Whole Gang Buss lyrics

[Intro: 42 Dugg]
sh*t been crazy for us
Still gettin' to it
Turn sh*t up with the music

[Chorus: 42 Cheez]
Whole gang bust
Ain't a lot of hoes we gon' lust
'Cause it's a lot hoes we done f*cked
Blow this di*k on a hutch
Come through, sh*ttin' like Russ
Plus I keep an arm like muss
Big b*tch, I'm a star
See the plain flip on a car
f*ckin' with this b*tch in a bar
Send a blitz on a var
Bet he won't get to tomorrow
Send a n*gga sh*t up to Mars

[Verse 1: Meet The Reaper]
All I need is a car, I'll spin that b*tch 'til tomorrow
Know I got my hands in the dog, I ain't never did fraud
He got the address, switch the car
How you wanna kill your own partner?
I don't need no bars
This Wockesha not par
Pull over, f*ck her in the car
This a cat, not a track
I done lost it all, then got it back
Doggy tellin' me rerack
[Verse 2: Tae Money]
Man, y'all n*ggas soft, this beef a walk through the park
I do a drill as an artist, know I .55 my target
This a locked beef, no bargain
Thump a n*gga down, don't argue
And they been lookin' harder for you
I just had to silence the tool
b*tch, with the Glock, I'm a fool
We don't stop slidin' 'til they through
I average a minimum two

[Verse 3: 42 Dugg]
Know it been hard for me
b*tch, young turnt sh*t start with me
What would y'all do if I just leave?
I just quit, real street n*gga, I don't trust no b*tch
In the Lamb' I'm lit, pour a four in the six
Ten bands got him killed, quit playin'
I don't got two sippin, all my sh*t dance
Couple hoes out in France, oui oui
It's me and two Pateks when I say I'm three deep
b*tch, but f*ck all that
Good girl at home but I f*ck all rats
Two cats, three tracks, and a Maybach
Now I'm mean to the-, know they hate that
Miss me with that fake rap, know a n*gga doin' it
Can't take another loss, girly, I'll lose it
You love me? Prove it
How? Hold a n*gga down
My mama ever need somethin', do it with a smile
I'm your baby true enough but the sh*t in this town
f*ck with a n*gga Rob, hey
Been steppin' since kids, yeah
Driven' down in '010, yeah
That's when sh*t got real, yeah
I'm the sh*t, n*gga, still, yeah
[Chorus: 42 Cheez]
Whole gang bust
Ain't a lot of hoes we gon' lust
'Cause it's a lot hoes we done f*cked
Blow this di*k on a hutch
Come through, sh*ttin' like Russ
Plus I keep an arm like muss
Big b*tch, I'm a star
See the plain flip on a car
f*ckin' with this b*tch in a bar
Send a blitz on a var
Bet he won't get to tomorrow
Send a n*gga sh*t up to Mars