Gang Shit No Lame Shit - Key Glock

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

RamyOnTheBeat

Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Walk through the door)

Designer, it’s head to toe, yeah

Young nigga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)

My nigga, come get your ho, yeah (Bitch)

Paid cash, I don’t have a note, uh (I don’t have a note)

Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith

Spent twenty racks on my rose chain

These niggas hatin' is so lame

I’m ballin', need Rogane

Hop out the drop, smokin' propane (Yeah)

I do my damn thing

Boy, you ain’t nothin' but a damn shame

Smashin' your bitch, yeah, your main thing

Come get your ho off my ding-a-ling

Poof on the bitch 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 motherfuckin' 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 (Bitch)

Designer, it’s head to toe, yeah

Young nigga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)

My nigga, come get your ho, yeah (Come get your bitch)

Paid cash, I don’t have a note, uh (I don’t have a note)

Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith

Spent twenty racks on my rose chain (Rose gold)

These niggas hatin' is so lame

Hop in the foreign to change lanes (Hop in the)

Young nigga fly as a damn plane (Fly as a)

Walk in, the hoes go insane (Yeah)

Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained (Ice)

I’m rich, bitch, Glock Rick James (I'm rich)

Cuttin' these checks like sensei (Cut)

And that shit like every day (Yeah)

If I ain’t gettin' paid then I’m gettin' laid (Yeah)

Yeah, told bitch