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Ameen Billings - Gang Shit Lyrics

[Intro]
Whole lotta gang shit... but I don't bang
(Timeless, Timeless)

[Hook]
Whole lotta gang shit but I don’t bang (prr)
Ion keep a tool cause my niggas got aim (graw)
I will never get smoked, put that on my name (pew-pew)
Don't get lost in the sauce, don't get lost in the fame (no)
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang (graw)
Nine on my hip and a blade in my hand (prr)
I will never get smoked, put that on my name
Don’t get lost in the sauce, don't get lost in the fame

[Verse 1]
Yuh, ay
(Let's go)
Don't be ratch (no)
I'm all up in my bag tryna get this cash (woo)
Put my J's on and I get it real fast (yeah)
Niggas try to beat me but they end up last (last)
Got stabbed in the back, man this shit so funny
Y'all make me laugh "ha" (ha ha ha)
Y'all niggas clowns for real
You can’t hurt me my heart froze for real (ice)
Might be a piece for my chain for real (ice)
I’m nascar fast, go fast for real (skrr)
Hmm!
Look at your girl in my pants, ay
I make her cheat on her mans, ay
Can't tell me none bout this bands, ay
Pull up and hop out in vanz (skrr)
Groupies try get in my pants (woo)
Geeking on stage for my fans (geek)
[Hook]
Whole lotta gang shit but I don’t bang
Ion keep a tool cause my niggas got aim
I will never get smoked, put that on my name
Don't get lost in the sauce, don't get lost in the fame
Whole lotta gang shit, whole lotta gang
Nine on my hip and a blade in my hand
I will never get smoked, put that on my name
Don't get lost in the sauce, don’t get lost in the fame

[Verse 2]
(Woah, yeah)
Lemme say sum
(Tsi, tsi, tsii, tseh)
'"Click-Clack', lay flat", I don't really do that (lay flat)
Pull up with the gang-gang, you don't want that
East Side-East Side, where a nigga at
Two-six, four-one, PVT location
I drip-drip, pull up in the City of Gold
Now I got the whole city on em tippy toes
Now I gotta hold it down, fuck gravity (fuck gravity, woah)
I said fuck it, I got my nigga, Duse (yessir)
Hit you with a duse duse (graw, graw, nah)
You ain't got no clue boo
Ain't got no crew (no)
I'm one in a million, I don't really gang bang
There niggas don't know what I'm sippin on
These bitches don't know what I'm sippin on
Double cupped up, daily (wow, woah)
Yeah
My nigga, I cost a lot, I ball
If I got an option, imma score
Niggas in here they talk a lot
More than a bitch, I ignore
The bullshit never get too me, gotta take action
Nigga I flush that
Hella fucked up with the same bitches
They do numbers
Smoke [?]