Gang Shit (feat. Scott Free & BMG)

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 f*ck, 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