Kane Grocerys - Terror Gang lyrics

[Intro: Kane Grocerys] Out here in Gothlanistan eating noodles and sh** Still struggling, still shyning, you dig [Hook: Kane Grocerys] (OG, Shyne Boys CEO) Shyne Boys 2k15 Taliban You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan My n***a SGP, that's my f**ing mans Run up you'll get fammed Poppin out them vans Young n***a going ham I gotta eat n***a R.I.P Slim Dunkin real street n***a Ask a b**h about my meat she like my skeet n***a You a lame n***a, how to eat n***a [Verse 1: Kane Grocerys] Shyne boys 2k15 taliban You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan Rolling gorilla thumbs it hurt my chest man Icy a** necklace on my neck man Yeah Yeah in yo b**h n***a And I'm f**ing on yo b**h n***a Yo clique some f**ing simps n***a And you a little a** b**h n***a See me, I be with Goth Thugly we be thuggin n***a you don't want to be me muggin I have and go and send my cousin They'll really f**ing murk you for nothing I be really in the field These n***as don't do f**ing drills I really f**ing hold the steel And if you try me you can get k**ed [Verse 2: Sick Boy Rari] White-t, black hoe, white sheets Flip phone same color as Yo Gotti teeth Soulja Racks, hopping out the Soulja coupe Taliban, Gothganistan troops b**h I shoot b**h I skrr Pulling out them Rarri's, buku Rari first Shyne Shyne round my hoe Pulling kick doors cause I gotta get some more Round my hoe, round my b**h Stay counting guap like I thought I get rich Check my mouth, same color as a piss Check my mouth same color as my b**h Goth Slur, n***a no lord Goth ? And I came with the ? Cooling in the cut Trying to get these ??? [Verse 3: Pollari] Fourteen on my left I'm trapping like thirty to spend I'm f**ing her friend I f** in a Benz I kick it like Caleb I want Rarri's and Ranger's You get dismissed if I say so You might get hit if I say so Boy I shoot like John Dillinger They know we don't give a f** I drop the roof in the winter bruh Get the ten you can run it up Ain't no set ain't no gang Me my brothers we bang 45 right to his brain ? Licks ? [Verse 4: Fauni] f** my b**h go hit the studio then f** my other b**h Hit a lick and a stain, sold that strap with a brick f**ing Coke ain't f**ing with it n***a I'm on boof My life IMAX AMC, f** n***a you just Netflix Gave away my old hoes, on to the next chick n***as think they moving weight off f**ing dimes and selling nicks n***a I'm in NYC, balling like a f**ing Knick I'm gone make some plays and a hit a run and then run up in yo sh** Who the f**, that's staring at my window? Sleeping with the heat under my pillow Making life a movie yeah these clips extendo n***as claim they rappers but they play pretendo b**hes playing games looking like Nintendo Juggin ten though, in the indoor [Verse 5: Splurge] ??? You might need a ??? Wild black n***a might shoot you on go-pro Aye she ride me like a Rarri then bounce pogo Aye he wanted to try me, so he died for free Aye it's Mr. SGP, Goth Money and Lari Aye she staring at my teeth, she obsessed with me I just love this cheese I gotta chase this cheese b**h like Popeye I need my green, like Popeye need my green [Verse 6: SGP] b**h I'm about the f**ing bands I'm finna get the money, all in my hands I'm finna go straight, to the f**ing bank And if you look wrong, Ima leave you stank Look at my b**h mane Coke on her f**ing back, man that sh** long Man fury coat white man my swag strong Man oh my god b**h my dick long Put it all up in your b**h mane she love to moan Now I'm hitting your butch, three up in the morning You already know man yes I'm f**ing zoning Sliding swerving lane to lane man in the morning Headed to my f**ing crib I got three b**hes One is my main b**h, the other two is my mistress If you f** around with me you will come up missing And I put that sh** on jitt b**h hoes just stop b**hing You already know I don't give a f** about a politician And you already know that these n***as be wishing, that I fall, s** my dick b**h s** my balls Every street be the block where we love to ball And these n***as watching out but we don't f** with y'all Cas y'all watching us looking like f** n***as on the wall And that b**h got me against the wall she popping that p**y all on my dick You already know I'm the sh** And this rap sh** I can't quit k**ing it, hit the mall man a million licks Hitting a million licks yo b**h be taking them pics [Hook: Kane Grocerys] Shyne Boys 2k15 Taliban You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan My n***a SGP, that's my f**ing mans Run up you'll get fammed Poppin out them vans Young n***a going ham I gotta eat n***a R.I.P Slim Dunkin real street n***a Ask a b**h about my meat she like my skeet n***a You a lame n***a, how to eat n***a