Gang sh*t No Lame sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
RamyOnTheBeat

[Chorus]
Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Walk through the door)
Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
Young n*gga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)
My n*gga, come get your ho, yeah (b*tch)
Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note)
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain
These n*ggas hatin' is so lame

[Verse 1]
I'm ballin', need Rogane
Hop out the drop, smokin' propane (Yeah)
I do my damn thing
Boy, you ain't nothin' but a damn shame
Smashin' your b*tch, yeah, your main thing
Come get your ho off my ding-a-ling
Poof on the b*tch just like David Blaine
Balenci 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 pistol, I bet that I bang
Play hot potato with his motherf*ckin' brain
I shoot to kill so you know I got aim
You just a sh*tzu and I'm a Great Dane
You know I get to the cream with my gang
We Paper Route, it is not Wu-Tang
[Chorus]
Soon as I walk through the door, uh (b*tch)
Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
Young n*gga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)
My n*gga, come get your ho, yeah (Come get your b*tch)
Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note)
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain (Rose gold)
These n*ggas hatin' is so lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign to change lanes (Hop in the)
Young n*gga fly as a damn plane (Fly as a)
Walk in, the hoes go insane (Yeah)
Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained (Ice)
I'm rich, b*tch, Glock Rick James (I'm rich)
Cuttin' these checks like sensei (Cut)
And that sh*t like every day (Yeah)
If I ain't gettin' paid then I'm gettin' laid (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, told b*tch