Fuck Shit Crew

[Intro: Big Bank Black] 431 Days free Duct Tape shit FSC, Fuck Shit Crew Blood Money Cartel Its the Nigganatti bitch, Nigganatti bitch Y'all know what it is Yeah, Yeah, Yeah [Verse 1: Alley Boy] When you hear ooh shit nigga know that's me 'Fore you throw D.T. nigga know that's me Gotta rep Zone 1, Zone 2 and 3 4, 5, 6, nigga 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 niggas to touch my chain Yo AB, all that [?] goin get your ass beat Stomped this nigga 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, nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga) 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 nigga) Better know we on that fuck shit (We goin') [Verse 4: Thirty-Six] They call me Thirty, I know these duck niggas heard bout me Bitch niggas steady worry bout me Niggas better tell you how strapped I be I see y'all niggas in the club, going hard for the ho Y'all niggas goin out there My DMV ho run that tab Snatch your fuck ass out that [?] Bands and the gas nigga bring me 5 My strong go up, nigga all the way live Put your hands up, count your hundred [????] pourin' that semi Duck Tape, FSC, we run it I promise y'all niggas 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 [???], niggas [?] 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 nigga, 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 nigga ass up cause I'm geeked up And we [?] ain't even said shit bruh My lil niggas 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 nigga, 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 niggas 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 [?] nigga 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