Terror Gang lyrics

[Intro: Kane Grocerys]
Skuu
OG
Shyne Boyz CEO

[Chorus: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne Boyz 2K15 Taliban (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Gothghanistan, we don't give a damn (Taliban World)
My n*gga SGP, that's my f*cking mans (That's my mans)
Run up, you'll get fanned, poppin' out them vans (Grrah)
Young n*gga goin' ham, I gotta eat, n*gga (I gotta, whoa)
RIP Slim Dunkin, a real street n*gga (Street, street)
Ask a b*tch about my meat, she like my skeet, n*gga (She like my skeet, n*gga)
You a lame n*gga, I oughta eat, n*gga

[Verse 1: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne Boyz 2K15 Taliban (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
You know we in Gothghanistan smoking Pakistan (Dope, dope, dope)
Rolling gorilla thumbs, it hurt my chest, man (It hurt my chest, n*gga)
Icy ass necklace on my neck, man (Ice, ice)
Yeah, yeah, in your b*tch, n*gga (Whoa, whoa, in your b*tch)
And I'm f*cking on your b*tch, n*gga (Beep)
Your clique some f*cking simps, n*gga (Lame n*ggas)
And you a lil' ass b*tch, n*gga (What?)
See me, I be with Goth Thugly, we be thuggin' (We be thuggin' heavy)
n*gga, you don't wanna be meanmuggin' (What?)
I'll have 'em go and send my cousin (Whoa, shoot you up, lil' n*gga)
They'll really f*cking murk you for nothing (Whoa, goddamn, whoa)
I be really in the field (I be in the field)
These n*ggas don't do f*cking drills (Don't do f*cking drills)
I really f*ckin' hold the steel (I hold the steel)
And if you try me you could get killed
[Verse 2: Black Kray & Pollari]
Grrah, ayy, white tee, black ho, white sheets, ayy (Skrrt-skrrt)
Flip phone same color as Yo Gotti teeth, ayy (Skrrt-skrrt)
Soulja racks, popping out the soulja coupe (Skrrt)
Talibans, Gothghanistan troops (Troops)
b*tch, I shoot, ayy, b*tch, I skrrt, ayy (Skrrt-skrrt)
Pulling out them 'Raris, movin' Rari first, ayy (Skrrt-skrrt)
Shyne, shyne, rob my ho, ayy (Rob my ho)
Only kick doors 'cause I gotta get some more, uh (Gotta get some dough)
Rob my hoes, rob my b*tch (b*tch)
Stay countin' guap like a thug, I get rich (Yeah)
Check my mouth (Shine, shine)
Same color as a p*ss, ayy (As a p*ss)
Check my mouth (Check my mouth)
Same color as my b*tch, ayy (Kray)
Gold slugs, n*gga, no love, uh (No love)
Gothed out and I'm countin', what the f*ck? Ayy (What the f*ck? Uh, Goth)
Cooling in the cut (Llari)
Tryna get these motherf*cking bucks, my n*gga, what? (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

[Verse 3: Pollari]
I got fourteen on my lens (Fourteen on my lens)
I'm trapping like thirty to spend, ayy (Like thirty to spend)
I'm f*cking her friends, ayy (I'm f*cking her friends, oh)
I f*cked in a Benz, ayy (Boy, I f*cked in the Benzo)
I kick it like Caleb (I kick it like Caleb)
I want 'Raris and Range Roves (I want 'Raris and Range Roves)
You get dismissed if I say so, ayy
You might get hit if I say so
Boy, I shoot like John Dillinger (Boy, I shoot like John Dillinger)
They know we don't give a f*ck (They know we don't give a f*ck)
I dropped the roof in the winter, bruh (I'm choppin' the top)
Get that ten, you can run it up (Get that ten, you can run it up)
Ain't no set, ain't no gang (Ain't no set, ain't no gang, b*tch)
Me and my brothers, we bang (Ain't no playin' no games, b*tch)
.45 right to his brain (Sheesh)
Fauni hits licks on you stains (Sheesh)
Yeah
[Verse 4: Fauni & Mista Splurge]
Ayy, f*ck my b*tch, go hit the studio then f*ck my other b*tch (Then f*ck my other)
Hit a lick, hit a stain, sold that strap with a brick (Yeah)
Ayy, f*ck the coke, ain't f*cking with it, n*gga, I move boof bricks
My life IMAX AMC, f*ck n*gga, you just Netflix (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Gave away my old hoes, ayy, on to the next chick
n*ggas think they moving weight off f*ckin' dimes and selling nicks (Damn, ayy, ayy, hell nah)
n*gga, I'm in NYC ballin' like a f*ckin' Knick (Like a Knick)
I'm gon' make some plays and a hit a run and then run up in your sh*t (Ayy, ayy, yeah, run up in your sh*t)
Who the f*ck that starin' at my window? (At my window, huh?)
Sleepin' with that heat under my pillow (Under my pillow)
Make your life a movie, yeah, these clips extendo, ayy (Yeah, uh, ayy, extendo)
n*ggas claim they rappers but they play pretendo, ayy (Yeah, uh, hell nah)
b*tches playing games looking like Nintendo, ayy (Run it up)
Juggin' ten, though, ayy
In the indoor, ayy

