Gang Shit ft. Scott Free & BMG Lyrics

Ok, ok, ok

Let's do it

Boy just mad cause he flat dead broke

Talkin' that shit he don't want no smoke

Brass knucks, handcuffs, duct tape an rope

AK in the trunk wit a pound a dope

I got ice on my neck, keep it cold like Christmas

Prissy ass bitch, gettin' smack wit a quick miss

Got a gang a goons an I run a tight ship

Fuckin' wit my money put your balls in a vise grip

SKS with a high cap clip, got a tight dress for a high class bitch

Found an Addy an a Xan in my girlfriends purse

Take em both at the same time, see what hits first

Call me Fred Durst cause I want that nookie

I'm an MVP bitch, you just a rookie

Caught his bitch ass slippin

Fucked em up good, made em pay tax plus shippin

Gang shit, gang shit for real

Tell the clerk that his life ain't worth the till

I be on the gang shit, certified mount Vernon

One twenty five down the freeway servin

Gang shit, gang shit for real

Tell the clerk that his life ain't worth the till

I be on the gang shit, certified mount Vernon

One twenty five down the freeway servin

Gang shit, gang shit for real

Tell the clerk that his life ain't worth the till

I be on the gang shit, certified mount Vernon

One twenty five down the freeway servin

Servin

Servin

Servin

One twenty five down the freeway servin

If I like then I got it, all up in my pocket

I can afford it, but it's much more common for me to rob it

All the baddies wanna top me, all the clones they try an copy

Call a artist fuckin' slobby, for the blunt I keep it sparky

It don't smell like someone farted, I got good gas

Let the Dare lion down, keepin' Snoop Dogg proud

Colt fourtyfive wit my dawg we gone wild

Molded one or two youngin's they tryna work now

Hustled since school, learned a trick or two

Why so confused, I learned my own crew

The bitch over due, this flu done moved dudes

It flew the whole coop, blew off the damn roof

This gang be so rude, but we ain't affiliated

We stick to our own lane, like a fan we circulatin

Get the Champaign, the lick came to plan

Hit whole bitch, an puff off the same, gang

Gang, gang, gang

This has nothing to do with stealing

Bustin' it down cause I'm a fuckin' freak

Chillin' wit my homie cause his name is Scott Free

All these motha fuckas wanna try to be me

Cause all they fuckin' see is hoes around me

What can I say, no I am not gay

I just wanna go an play a little game

Chillin' wit my beer koozie ina jacuzzi

Talkin' to the slut like she never knew me

I fucked over ten thousand bitches

Got them to do my laundry, dishes

Packed it one time, she was a Mrs

I don't give a fuck, I do not miss this

Talkin' to a new bitch she's outta town

One day she told me she can come around

She like my music, she like my sound

She shook her booty all the way to the ground