​not gang lyrics

[Chorus: squillo]
I beat a n*gga with a f*ckin' hammer
This that dark sh*t, not no MC Hammer
When I get mad, I turn to Bruce Banner
Stop talkin' on me, watch your f*ckin' grammar
Hand on the trigger, turn into a spammer
Hit a n*gga up, on a f*ckin' banner

[Verse 1: squillo]
Choke his brother out with a hanger
I'm in a [?] cookin' up the [?]
I'm in NY like the f*ckin' Rangers
You is not gang, you a f*ckin' stranger
Cut a n*gga up, put him in containers
Go story mode, I'm a campaigner
Got all the drugs, I'm a exchanger
Always in your city, we some f*ckin' strangers
I call Osama, yeah, you know that ganger
Got him on the song, that's a no brainer
Don't f*ck with us 'cause you know it's danger
I feel like Skul, I turn into a Drainer
I rip a n*gga, no Beyblade
These n*ggas pus*y, why they so afraid
Can't f*ck with these n*ggas no more
Can't hang with no n*gga if he don't get no money, he poor
If you talk on my gang, then we come to that door
Say you uppin' my what? You ain't uppin' my score
I beat your mans last week in a store
Might do it again 'cause a n*gga bored
[Chorus: squillo]
I beat a n*gga with a f*ckin' hammer
This that dark sh*t, not no MC Hammer
When I get mad, I turn to Bruce Banner
Stop talkin' on me, watch your f*ckin' grammar
Hand on the trigger, turn into a spammer
Hit a n*gga up, on a f*ckin' banner

[Verse: OsamaSon]
Better watch when I f*ckin' lay you down
Glock 22 came with fifty round
I ain't crackin' no joke, you f*ckin' clown
Pull up, get your sh*t laid down
Walked into [?], I don't got no smile
Look wrong, I'ma air this b*tch out
I ain-I ain't never ask for no clout
You talk yo' sh*t, I'ma aim at your mouth
Finesse you, come beat down your house
b*tch, you shoot bricks, like Shaq, rebound
B-B-b*tch, can't take my sound
In the trap, I whip them pounds
Take your sh*t like lost and found
Like, this my sh*t, can't get it now, li-like how
O-O-Osama be going up, I'm like yeah, yeah
And this Glock, it shoot far
sh*t I got right now, shoot through cars
Geeked than a ho, I'm on Mars
Fu-f*cked your ho, that b*tch ours
Kick sh*t with a chop, I don't do no art
Add a drum, this b*tch bark
C-Count racks in the dark, big .40 Cal', n*gga, I ain't throwing no darts
Say, you better duck, take your heart
In the cut like Jeff in the dark