Sign Language Lyrics – YG

[Intro]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, b!tches
Fours, deuces, treys, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromising quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills living
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a n!gga want the smoke
(West Coast)

[Verse 1]
I'ma bang on b!tch boys (Uh-oh)
Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his b!tch toys
You ain't say my name in that diss song
B!tch as* n!gga, that's not a diss, boy
It's YG aka Chin-Checker
4Hunnid worth fifty million, I'm a rich stepper
Woah, I might pop out in some leather
Or in some D!ckies like, f**k your Margiela

[Chorus]
Twist your fingers up
Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Oh)
Throw up your gang
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang
What set you claim
N!gga?, Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang
It's all the same
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang

Twist your fingers up
Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)
Throw up your gang
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim
N!gga?, Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)
It's all the same
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)

[Verse 2]
Yeah, bang on 'em (Bang on 'em)
Mr. Gangster with designer
Get strange on 'em (Uh-oh)
I hang with the savages
We got rank on 'em (Sacks)
Went from broke to rich
I had to change on 'em (Yeah)
Cherry red, I'm flamed up
Cherry red Chucks (Yeah)
On gang, Blood, we don't do no head up's
I'm the one they call when they get jammed up
Yelling free the gang, we don't do handcuffs
Big drip, hoes tricks, Glock .9, long clips
B!tch strip-pole, gripped on Bloods
I'm with a few Crips
F**k good, love hard
I burnt out my love chart
Black trucks bulletproof
Them Glocks on my security guard
Rich n!gga, six figures
Ain't sh!t, you b!tch n!gga
Lit n!gga, they pay me to pop sh!t, n!gga
A verse from me is like four or five bricks, n!gga
And at the video shoot I do this, n!gga

[Chorus]
Twist your fingers up
Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Oh)
Throw up your gang
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang
What set you claim
N!gga? Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang
It's all the same
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang

Twist your fingers up
Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)
Throw up your gang
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim
N!gga? Bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)
It's all the same
N!gga, bang, n!gga-n!gga, bang (Bang)

[Outro]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, b!tches
Fours, deuces, treys, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromising quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills living
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a n!gga want the smoke
(West Coast)