作词 : twelfth lunar month
gang gang gang guarding gang
U know we are late for the best gang
Gotta go money go with my best girl coco
Loco girl loco boom clap your body doom
Man no brain with insane shite check your body swag
Daddy gotta go and we gotta follow ride yourbouncy car oh solo
We are not guitar band don't active solo unlee u want to edged forward
Now we gotta going no ask where going we only dash fo the money
All shiny with gold luxury clothing phoning how much of your business
In a sloping room cause we just od over psycho party
Shake your brain toss out your no sense shite we only need moving our body
Travel world with cash credit card only burden on us useless coffee
Seven deadly sins I have them all that's not narcissism classic
Dancing night wtever tango or ballet
Flamenco steps is always first loving
Come with me we have all night funny
Don't care your mama call now it just started
Fatty is goal refers to the wallet it's not about the body
Grown is our ambition not your six feet tall stature
Funny
Catch you ball not mean two balls under your crutch
Silly
Excuse me could u let me through I just rob a gang which so shady
Oh fk
That shite is fking crazy bro let's go
Introduce my girl loco coco have a hummer which have full of weapons
Frighten you not insane piat RPK just a little bit starters
When we open fire white house will be fell down bow down saying highness
And now we are the boss we have order consecrate your heart honest
We spit the way clean like Uzi being ruthless destroy the enemies
Bloody ice cold eyes as cold as marble shady
We can't be happy unless we look at the pocket money
Use the money to buy new equipment then we go to next party
Gun shoot ratatta we'll be bangbangbang
That's our party's music that's the charge horn yelling
Show off your dance move don't worry other side passing bullets
Our strong atk it's a level for a whole life they can't reach
Sly as a fox dark as a snake when angry as tiger there is no defense
Crush dash rush bash knock slam foolish your head
I guess u never see it no so open your eyes it's your last sign loss
Send them a missile let them live again to see hell
Bravo
ratatata
Christian pray go to the church eulogy on you no any mercy
The guns tid up on the nuns legs also strapped with you sticking
Through the hole you can see the bullet aim your head death penalty
God bless reap your soul sorry I didn't noticed you that I'm so sidy