YG – Sign Language Lyrics

[Intro]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, treys, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke
(West Coast)

[Verse 1]
I’ma bang on bitch boys (Uh-oh)
Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his bitch toys
You ain’t say my name in that diss song
Bitch ass nigga, 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 Dickies like, fuck your Margiela

[Chorus]
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, 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
Yellin’ free the gang, we don’t do handcuffs
Big drip, hoes tricks, Glock .9, long clips
Bitch strip-pole, gripped on Bloods, I’m with a few Crips
Fuck good, love hard, I burnt out my love chart
Black trucks bulletproof, them Glocks on my security guard
Rich nigga, six figures, ain’t shit, you bitch nigga
Lit nigga, they pay me to pop shit, nigga
A verse from me is like four or five bricks, nigga
And at the video shoot I do this, nigga

[Chorus]
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang
Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)
It’s all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang)

[Outro]
We got heaters, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, treys, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats
Notes, uncompromisin’ quotes
Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin’
Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope
Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke
(West Coast)