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Terror Gang

by YSB OG

[Intro: Kane Grocerys]
Out here in Gothlanistan eating noodles and sh*t
Still struggling, still shyning, you dig

[Hook: Kane Grocerys]
(OG, Shyne Boys CEO)
Shyne Boys 2k15 Taliban
Gothganistan we don't give a damn
My n*gga SGP, that's my f*cking man
Run up you'll get fammed
Poppin out them vans
Young n*gga going ham I gotta eat n*gga
R.I.P Slim Dunkin, real street n*gga
Ask a b*tch about my meat she like my skeet n*gga
You a lame n*gga, how to eat n*gga

[Verse 1: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne boys 2k15 taliban
You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan
Rolling gorilla thumbs it hurt my chest man
Icy ass necklace on my neck man
Yuh, yuh, and yo b*tch n*gga
And I'm f*cking on yo b*tch n*gga
Yo clique some f*cking simps n*gga
And you a little ass b*tch n*gga
See me, I be with Goth Thugly we be thuggin
n*gga you don't want to be me muggin
I have and go and send my cousin
They'll really f*cking murk you for nothing
I be really in the field
These n*ggas don't do f*cking drills
I really f*cking hold the steel
And if you try me you can get killed

[Verse 2: Black Kray]
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*tch I shoot, b*tch I skrrt
Pulling out them Rarri's, buku Rari first
Shyne shyne, rob my hoe
Pulling kick doors 'cause I gotta get some more
Rob my hoe, rob my b*tch
Stay counting guap like a thug, I get rich
Check my mouth, same color as a p*ss
Check my mouth same color as my b*tch
Gold slugs, n*gga no love
Goth'd out and I'm crying, what the f*ck?
Cooling in the cut
Trying to get these motherf*cking [?]

[Verse 3: Pollàri]
Fourteen on my left
I'm trapping like thirty to spend
I'm f*cking her friend
I f*ck in a Benz
I kick it like Caleb
I want Rarris and Rangers
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*ck
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
Fauni hits licks when he stains

[Verse 4: Thouxanban Fauni]
f*ck my b*tch go hit the studio then f*ck my other b*tch
Hit a lick and a stain, sold that strap with a brick
f*cking coke ain't f*cking with it n*gga I'm on boof
My life IMAX AMC, f*ck n*gga you just Netflix
Gave away my old hoes, on to the next chick
n*ggas think they moving weight off f*cking dimes and selling nicks
n*gga I'm in NYC, balling like a f*cking Knick
I'm gone make some plays and a hit a run and then run up in yo sh*t
Who the f*ck, that's staring at my window?
Sleeping with the heat under my pillow
Making life a movie yeah these clips extendo
n*ggas claim they rappers but they play pretendo
b*tches playing games looking like Nintendo
Juggin ten though, in the indoor

[Verse 5: Mista Splurge]
I'm iced out just like snow hoe
You might need a snowblower
Wild black n*gga 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 Làri
Aye she staring at my teeth, she obsessed with me
I just love this cheese I gotta chase this cheese
b*tch like Popeye I need my green, like Popeye need my green

[Verse 6: SpaceGhostPurrp]
b*tch I'm about the f*cking bands
I'm finna get the money, all in my hands
I'm finna go straight, to the f*cking bank
And if you look wrong, I'ma leave you stank
Look at my b*tch mane
Coke on her f*cking back, man that sh*t long
Man fury coat white man my swag strong
Man oh my god b*tch my di*k long
Put it all up in your b*tch mane she love to moan
Now I'm hitting your butch, three up in the morning
You already know man yes I'm f*cking zoning
Sliding swerving lane to lane man in the morning
Headed to my f*cking crib I got three b*tches
One is my main b*tch, the other two is my mistress
If you f*ck around with me you will come up missing
And I put that sh*t on jitt b*tch hoes just stop b*tching
You already know I don't give a f*ck about a politician
And you already know that these n*ggas be wishing, that I fall, suck my di*k b*tch suck my balls
Every street be the block where we love to ball
And these n*ggas watching out but we don't f*ck with y'all
Cuz y'all watching us looking like f*ck n*ggas on the wall
And that b*tch got me against the wall she popping that pus*y all on my di*k
You already know I'm the sh*t
And this rap sh*t I can't quit
Killing it, hit the mall man a million licks
Hitting a million licks yo b*tch be taking them pics

[Hook: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne Boys 2k15 Taliban
Gothganistan we don't give a damn
My n*gga SGP, that's my f*cking mans
Run up you'll get fammed
Poppin out them vans
Young n*gga going ham I gotta eat n*gga
R.I.P Slim Dunkin real street n*gga
Ask a b*tch about my meat she like my skeet n*gga
You a lame n*gga, how to eat n*gga