[Verse 5: Mista Splurge]
Ayy, I'm iced out just like snow, ho, you might need a snowblower, whoa
Wild black n*gga, might shoot you on GoPro (Bow, bow, bow)
Ayy, she ride me like a 'Rari then bounce like a pogo (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)
Ayy, he wanted to try me so he died for free (Wanted to try me, bow)
Ayy, it's Mista, SGP, Goth Money and Llari (It's Mista, SGP)
Ayy, she staring at my teeth, think she obsessed with me (Bling, bling, yeah)
I just love this cheese, I gotta chase this cheese (Run it up)
b*tch, like Popeye, I need my green, like Popeye, I need my green (Run it up)
[Verse 6: SpaceGhostPurrp]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm about them f*ckin' bands (Them f*ckin' bands)
I'm finna get the money all in my hands (All in my hands)
I'm finna go straight to the f*ckin' bank (To the f*ckin' bank)
And if you look wrong I'ma leave you stained (I'ma leave you stained)
Look at my b*tch, man (Look at my b*tch, man)
Coke on her f*cking back, man, that sh*t long (Man, that sh*t long)
Man, furry coat white, man, my swag strong (My swag strong)
Man, oh my god, b*tch, my di*k long (b*tch, my di*k long)
Put it all up in your b*tch, man, she love to moan (She love to moan)
Yeah, I'm hitting your b*tch three up in the morning (In the morning)
You already know, man, yes, I'm f*ckin' zonin' (f*ckin' zonin')
Slidin', swervin' lane to lane, man, in the morning (In the morning)
Headed to my f*ckin' crib, I got three b*tches (Three b*tches)
One is my main b*tch, the other two is my mistress
If you f*ck around with me you will come up missin' (Come up missin')
And I put that sh*t on Jitt, b*tch ho, just stop b*tchin' (Ayy, just stop b*tchin')
You already know I don't give a f*ck about no politicians (No politicians)
And you already know that these n*ggas be wishing (n*ggas be wishing)
That I fall
Suck my di*k, b*tch, suck my balls (Suck my balls)
Abbey Street be the block where we love to ball (Love to ball)
And these n*ggas watching us but we don't f*ck with y'all (Don't f*ck with y'all)
'Cause y'all watching us looking like f*ck n*ggas on the wall (n*ggas on the wall)
And that b*tch got me against the wall
She popping that pus*y all on my di*k
You already know I'm the sh*t
In this rap sh*t, I can't quit (Quit, I can't quit)
Killing licks, hit the mall, man, a million licks (Licks)
When I'm in these licks your b*tch be taking them pics

[Chorus: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne Boyz 2K15 Taliban (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Gothghanistan, we don't give a damn (Taliban World)
My n*gga SGP, that's my f*cking mans (That's my mans)
Run up, you'll get fanned, poppin' out them vans (Grrah)
Young n*gga goin' ham, I gotta eat, n*gga (I gotta, whoa)
RIP Slim Dunkin, a real street n*gga (Street, street)
Ask a b*tch about my meat, she like my skeet, n*gga (She like my skeet, n*gga)
You a lame n*gga, I oughta eat, n*gga