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All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride
When you fuckin' with the mob, hit 'em in the jaw
All of my niggas bi-polar, lean in the pour up
Mix it with Xan, now you tore up
Runnin' with my gang, bumpin' that Keef in the hoop
It's motivatin' my soldiers
Don't keep the gun in the holster
Hide it in Tommy, hopin' they don't pull you over
Coppers on the block, tappin' on the Motorola
Gotta keep the fuckin' beeper on you
All of my killers is ridin' with me for the night, yeah
Flacko just hit me like he just landed from Dubai, yeah, yeah, yeah
See we're in the club, where bitches is fuckin' tonight, yeah
Is it you, you or you, you
If your man talkin' shit then I shoot
Like doot-doot-doot-doot
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride
We gon' mob
All of my niggas gon' ride
Blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
Yammy Gang gang, say my name five times
Candymane-mane-mane-mane-mane
Bitches on my hotline bling
Thank you BasedGod, brang-dang-dang-dang
Me and Pop fuck the same hoes
Beat the pussy like the Wayans bros
Bang-bang-bang-bang like Chiefy Sosa
Flocka with the fuego
Run at any case, money be the case
Murder be the case, better call the lawyer
Try to beat the case, try to flee the states
Cry to immigration, nigga, thought I told you
Nut on her face, bought her shades
I pull up, pull all on her face
Pussy get murdered every day, bruh
Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang
Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang
Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang
My niggas set it on anything
2016, we got bigger plans
I might go bleach in that boo pack
I might go home but don't talk to me
Yeezus, Jesus walk with me
Last year bein' broke
If you ain't talkin' money, don't talk to me
Yamborghini high
Diamonds in the rain, made the hall of fame
Prosper be the gang
Always gotta strive, I could never change
Word to Yams
I'll smack a nigga in his skinny pants, yeah
High as hell
Man I'm fly as well, do the Diddy dance
Yeah
Yamborghini Gang
Yammy Gang
This the A$AP Gang
This is for all my beautiful people around the world. My son was a genius. I wanna continue his legacy