[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
431 Days free
Duct Tape shit
FSC, Fuck Shit Crew
Blood Money Cartel
Its the N***anatti bitch, N***anatti bitch
Y'all know what it is
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
[Verse 1: Alley Boy]
When you hear ooh shit n***a know that's me
'Fore you throw D.T. n***a know that's me
Gotta rep Zone 1, Zone 2 and 3
4, 5, 6, n***a know that's me
Fuck them handguns we got short choppas
.48 coming, plus crimestoppers
Fuck all of that boxing
Snapback off and start popping
Alley Boy the don, that's a fact man
Step ahead with the tip of that thang
Shoot the club up in this bitch, dare one of these n***as to touch my chain
Yo AB, all that [?] goin get your ass beat
Stomped this n***a out last week
Come back next week we blast heat
I'm flashy but it ain't no bling
That flash come from that beam
Lay the fuck down lil pussy
We digging all of them jeans
D.O.F.S Part 2, okay I'm reloaded, it's part 2
Got my trill fam in this bitch, n***a talk that shit, we let 'um loose
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit (Trouble, Trouble, baby)
Better know we on that fuck shit
[Verse 2: Trouble]
I come shake his hand (Aye, what's happening bruh?)
Kick it, like you my man (What it do?)
I turn around, I smile, you frown, they kill you where you stand (Blahhh)
I beat your fuck ass, (Waaaaa), RIP man
And shoot your fuck ass for fun (haha), with no mercy, ain't playin'
Think I can't find out where you stay? (Where he stay?)
My whore find it (Go get him)
Just found out he was missing? (Oh he missing?)
They'll never find it (What?)
His body! Me and Alley's a double barrel (Alley Boy!)
Got n***as who still (Yeeeah) bustin' out of them new Camaros (Bust, bust, bust)
[Chorus: Trouble & (Pesci-59)]
We let em loose (Bang!)
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang (Yeaaah, Bang!)
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang (Bow, bow)
Better know we on that fuck shit (Soo Woo)
Better know we on that fuck shit (5-9, Mayweather n***a)
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
[Verse 3: Pesci-59]
I ain't fuckin around
I let the tool talk tough when I'm bucking you down
Bitch why is you scared? You would have heard it by now
If I really wanted you dead you'd be murdered by now
How you [?] the street, what you used to be, ain't got shit to do with me
You better get used to me
Especially when they new to me, they like "who is he?"
[?] Street where I came up
Better step your gun game up
Cause to me you just a lame bruh
I'm the definition of a banga
Ganja, want to spark a flame up? Just to bang ya
And your lost like angels
In the '72, color Supreme, with your brain blew
The whole mob in the H2, and they won't hesitate to spray you, that's the reason that they came threw
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit (All the way live fuck n***a)
Better know we on that fuck shit (We goin')
[Verse 4: Thirty-Six]
They call me Thirty, I know these duck n***as heard bout me
Bitch n***as steady worry bout me
N***as better tell you how strapped I be
I see y'all n***as in the club, going hard for the ho
Y'all n***as goin out there
My DMV ho run that tab
Snatch your fuck ass out that [?]
Bands and the gas n***a bring me 5
My strong go up, n***a all the way live
Put your hands up, count your hundred
[????] pourin' that semi
Duck Tape, FSC, we run it
I promise y'all n***as don't want war
Minivan with the sliding door
Pull up, hop out, shells galore
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
[Verse 5: B. Green]
You talk that shit but don't want that shit
I got 30 rounds in this here clip
Beat your ass like [?]
Tommy hit you, that's a backward flip
I fire quick, I pimp shit
Yeah we on that fuck shit
Cross the mob, good luck bitch
Jump in the pool, see how wet you get
[???], n***as [?] it
Cause we erasing it
Catch me in the street chasing it
Moving white, no racist shit
Young [?], Zone 6, yeah we on that fuck shit
Duck Tape the mob, we let um loose, loose
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
[Verse 6: Undadog]
Aye, who want this money?
I do, I do
5 bands get you deja vú
I swear to God, I tell the truth
No time to talk when I'm the one to offer
Leave your body cold, now your [??]
Who ordered it?
I don't know shit
We can go to [?] I don't [?]
I'm a young n***a, with a big heart
And a big gun that shoot far
When lord see me I [??]
And they call me, I'm the underdog
15 years old in the strip club
Beat a n***a ass up cause I'm geeked up
And we [?] ain't even said shit bruh
My lil n***as swag, got em fucked up
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
[Verse 7: Veli Sosa]
Big bank take little bank
Fuck with this shit, get your ship sank
Ask [?], ask big shank
Put a hole in ya, size of a gas tank
I'm Suzy's son, keep an Uzi gun
Beat ya ass in the club, jump on [??]
Oh you popping bottles, you ain't getting swallowed
Old fuck n***a, you ain't gettin' nun
Veli Sosa, Mr. 500
Aka Mr. [?]
Rex Rd., took a sniff of the coke when they was trappers
Pop up at your studio
Shoot up your video
Run you out the city, move you to New Mexico
[Verse 8: Ghetto]
Duct Tape, we run the A
FSC, we don't play
For you fuck n***as that talk shit
Got 100 rounds in my AK
Dirty Don, I'm back bitch
And yeahhh I'm on that fuck shit
Won't hesitate put that [?] in your face and let it bust bitch
In the streets, in the club
FSC, we don't give a fuck
You know we on that fuck shit, so you know we got that tool tucked
[?] n***a if you want to, we got 23 rounds waiting on you
DTE, we been the mob, but this that fuck shit crew
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Ahh, beat your fuck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, fuck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
Better know we on that fuck shit
