Crooked I - No Sleep Gang Lyrics
[Verse 1]No sleep gang, insomnia gangWe out here trafficking, that mean I'mma find me a laneYou wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lamesBut I got bars, when I'm through selling these, I'mma buy me some fameAll about that mulah holla, I'm a Rottweiler with an iced out collarPrada frames, Long Beach top shottaI don't count on niggas but I might count dollarsI don't count on hoes but I might count dollarsI don't count on haters but I might countBottles in the VIP when the club turn the lights outI'm on the white couch yelling outBang bang bang, no sleep gangBang bang bang, no sleep gangOG man, how the dope fiends cameGet em so hooked, call a dope T-PainCardo on the beat, then it's no keychainPush to start, then a Crook to parkSeats vibrate when the dope beat bangDrank the sip, nigga kush to spark[Hook]Bang bang bang, no sleep gangBang bang bang, no sleep gangBang bang bang, nigga no sleep gang***** sleep, get that money my nigga***** sleep, get that money my nigga***** sleep, get that money my nigga***** sleep, get that money my nigga***** sleep, get that money my niggaSmoke in the club, roll that upDrank in the club, pour that upHaters in the club, so damn whatIf it don't make money then it don't add upNo sleep gang, roll that upNo sleep gang, throw that upNo sleep gang, throw that upIf it don't make money then you don't add upHouse in the hills, thousands and mill'sGetting wild in the field with your spouse in BrazilOn ounces and pills, how does it feel?To count dollar bills, to count dollar bills(X2)[Verse 2]No sleep gang, insomnia gangRaised by some O dogs, that's why I polly with 'caineThey pushed rock in the 90's, they remind me of DameHundred on the dash, Jordan's on the gasPull the top back while I'm sliding through the lanesYelling bang bang bang, no sleep gangBang bang bang, no sleep gangDo-si-do with a ho he claimIn the low-key mode, know she throw me brainAnd I know she know, chain and the crossC.O.B, I'm the COB gang boss***** threw a molly in her own champagneThis time around y'all can't blame RossMomma told me I couldn't behaveTo that dollar was Crooked a slaveNow I'm a master, fly right past yaLouis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the graveBut before I die let me tell you thisI'mma ball on you niggas, I can tell your pissedTalk about I took your wife out all nightNigga don't tell me, homie tell your *****[Hook]Bang bang bang, no sleep gang(x4)
