[Intro: Kane Grocerys]
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Shyne Boyz CEO

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

[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***a)
Icy ass necklace on my neck, man (Ice, ice)
Yeah, yeah, in your bitch, n***a (Whoa, whoa, in your bitch)
And I'm fucking on your bitch, n***a (Beep)
Your clique some fucking simps, n***a (Lame n***as)
And you a lil' ass bitch, n***a (What?)
See me, I be with Goth Thugly, we be thuggin' (We be thuggin' heavy)
N***a, you don't wanna be meanmuggin' (What?)
I'll have 'em go and send my cousin (Whoa, shoot you up, lil' n***a)
They'll really fucking murk you for nothing (Whoa, goddamn, whoa)
I be really in the field (I be in the field)
These n***as don't do fucking drills (Don't do fucking drills)
I really fuckin' 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)
Bitch, I shoot, ayy, bitch, 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 bitch (Bitch)
Stay countin' guap like a thug, I get rich (Yeah)
Check my mouth (Shine, shine)
Same color as a piss, ayy (As a piss)
Check my mouth (Check my mouth)
Same color as my bitch, ayy (Kray)
Gold slugs, n***a, no love, uh (No love)
Gothed out and I'm countin', what the fuck? Ayy (What the fuck? Uh, Goth)
Cooling in the cut (Llari)
Tryna get these motherfucking bucks, my n***a, 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 fucking her friends, ayy (I'm fucking her friends, oh)
I fucked in a Benz, ayy (Boy, I fucked 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 fuck (They know we don't give a fuck)
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, bitch)
Me and my brothers, we bang (Ain't no playin' no games, bitch)
.45 right to his brain (Sheesh)
Fauni hits licks on you stains (Sheesh)
Yeah
[Verse 4: Fauni & Mista Splurge]
Ayy, fuck my bitch, go hit the studio then fuck my other bitch (Then fuck my other)
Hit a lick, hit a stain, sold that strap with a brick (Yeah)
Ayy, fuck the coke, ain't fucking with it, n***a, I move boof bricks
My life IMAX AMC, fuck n***a, you just Netflix (Yeah, yeah, ayy)
Gave away my old hoes, ayy, on to the next chick
N***as think they moving weight off fuckin' dimes and selling nicks (Damn, ayy, ayy, hell nah)
N***a, I'm in NYC ballin' like a fuckin' Knick (Like a Knick)
I'm gon' make some plays and a hit a run and then run up in your shit (Ayy, ayy, yeah, run up in your shit)
Who the fuck 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***as claim they rappers but they play pretendo, ayy (Yeah, uh, hell nah)
Bitches 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***a, 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)
Bitch, like Popeye, I need my green, like Popeye, I need my green (Run it up)
[Verse 6: SpaceGhostPurrp]
Ayy, bitch, I'm about them fuckin' bands (Them fuckin' bands)
I'm finna get the money all in my hands (All in my hands)
I'm finna go straight to the fuckin' bank (To the fuckin' bank)
And if you look wrong I'ma leave you stained (I'ma leave you stained)
Look at my bitch, man (Look at my bitch, man)
Coke on her fucking back, man, that shit long (Man, that shit long)
Man, furry coat white, man, my swag strong (My swag strong)
Man, oh my god, bitch, my dick long (Bitch, my dick long)
Put it all up in your bitch, man, she love to moan (She love to moan)
Yeah, I'm hitting your bitch three up in the morning (In the morning)
You already know, man, yes, I'm fuckin' zonin' (Fuckin' zonin')
Slidin', swervin' lane to lane, man, in the morning (In the morning)
Headed to my fuckin' crib, I got three bitches (Three bitches)
One is my main bitch, the other two is my mistress
If you fuck around with me you will come up missin' (Come up missin')
And I put that shit on Jitt, bitch ho, just stop bitchin' (Ayy, just stop bitchin')
You already know I don't give a fuck about no politicians (No politicians)
And you already know that these n***as be wishing (N***as be wishing)
That I fall
Suck my dick, bitch, suck my balls (Suck my balls)
Abbey Street be the block where we love to ball (Love to ball)
And these n***as watching us but we don't fuck with y'all (Don't fuck with y'all)
'Cause y'all watching us looking like fuck n***as on the wall (N***as on the wall)
And that bitch got me against the wall
She popping that pussy all on my dick
You already know I'm the shit
In this rap shit, 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 bitch 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***a SGP, that's my fucking mans (That's my mans)
Run up, you'll get fanned, poppin' out them vans (Grrah)
Young n***a goin' ham, I gotta eat, n***a (I gotta, whoa)
RIP Slim Dunkin, a real street n***a (Street, street)
Ask a bitch about my meat, she like my skeet, n***a (She like my skeet, n***a)
You a lame n***a, I oughta eat, n***a