K-pop Lyrics

[Intro: Sheck Wes]
What the fuck is we doin'?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
Gang back in the stu'
(Gang, gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang)
Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu' (Gang)
Young nigga win, win, win, win (Bitch)
how can I lose? (How, bitch?)
Uh, how can I lose? (How, bitch?)
uh, how can I lose? (Yeah)
I ain't with the gang, gang, gang
gang (Bitch), fifty gon' shoot, uh (Squad)
Me and Trav' in a coupe (Scoop)
paparazzi, we switch the route (Yeah)
Yeah, see your bitch gettin' loose, huh
I'm in LA with the views, huh (Yeah)
I'm in LA with your boo (Yeah, it's lit)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
We on the quest with the tribe
(I bought it)
It's way too late, pick a side (Feng shui)
Jack make them boys come alive
(They what?)
Better not fuck up the vibe (It's Travis)
Runnin' this shit with a stride
You know my gang the flyest

[Chorus: Don Toliver
Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang
BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain
duckin' boys in the blue (Zoo)
I see you holdin' out on my change
I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side
best believe I got the scoop (Scoop)
I could make a hundred right now
give it all to the troops (Troops)
Whole squad got the juice (Yeah)
send a stain like a flute (Yeah)
Whole squad goin' up
JACKBOYS on the loose
(Yeah, yeah, bitch)

[Verse 3: Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
In the H, reppin' Screw (Screw)
Flamin' Harlem with the goons
(It's lit, yeah)
We was wildin', skippin' school (Wildin')
Now we can go make the (Ching ching)
Now we can go make the millions
Trinidad my crew
Cactus Jack on my shoe
And this shit
I came from the mud
straight to the top (Yeah)
Shooters outside double parked
I'm from New York, she like how I talk
She need an ass, it's bought
Came to my chambers, we went wild
Drove the bitch crazy, gave 'em all miles
I'm with young Jacques
know it's goin' down
Smokin' that Jack
get it by the pound (Straight up)
Don't need the pussy
I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
But I'm still smokin' that loud
Hit my hoes when I'm in town (Yeah)
They know who got the Scouts (Bitch)

[Chorus: Don Toliver
Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang
BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain
duckin' boys in the blue (Bitch)
I see you holdin' out on my change
I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side
best believe I got the scoop (My side)
I could make a hundred right now
give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice
send a stain like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad goin' up
JACKBOYS on the loose

[Verse 4: Luxury Tax & Don Toliver]
Yeah, I'm from the North
where they robbin' and killin' (Woo, woo)
Young nigga rich
but I'm still from the trenches (Woo)
Luxury Tax, my water by G
P-I-R-U, bitch, I bang what I bleed
I'm passin' out pills
I'ma geek up the VIP (Yeah)
One shot to the head and
make sure he don't miss
I fuck on the bitch
have her stalkin' on Fifth
Still pourin' up Act'
they say it don't exist (At all)
Fifth got some vibes at the crib
Like, ＂I wanna fuck right now＂
Keep hundred on hundreds for real
Bitch, I'm goin' up right now
Bitch rollin' some weed
you know gang in the stu'
Bottles on bottles, 1942
Models on models, this shit nothin' new
You might catch some shots
takin' shots at the crew
I like my hoes by the two
Blew 800K on a coupe (Uh-huh, racks)
We fucked
it wasn't nothin' else to do (Ooh)
You play with La Flame, I'ma shoot (Racks)
This a hundred round drum, I got mob ties
This a double M truck, ain't no broke vibes
Now we only take jets for the hard times
Know I call up them killers, they gon' slide
Bitch, I'm with the gang

[Chorus: Don Toliver
Sheck Wes & Luxury Tax]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang
BOYS hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain
duckin' boys in the blue (Bitch)
I see you holdin' out on my change
I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side
best believe I got the scoop (My side)
I could make a hundred right now
give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice (Ooh)
send a stain like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad goin' up
JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah)