Gang sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah. Huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, ay, we in that b*tch n*gga
Gang sh*t
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
We ain't talking on the phones
b*tch we pull up we gon' murk some sh*t
When the choppa hit a n*gga it's gon' flip 'em like a burger b*tch
He claim that he killin', pus*y n*gga never hurt 'em
And I ain't f*ckin' with these hoes cause they stay up on some worsome
You and John behind a coupe, when I see 'em I'ma shoot
This a stick up pus*y n*gga, run his pockets take the loot
b*tch I ran off on the plugs
b*tch I'm loaded movin' drugs
n*gga tried to rob me, so you know he caught them slugs
I told my mamma not to worry cause she know she raised a thug
b*tch I ain't got no f*ckin' heart, I can't show no love
I got the choppa on my right, but the Glock is on my left
Like Benet Hunt it's when I see 'em I'ma cook him like a chef (yeah)
Three hot, you know that he groovin'
AK's don't f*ck with Uzi's
Denzel we shoot and movin'
Stripper b*tches f*ckin' on me in jacuzzi
I f*ck her once I can't wife her
Put a scope up on my choppa call that a sniper
If it's beef i'm pullin' up just like a diaper