Gang Shit No Lame Shit

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (RamyOnTheBeat)
 Soon as I walk through the door, uh
 Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
 Young ni- all 'bout his d-, uh
 My ni-, come get your h-, yeah
 Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh
 Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
 Spent 20 racks on my rose chain
 These ni-s hatin' is so lame
 I'm ballin', need Rogaine
 Hop out the drop, smokin' propane
 I do my damn thing
 Boy, you ain't nothin' but a damn shame
 Smashin' your b-, yeah, your main thing
 Come get your h- off my ding-a-ling
 Poof on the b- just like David Blaine
 Bullets hit runners, no shoe strings
 I drip so much sauce, I done left a stain
 You get the picture without the frame
 I pull out the p-, I bet that I bang
 Play hot potato with his motherf- brain
 I shoot to kill so you know I got aim
 You just a Shitzu and I'm a Great Dane
 You know I get to the cream with my gang
 We Paper Route, it is not Wu-Tang
 Soon as I walk through the door, uh (b-)
 Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
 Young ni- all 'bout his dough, uh
 My ni-, come get your h-, yeah
 Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh
 Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
 Spent 20 racks on my rose chain
 These ni- hatin' is so lame
 Hop in the foreign to change lanes
 Young ni- fly as a damn plane
 Walk in, the h- go insane
 Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained
 I'm rich, b-, Glock Rick James
 Cuttin' these checks like sensei
 And that sh- like every day
 If I ain't gettin' paid then I'm gettin' laid
 Yeah, told b-