Gang Shit No Lame Shit

What's the meaning of Gang Shit No Lame Shit?

Key Glock's song "Gang Shit No Lame Shit" is a bold declaration of his success, wealth, and dominance in the rap game. The lyrics are filled with references to luxury brands, expensive cars, and a lavish lifestyle, all of which serve to underscore his status. From the moment he walks through the door, Key Glock is draped in designer clothes, signaling his high social standing and financial success. The repeated mention of cash transactions and high-value items like a Rolls-Royce and a rose gold chain further emphasize his affluence.

The song also delves into themes of power and superiority. Key Glock compares himself to a Great Dane, a large and powerful dog, while belittling his rivals as Shitzus, small and less imposing. This metaphor highlights his dominance and the respect he commands. The lyrics also touch on his readiness to defend his status, with references to firearms and a willingness to use them if necessary. This aggressive stance is a common trope in gangsta rap, where artists often portray themselves as both wealthy and dangerous.

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Gang Shit No Lame Shit Lyric

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
RamyOnTheBeat

[Chorus]
Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Walk through the door)
Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
Young nigga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)
My nigga, come get your ho, yeah (Bitch)
Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note)
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain
These niggas hatin' is so lame

[Verse 1]
I'm ballin', need Rogane
Hop out the drop, smokin' propane (Yeah)
I do my damn thing
Boy, you ain't nothin' but a damn shame
Smashin' your bitch, yeah, your main thing
Come get your ho off my ding-a-ling
Poof on the bitch just like David Blaine
Balenci runners, no shoe strings
I drip so much sauce, I done left a stain
You get the picture without the frame
I pull out the pistol, I bet that I bang
Play hot potato with his motherfuckin' brain
I shoot to kill so you know I got aim
You just a Shitzu and I'm a Great Dane
You know I get to the cream with my gang
We Paper Route, it is not Wu-Tang

[Chorus]
Soon as I walk through the door, uh (Bitch)
Designer, it's head to toe, yeah
Young nigga all 'bout his dough, uh (Yeah, yeah)
My nigga, come get your ho, yeah (Come get your bitch)
Paid cash, I don't have a note, uh (I don't have a note)
Hell yeah, I want me a Rolls, Wraith
Spent twenty racks on my rose chain (Rose gold)
These niggas hatin' is so lame

[Verse 2]
Hop in the foreign to change lanes (Hop in the)
Young nigga fly as a damn plane (Fly as a)
Walk in, the hoes go insane (Yeah)
Ice on my Patek, my wrist sprained (Ice)
I'm rich, bitch, Glock Rick James (I'm rich)
Cuttin' these checks like sensei (Cut)
And that shit like every day (Yeah)
If I ain't gettin' paid then I'm gettin' laid (Yeah)

[Outro]
Yeah, told bitch