottles, this shit nothing new
You might get some shots, take a shot with the crew
I got my heart rate by the two Blue 800k [Gm] on the coupe
[Cm] We fucked and what do you want us to do You play with the flame on my shoe
This a hundred run time, I got mob ties This a double limb truck, ain't no broke vibes
Now we only take jets for the hard times No, I call up them critters, [Bb] they gon' [Cm] fly
Bitch, I went to gang I went to gang, gang, gang, gang
Boys hopping out the coupe I switched the lanes, trying to maintain
[Gm] Ducking boys in the blue I see [F] a hundred and out of my chains
I'm 99 [Cm] on the loose Now I'm riding [Gm] off on my side
Let's believe I got the scoop I can make a hunnid right now
Give it all to the [Cm] truth Whole squad got the juice
Send a stand like the fluke Whole squad going up
Black boys on the loose _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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