f*ck sh*t Crew lyrics

[Intro: Bigga Rankin]
431 Days free
Duct Tape sh*t
FSC, f*ck sh*t Crew
Blood Money Cartel
Its the n*gganatti b*tch, n*gganatti b*tch
Y'all know what it is
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1: Alley Boy]
When you hear ooh sh*t n*gga know that's me
'Fore you throw D.T. n*gga know that's me
Gotta rep Zone 1, Zone 2 and 3
4, 5, 6, n*gga know that's me
f*ck them handguns we got short choppas
.48 coming, plus crimestoppers
f*ck 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 b*tch, dare one of these n*ggas to touch my chain
Yo AB, all that [?] goin get your ass beat
Stomped this n*gga 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 f*ck down lil pus*y
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 b*tch, n*gga talk that sh*t, we let 'um loose
[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t (Trouble, Trouble, baby)
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t

[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 f*ck ass, (Waaaaa), RIP man
And shoot your f*ck 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*ggas 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, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang (Yeaaah, Bang!)
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang (Bow, bow)
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t (Soo Woo)
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t (5-9, Mayweather n*gga)
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t

[Verse 3: Pesci-59]
I ain't f*ckin around
I let the tool talk tough when I'm bucking you down
b*tch 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 sh*t 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, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t (All the way live f*ck n*gga)
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t (We goin')

[Verse 4: Thirty-Six]
They call me Thirty, I know these duck n*ggas heard bout me
b*tch n*ggas steady worry bout me
n*ggas better tell you how strapped I be
I see y'all n*ggas in the club, going hard for the ho
Y'all n*ggas goin out there
My DMV ho run that tab
Snatch your f*ck ass out that [?]
Bands and the gas n*gga bring me 5
My strong go up, n*gga 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*ggas 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, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t

[Verse 5: B. Green]
You talk that sh*t but don't want that sh*t
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 sh*t
Yeah we on that f*ck sh*t
Cross the mob, good luck b*tch
Jump in the pool, see how wet you get
[???], n*ggas [?] it
Cause we erasing it
Catch me in the street chasing it
Moving white, no racist sh*t
Young [?], Zone 6, yeah we on that f*ck sh*t
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, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t

[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 sh*t
We can go to [?] I don't [?]
I'm a young n*gga, 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*gga ass up cause I'm geeked up
And we [?] ain't even said sh*t bruh
My lil n*ggas swag, got em f*cked up

[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t

[Verse 7: Veli Sosa]
Big bank take little bank
f*ck with this sh*t, 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 f*ck n*gga, 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 f*ck n*ggas that talk sh*t
Got 100 rounds in my AK
Dirty Don, I'm back b*tch
And yeahhh I'm on that f*ck sh*t
Won't hesitate put that [?] in your face and let it bust b*tch
In the streets, in the club
FSC, we don't give a f*ck
You know we on that f*ck sh*t, so you know we got that tool tucked
[?] n*gga if you want to, we got 23 rounds waiting on you
DTE, we been the mob, but this that f*ck sh*t crew

[Chorus: Trouble]
We let em loose
The whole thang, Bang!
Let his brains hang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Ahh, beat your f*ck ass, still give you the whole thang
Think its a game, f*ck around with this Duct Tape Gang
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t
Better know we on that f*ck sh*t