GMEBE Bandz - T-sh** lyrics

[Intro: GMEME Bandz] It's a whole lot of fake sh** goin' on man A lot of b**hes, [?] man, women too Talkin' sh**, ain't with the sh** We on that big OT sh** man You know how we comin' boy Gang, gang, gang, gang Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Hook: GMEME Bandz] x2 Hallelujah oh my god, these hoes lyin', b**hes fraud b**hes take yo panties off, we don't need yo man involved This ain't what you want at all Money stack up 8 feet tall b**hes pray that we shall fall, wonder why I never call [Verse 1: GMEBE Bandz] Ridin' dirty like some muf**in' outlaws All money, I get it even without y'all Talkin' sh**, that's really go'n be yo downfall And f** 12, we pullin' up at the town hall I'm going stupid, should put me up on the short bus We still demons all strapped up on the tour bus And if you want it you got it, you gon' see more of us And if you come on the 9, we gon' be shootin' stuff It's Jack Town, we takin' to get our loota up No need to panic, I got it, I keep the Ruger tucked I used to be at the bottom and now I'm movin' up And now f**in' the gang, so better lube it up This b**h wantin' my kids, she tryna make me bust She wanna ring on her finger she always tryna rush I'm in love with these bars, I put em in a crush And I ain't loving these broads, I never give em trust And f** the law, they tryna put me up in the cuffs And f** the opps, they talking' but they don't ever bust Bullets hittin' they face like Mayweather gloves Speakin' just how I'm feelin' cause I ain't said enough And hit the stage for the rats, go head sell it up And then we droppin' the fire, go head and wet em up Imma stay on my grind, I'm never lettin' up Pullin' up on the 9, just know you better duck And if you goin', my guy, It's gon' be homicide Yellow tape on the scene I can see his momma cryin' Boy, I don't know how to fake cause I ain't never lie Unless I'm facin' the judge, then I could tell a lie You the type to be snitchin' cause you could testify I got the soul of a demon so I could never die Ain't no more love in my heart, I could never cry Mix some Margiela on me so I'm forever fly [Hook x2] [Verse 2: GMEBE Bandz] Baby girl on my dick like a p**n star We in the Beamer doin' drills at the foreign car Young wild boys and you know we goin' far I got a sign for a mill cause I'm goin' hard I got Money with me you know he a blast that Murder Man AC he a blast that LP in the cut, where the Mac at? A titanic, I always stay where the strap at You like some b**hes, you always stay where the cats at A 2 turnt, like summer time, where the flasks at? Remember smoking' with DD, I'm from the wood tip Told me keep to myself, that was a good tip I always keep it a 100, that's just some hood sh** I keep the OG, we smokin' up on the good sh** We gettin' bricks and puttin' em on the freeway Remember back in high school juggin' lean stains Now days we all about hittin' one ways Jumpin' out, we double and lettin guns spray That's why I'm sittin' in service here on a Sunday You go on me then it's only endin' up one way Macs bustin' around like a surround system My man Kush, he get down to trade pound wit' em And Big T got the 40, we downtown wit him Up in the party, we walking' up in the lounge wit' him And b**hes pillow talkin' but they ain't around wit' her And part of me I can't hear you, I got the loud in em I do this sh** for my squad, ain't no doubt in em And he ain't been on no head, there's no clout in him Hear the trail in my voice, thats south in em You talk a whole lot of sh**. That mouth in em Do this sh** for my gang Gang, gang, gang, gang [Hook x2]