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gmebe bandz - t-shit lyrics

[intro: gmeme bandz]
it’s a whole lot of fake sh-t goin’ on man
a lot of b-tches, [?] man, women too
talkin’ sh-t, ain’t with the sh-t
we on that big ot sh-t 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-tches fraud
b-tches 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-tches pray that we shall fall, wonder why i never call

[verse 1: gmebe bandz]
ridin’ dirty like some muf-ckin’ outlaws
all money, i get it even without y’all
talkin’ sh-t, that’s really go’n be yo downfall
and f-ck 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-ckin’ the gang, so better lube it up
this b-tch 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-ck the law, they tryna put me up in the cuffs
and f-ck 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 a stain 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 d-ck like a p-rn 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 t-tanic, i always stay where the strap at
you like some b-tches, 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-t
i keep the og, we smokin’ up on the good sh-t
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-tches 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-t 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-t. that mouth in em
do this sh-t for my gang
gang, gang, gang, gang

[hook x2]

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