Gang Shit No Lame Shit (Explicit)

Gang **** No Lame **** (Explicit) - Key Glock

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Soon as I walk through the door uh

Designer it's head to toe yeah

Young n***a all 'bout his dough uh yeah yeah

My n***a come get your ho yeah b***h

Paid cash I don't have a note uh

Hell yeah I want me a Rolls Wraith

Spent twenty racks on my rose chain

These n***as hatin' is so lame

I'm ballin' need Rogane

Hop out the drop smokin' propane yeah

I do my d**n thing

Boy you ain't nothin' but a d**n shame

Smashin' your b***h yeah your main thing

Come get your ho off my ding-a-ling

Poof on the b***h just like David Blaine

Balenci runners no shoe strings

I drip so much sauce I done left a stain

You get the picture without the frame

I pull out the pistol I bet that I bang

Play hot potato with his motherf**kin' brain

I shoot to kill so you know I got aim

You just a S**tzu and I'm a great Dane

You know I get to the cream with my gang

We Paper Route it is not Wu-Tang

Soon as I walk through the door uh b***h

Designer it's head to toe yeah

Young n***a all 'bout his dough uh yeah yeah

My n***a come get your ho yeah

Paid cash I don't have a note uh

Hell yeah I want me a Rolls Wraith

Spent twenty racks on my rose chain rose gold

These n***as hatin' is so lame

Hop in the foreign to change lanes hop in the

Young n***a fly as a d**n plane fly as a

Walk in the hoes go insane yeah

Ice on my Patek my wrist sprained ice

I'm rich b***h Glock Rick James I'm rich

Cuttin' these checks like sensei cut

And that s**t like every day yeah

If I ain't gettin' paid then I'm gettin' laid yeah

Yo b***h