Gang Shit No Lame Shit Songtext
von Key Glock

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (RamyOnTheBeat)

Soon as I walk through the door, uh
Designer, it′s head to toe, yeah
Young ni- all 'bout his d-, uh
My ni-, come get your h-, yeah
Paid cash, I don′t have a note, uh
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent 20 racks on my rose chain
These ni-s hatin' is so lame

I'm ballin′, need Rogaine
Hop out the drop, smokin′ propane
I do my damn thing
Boy, you ain't nothin′ but a damn shame
Smashin' your b-, yeah, your main thing
Come get your h- off my ding-a-ling
Poof on the b- just like David Blaine
Bullets hit 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 p-, I bet that I bang
Play hot potato with his motherf- brain
I shoot to kill so you know I got aim
You just a Shitzu 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-)
Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
Young ni- all ′bout his dough, uh
My ni-, come get your h-, yeah
Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent 20 racks on my rose chain
These ni- hatin' is so lame

Hop in the foreign to change lanes
Young ni- fly as a damn plane
Walk in, the h- go insane
Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained
I′m rich, b-, Glock Rick James
Cuttin′ these checks like sensei
And that sh- like every day
If I ain't gettin′ paid then I'm gettin′ laid

Yeah, told b-