Gang Shit No Lame Shit

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

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