Yammy Gang – Song and Lyrics by A$AP Mob


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Yammy Gang’ by A$AP Mob. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Mob or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

All of my niggas gon’ ride, all of my niggas gon’ ride, we gon’ mob
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 what’s in the club, what 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

Yammy Gang gang, say my name five times
Bitches on my hotline, bling
Thank you BasedGod, brang-dang-dang-dang
Me and Pop f*ck 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

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