Oh Shit

[Intro: ShredGang Mone]
We back on it (Shred)
Shred (Shred)
Got them boys in here with me today
Shred
Shred
Shred
Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred, Shred

[Verse: ShredGang Mone, 2-Three & The Godfather]
Oh shit, them boys back (Them boys back)
Jackboys on your ass, you can't avoid that (Nah)
Oh shit, we'll get on your ass (Come here)
They don't wanna see me pull up with that fully MAC (Rrah)
Oh shit, I forgot the mask (What?)
He ain't livin' anyway, put him in the grass (R.I.P.)
Oh shit, the Glock got a fully (Yeah)
I might look like I'm sweet, but I'm a fuckin' bully (Shut the fuck up)
Oh shit, these lil' niggas pussy (They pushed me)
Oh shit, I swear these niggas pushed me (They pussy)
Oh shit, now I be in his bushes (What?)
Oh shit, pop out like Ashton Kutcher (Haha)
Oh shit, the Rollie got the boogers (Boogers)
My nigga Boom stay with them chops, so he must be the butcher (Brrah)
Oh shit, oh no, big Glocks gon' blow (Gon' blow)
I'll get a nigga whacked, got some slimy lil' bros (Slatt)
Hold on, hit his hood with that wood'll get him gone (Gone)
High as fuck on the block, me and bro just matched a four (Yeah)
My pole long, gotta keep it, they'll take me 'cause of bro (Okay)
They don't like that dread-head nigga, treated him like ho (Fire)
Hell yeah, that's us, big racks, big guns (Yeah)
Feds question me 'bout murders, had to ask 'em which one? (Which one?)
'Cause they know this dread-head nigga stay with big guns (K's)
When I pull this bitch out, watch that lil' bitch run (He gone)
We them niggas known to drop a hundred shots
We them niggas known to slide down the block (We them niggas, ayy)
We them niggas that be terrorizing opps (We them niggas)
We the ones gettin' questioned when they drop (We them niggas, ayy)
We the ones with the fullys on the Glock
We the ones that be takin' them up top (We them niggas, ayy)
We the ones that be gettin' niggas cropped
Niggas hoes, say they gangsters, but they not (We them niggas, ayy)
I'm the one got her open off a Rox' (Yeah)
Screamin' fuck the judge ever since brodie got locked (Fuck 'em)
I'm a vet in these streets, lil' nigga, I ain't no rookie (Nah)
Smoke a bookie, do a nigga broad day, bring out the hoodie (Fah-fah)
Lumberjack in these streets, I'll pull up with the woody (Yeah)
Hundred round in this bitch'll wrap a nigga like a Muslim (He gone)
Free Stone, free Deep, and free my nigga Boogie (Free my brothers)
I ain't got no gloves, so I'ma wrap my hands up with some footies (Yeah)