Gang (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
Ah, sh*t
God damnit
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse]
Why these people thinkin' that I'll quit, they can't break this
I ain't never stoppin' like the rollie that's on Drake's wrist
Call me Mr. Goodbar these rappers are some Kit Kats
They need to go Take 5, before I break a bar up in they ass
I've been takin' shots, now, I'ma track these rappers down
They're bleedin' out just like a buck and I'm that f*ckin' bloodhound
Growlin', foamin' at the mouth what you ain't dead yet?
Take my canines and finish you off, and sink my teeth into your neck, b*tch
Yeah, whatchu gotta say, I'm that new kid on the block
No Marky Mark, I got that right stuff, baby
Take your medula oblungata, slap you in the face
You're Colonel Sanders to my Bobby Boucher
Who said I'm stealin' bars, ah, damn, what a shame
Son, the only thing I'm takin' is a sh*t upon this rap game
f*ck outta here, tryna hate on me
I might as well just pack my sh*t and move to Tennessee, nah
f*ck that sh*t, I'm comin' in killin' and rippin' like villain
Spillin' guts of the rappers that only care bout the millions
f*ck the money, bruh, I don't need that sh*t
And that's exactly what is makin' me so f*ckin' dangerous
I'm just searchin' and destroyin' and I'm gonna dominate this game
It's a free for all, and I got that AK in my name
I'm sprayin' and prayin' just like I'm in a Call of Duty
Killin' all these fools, they switch up like when Darius got rid of Hootie
Shout out to Liam, shout out to Diesel & Kickz
Milnertrapper, y'all get me so f*ckin' hype up in this b*tch
I'ma slaughter some rappers while their lickin' up on them salt licks
They're farmed industrially to make all the same kinda f*ckin' hits
I'm one of a kind, yeah, I got a f*ckin' spine
Ain't nobody walkin' over me to get what is mine
You can talk all you wanna but don't you try to make a move
I'll empty seven into your body just because I'm in the mood
Got that Red Dead eye vision, b*tch, if you wanna draw
All these haters looking at me like I'm leavin' them in awe
Take a seat, homeboy you don't want the heat exhaustion
Go take a sip of water, thirsty ass b*tch, just as a precaution
Gah damn, let me say this again
These are my f*ckin' words, go and stop that typin'
I'm not copied and pasted like all these other cloned rappers
I'm a virus in this system, McAfee can't stop my rapture
I'm an alien with the style, 51 shades of relentless
If you come up on my land, 1000 rounds ready to end you
Bruh, I'm not from this world, I'm a mothaf*ckin' Martian
With that green helmet on, I 'bout to change my name to Marvin (Woo)
Mount these beats up there on my wall
Tobacco stained with a little bit of southern drawl
That's some f*ckin' trophy bucks, that's the sh*t I killed
And one day this whole game is gonna have me eatin' well
My bars are like the bread sticks down at Olive Garden
They're unlimited, and this game has been f*ckin' starvin'
I ain't winin' and dinin', and I ain't gonna use lube
f*ck rap raw, and I ain't even gettin' nude
b*tch I stay to myself, you won't ever catch me vulnerable
Makin' every rapper feelin' so gah damn uncomfortable
I'm in their thoughts and their souls like some kind of entity
Just hauntin' mothaf*ckas for the rest of eternity (Keese)