Yammy Gang Songtext / Lyric

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