not gang

Lyrics

[Chorus: squillo] I beat a nigga with a fuckin' hammer This that dark shit, not no MC Hammer When I get mad, I turn to Bruce Banner Stop talkin' on me, watch your fuckin' grammar Hand on the trigger, turn into a spammer Hit a nigga up, on a fuckin' banner [Verse 1: squillo] Choke his brother out with a hanger I'm in a [?] cookin' up the [?] I'm in NY like the fuckin' Rangers You is not gang, you a fuckin' stranger Cut a nigga up, put him in containers Go story mode, I'm a campaigner Got all the drugs, I'm a exchanger Always in your city, we some fuckin' strangers I call Osama, yeah, you know that ganger Got him on the song, that's a no brainer Don't fuck with us 'cause you know it's danger I feel like Skul, I turn into a Drainer I rip a nigga, no Beyblade These niggas pussy, why they so afraid Can't fuck with these niggas no more Can't hang with no nigga if he don't get no money, he poor If you talk on my gang, then we come to that door Say you uppin' my what? You ain't uppin' my score I beat your mans last week in a store Might do it again 'cause a nigga bored [Chorus: squillo] I beat a nigga with a fuckin' hammer This that dark shit, not no MC Hammer When I get mad, I turn to Bruce Banner Stop talkin' on me, watch your fuckin' grammar Hand on the trigger, turn into a spammer Hit a nigga up, on a fuckin' banner [Verse 2: OsamaSon] Bet-better watch your mouth fore' I come lay you down (Go) Glock .22 came wit' fifty round (Go) I ain't crackin' no joke, you fuckin' clown (Go) Pull-pull up, get your shit laid down Walked in and I'm mugging, I don't got no smile (Yeah) L-l-look wrong, I'ma air this bitch out I ain-I ain't never ask for no clout (Clout) You talk yo' shit, I'ma aim at yo mouth (Ok) Finessing, come beat down your house (Yah) Bitch, you shoot bricks, like Shaq, rebound B-b-b-bitch, can't take my sound In the trap, I whip them pounds (Woohoo) Take your shit like lost and found (Yeah) Like, this my shit, can't get it now (Now) Like-like, "Ha, ha" (Go, go) "O-O-Osama keep going up", I'm-I'm like, "Yah, yah" Any block, it shoot far This shit I got right now, shoot through cars Geeked than a ho, I'm on Mars (On Mars) Fu-fuck your ho, that-that bitch ours (On me) Painting shit wit' the Chop, I'on do no art (Chop, go) A-a-add a drum, this-this bitch bark Cou-count racks in the dark (Bee) Big .40 Cal', nigga, I ain't throwing no dart So you better duck, take your heart In the cut like Jeff in the dark (Oh no) (Yah, yah, yah) (Go)