Annotate [Verse 1]
No sleep gang, insomnia gang
We out here trafficking, that mean I'mma find me a lane

You wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lames
But I got bars, when I'm through selling these, I'mma buy me some fame
All about that mulah holla, I'm a Rottweiler with an iced out collar

Prada frames, Long Beach top shotta
I don't count on ^!$$%s but I might count dollars
I don't count on hoes but I might count dollars

I don't count on haters but I might count
Bottles in the VIP when the club turn the lights out
I'm on the white couch yelling out

Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
OG man, how the dope fiends came

Get em so hooked, call a dope T-Pain
Cardo on the beat, then it's no keychain
Push to start, then a Crook to park

Seats vibrate when the dope beat bang
Drank the sip, ^!$$% kush to spark


[Hook]
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang

Bang bang bang, ^!$$% no sleep gang
$#&@ sleep, get that money my ^!$$%
$#&@ sleep, get that money my ^!$$%

$#&@ sleep, get that money my ^!$$%
$#&@ sleep, get that money my ^!$$%
$#&@ sleep, get that money my ^!$$%

Smoke in the club, roll that up
Drank in the club, pour that up
Haters in the club, so damn what

If it don't make money then it don't add up
No sleep gang, roll that up
No sleep gang, throw that up

No sleep gang, throw that up
If it don't make money then you don't add up


House in the hills, thousands and mill's
Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil
On ounces and pills, how does it feel?

To count dollar bills, to count dollar bills
(X2)


[Verse 2]
No sleep gang, insomnia gang
Raised by some O dogs, that's why I polly with 'caine

They pushed rock in the 90's, they remind me of Dame
Hundred on the dash, Jordan's on the gas
Pull the top back while I'm sliding through the lanes

Yelling bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
Do-si-do with a ho he claim

In the low-key mode, know she throw me brain
And I know she know, chain and the cross
C.O.B, I'm the COB gang boss

(*##$ threw a molly in her own champagne
This time around y'all can't blame Ross
Momma told me I couldn't behave

To that dollar was Crooked a slave
Now I'm a master, fly right past ya
Louis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the grave

But before I die let me tell you this
I'mma ball on you ^!$$%s, I can tell your pissed
Talk about I took your wife out all night

^!$$% don't tell me, homie tell your (*##$

[Hook]


Bang bang bang, no sleep gang
(x4)