[Intro: Kane Grocerys]
Out here in Gothlanistan eating noodles and sh**
Still struggling, still shyning, you dig
[Hook: Kane Grocerys]
(OG, Shyne Boys CEO)
Shyne Boys 2k15 Taliban
You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan
My n***a SGP, that's my f**ing mans
Run up you'll get fammed
Poppin out them vans
Young n***a going ham I gotta eat n***a
R.I.P Slim Dunkin real street n***a
Ask a b**h about my meat she like my skeet n***a
You a lame n***a, how to eat n***a
[Verse 1: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne boys 2k15 taliban
You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan
Rolling gorilla thumbs it hurt my chest man
Icy a** necklace on my neck man
Yeah Yeah in yo b**h n***a
And I'm f**ing on yo b**h n***a
Yo clique some f**ing simps n***a
And you a little a** b**h n***a
See me, I be with Goth Thugly we be thuggin
n***a you don't want to be me muggin
I have and go and send my cousin
They'll really f**ing murk you for nothing
I be really in the field
These n***as don't do f**ing drills
I really f**ing hold the steel
And if you try me you can get k**ed
[Verse 2: Sick Boy Rari]
White-t, black hoe, white sheets
Flip phone same color as Yo Gotti teeth
Soulja Racks, hopping out the Soulja coupe
Taliban, Gothganistan troops
b**h I shoot
b**h I skrr
Pulling out them Rarri's, buku Rari first
Shyne Shyne round my hoe
Pulling kick doors cause I gotta get some more
Round my hoe, round my b**h
Stay counting guap like I thought I get rich
Check my mouth, same color as a piss
Check my mouth same color as my b**h
Goth Slur, n***a no lord
Goth ? And I came with the ?
Cooling in the cut
Trying to get these ???
[Verse 3: Pollari]
Fourteen on my left
I'm trapping like thirty to spend
I'm f**ing her friend
I f** in a Benz
I kick it like Caleb
I want Rarri's and Ranger's
You get dismissed if I say so
You might get hit if I say so
Boy I shoot like John Dillinger
They know we don't give a f**
I drop the roof in the winter bruh
Get the ten you can run it up
Ain't no set ain't no gang
Me my brothers we bang
45 right to his brain
? Licks ?
[Verse 4: Fauni]
f** my b**h go hit the studio then f** my other b**h
Hit a lick and a stain, sold that strap with a brick
f**ing Coke ain't f**ing with it n***a I'm on boof
My life IMAX AMC, f** n***a you just Netflix
Gave away my old hoes, on to the next chick
n***as think they moving weight off f**ing dimes and selling nicks
n***a I'm in NYC, balling like a f**ing Knick
I'm gone make some plays and a hit a run and then run up in yo sh**
Who the f**, that's staring at my window?
Sleeping with the heat under my pillow
Making life a movie yeah these clips extendo
n***as claim they rappers but they play pretendo
b**hes playing games looking like Nintendo
Juggin ten though, in the indoor
[Verse 5: Splurge]
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You might need a ???
Wild black n***a might shoot you on go-pro
Aye she ride me like a Rarri then bounce pogo
Aye he wanted to try me, so he died for free
Aye it's Mr. SGP, Goth Money and Lari
Aye she staring at my teeth, she obsessed with me
I just love this cheese I gotta chase this cheese
b**h like Popeye I need my green, like Popeye need my green
[Verse 6: SGP]
b**h I'm about the f**ing bands
I'm finna get the money, all in my hands
I'm finna go straight, to the f**ing bank
And if you look wrong, Ima leave you stank
Look at my b**h mane
Coke on her f**ing back, man that sh** long
Man fury coat white man my swag strong
Man oh my god b**h my dick long
Put it all up in your b**h mane she love to moan
Now I'm hitting your butch, three up in the morning
You already know man yes I'm f**ing zoning
Sliding swerving lane to lane man in the morning
Headed to my f**ing crib I got three b**hes
One is my main b**h, the other two is my mistress
If you f** around with me you will come up missing
And I put that sh** on jitt b**h hoes just stop b**hing
You already know I don't give a f** about a politician
And you already know that these n***as be wishing, that I fall, s** my dick b**h s** my balls
Every street be the block where we love to ball
And these n***as watching out but we don't f** with y'all
Cas y'all watching us looking like f** n***as on the wall
And that b**h got me against the wall she popping that p**y all on my dick
You already know I'm the sh**
And this rap sh** I can't quit
k**ing it, hit the mall man a million licks
Hitting a million licks yo b**h be taking them pics
[Hook: Kane Grocerys]
Shyne Boys 2k15 Taliban
You know we in Gothganistan smoking Pakistan
My n***a SGP, that's my f**ing mans
Run up you'll get fammed
Poppin out them vans
Young n***a going ham I gotta eat n***a
R.I.P Slim Dunkin real street n***a
Ask a b**h about my meat she like my skeet n***a
You a lame n***a, how to eat n***a