LOUD GANGSTER RAP

Loud gangster rap
(Trash Gang)
Aye

It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye
Told my brothers I'ma get it, I'ma blow up, aye
Used to hate but now they acting like they know us, aye
It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye
It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, yeah
Told my brothers I'ma get it, I'ma blow up, yeah
Used to hate but now they acting like they know us, aye
It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye, yeah

Cut to the chase (chase)
Marathon
Bitch I'm runnin' shit
But it ain't no race (race)

Remember I was broke
Now it's diamonds on the face (yeah)
Hungry for the fame
And I'm likin' how it taste (taste)

Got no time to waste (nah)
Bitch I came in on my own
With the lead where it's nothing
Couldn't do it with a quote (aye)
Couldn't do it with a mix (aye)
Ain't greatest that the haters never breakin'
'Cause my momma raised a soldier, not a bitch

Give a fuck about a list
Give a fuck about a hit
Give a fuck about a motherfucka
Acting like he dis, like he that

Pull up on him with the gat
Watch his vision (aye), turn 'em black
I ain't playing with these rappers
Got to show 'em (aye) where I'm at

It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye
Told my brothers I'ma get it, I'ma blow up, aye
Used to hate but now they acting like they know us, aye
It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye

It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, yeah
Told my brothers I'ma get it, I'ma blow up, yeah
Used to hate but now they acting like they know us, aye
It's a motherfucking (aye) problem when I show up, aye, yeah

You push out the front
Thinkin' on the P, blast off on the chan
MD swing, let me crash on a bunk
He gon' swing, get slammed on a lunk
Critic gon' eat, [?]
Pull up, it's the blast off, armed with gun
Come out and play lil' bitch, just come
Chase 'em down the block, man, I love when they run

Murder on sight, lil' bitch, get hit
Some get lift, get split, ripped kid
Messin' with the beast, lil' bitch, get bit
Any lil' nigga wanna hear my shit?

Any lil' nigga wanna see me win?
I do it for the juvenile group-on kids
I do it for the bugged-out fuckers out roll
I do it for the homies, keep the side to the code
Keep the side nigga

I'm all up in my roll and I just want my fucking [?]
Got my fuckin' pay, now I'm about to fuck the streets
Murder mayhem mystery, that's all I fuckin' need, yeah
Gettin' owned if you disagree, you 'bout to meet my deagle

It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye
Told my brothers I'ma get it, I'ma blow up, aye
Used to hate but now they acting like they know us, aye
It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye

It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, yeah
Told my brothers I'ma get it, I'ma blow up, yeah
Used to hate but now they acting like they know us, aye
It's a motherfucking problem when I show up, aye, yeah

Jaws of death, lil' bitch, I need Senzu
Droppin' yo' name and they know, like Hex, too
Limit the bars of your life, like rank through
Voice from the creek, lil' bitch, you a dead, too

Holdin' the fire like Ra
Comin' in villain, then crew be the one that started
Eatin' yo' heart
Garbage the village and Trash be the one who sent me departed

Fuck is a crew commin'? (wha'?)
Patchin', they gettin' like "Oh, Cirus"
Seein' 'em curse from the burnt object
Formin' a [?] and they turn odd
You just fuck 'em up, like "Oh, stop"
It's a tidy bitch, you better no gat
Call [?], you better no gas
Still beat the fuck out you, like "Oh, stop"

Droppin' the force, you ain't getting no free throw
I am the monster, I make you look see-through
Garbage the village, I'm shootin' no people
Eatin' the force, you better know a sensei
Head of the gang, still pop you like [?]
Runnin' the payment and smashing your gunplay
Demons are fuckin' and suckin' yo' entrail

(Trash Gang)
Lil' bitch (bitch)



Credits
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Lydon Borg Bonaci
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