Scrap Bundy - Gang sh** lyrics

Gang sh**, Yeah that gang sh** All my n***as on that gang sh**, yeah that gang sh** My lil' n***as love that gang sh**, yeah that gang sh** I heard b**hes want that gang sh**, well here that gang sh** All my n***as on that gang sh**, yeah that gang sh** b**h im talkin' bout that bang sh**, that what you claim sh** My n***as wild a rang-a-tang sh** Tote that flame sh** My lil' n***as love that gang sh** Yeah that gang sh** I heard b**hes want that gang sh**, well here that gang sh** b**h im talking bout that bang sh**, that run a train sh** My n***as wild a rang-a-tang sh** Tote that flame sh** My lil' n***as love that gang sh** Yeah that gang sh** Scrap Bundy Verse: b**h i'm bundy out that jacktown Yeah that jacktown In the hood i got my cap gown Never back down We don't do no f**in' smack down How that gat sound? p**y boy i got yo' background How you trap now? I'm a motherf**ing feen, i can't keep that act. down My lil' n***as ?? some keys, gotta keep that strap now Told em always keep it pimpin' ain't no room to lack now Any n***a try to rob, you hit em with that mack round sh** that's just how it goes, but if you shoot him, better k** him Cause if that n***a live, he gone come back in his feelings And he gone want revenge, so better watch out for his friends Cause they'll try to do you, just to prove they get it in Murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder, murder Never ran track but in my hood they jumping hurdles Sipping on that green lean ?? ninja turtle Muthaf**in' k**er, Scrap Hitler, f** it murk em! HOOK Hoodstar Chantz Verse: Me and my n***as on that gang sh**, yeah that gang sh** Who you plug with? what you banging? you false claiming n***as acting tough for hoes, see now that's that lame sh** Stay in yo lane b**h (gun shots x3) my shooters shooting like that can't miss Got a bank roll it don't cost too much I can tell he a snitch cause he talk too much Only ride foreigns, we don't walk too much And i stay sipping syrup like i cough too much Hit me on my line, and i'm probably in the trap If she ain't f**ing me, then she probably f**ing scrap If i don't get it off a b**h, or i got it off my funds Then i probably got it with the strap Gang sh**, that's that gang sh** Oh you n***as talking money, you speak my language Oh you n***as acting funny we dont play no games b**h Put yo face on a t-shirt and make you famous Money hit my line like it miss me My hoes don't even kiss free p**y a** rappers try to diss me? b**h i'm a k**er don't tempt me Trill young n***a like pimp C Every real n***a in the world get me Folk, til' i'm ghost, so you already know I gotta keep a whole bunch of shooters with me HOOK