I know they style they don't come around NaW they Kant hang they don't bang they don't slang if u wit us u with the mob u with the gang got these Shorty's tryna clang to my ding a lang make her throw it back like a boomerang damn I luv the way she move that thang make me say dang and that even part of my slang they dont want no part of my gang well line yo ass up and leave u wit a part in yo brain stay in yo lane all these niggas be lion I'll leave u with some stains on ya mane you don't really want it wit my gang we be rocking fangs in case we gotta bring it to yo veins when i pop out i be looking flyer than planes