Banger, banger
See I got my chain from Izzy
And bitch I'm a gangster really
Won't fight, I tote the Glizzy
(DJ on the beat so it's a bomb)
See I got my chain from Izzy (uh-uh)
And bitch I'm a gangster really (uh-uh)
Won't fight, I tote a Glizzy (uh-uh)
And if you want smoke, then bitch, come and get it (boom-boom)
On the block soon I get to the city (oh yeah)
Everyone be smilin', they miss me (uh-uh)
All the hoes that pass me, whisper (oh yeah)
Girl, that nigga Von can get it
See I'm so street and bitch I'm dangerous
If you ain't kill nobody, you can't hang with us
Ain't tryna kick it, boy I heard you snitch
All my old hoes say I been changin' up
We won't lack, keep my banger tucked (uh-uh)
And now you old rappers need to hang it up (uh-uh)
And they don't tote fifties 'cause they ain't gettin' busy, boy
These niggas ain't the same as us (boom)
Nah, nah
I' thinkin' 'bout paintin' the city (uh-uh)
I might do a hit out the Bentley (boom)
All in her mouth, left my kids on her titties
All of my niggas they crazy and daily (yeah)
My lil' bitch act like Keisha off Belly (yeah)
Mind on that murder, I'm screamin' free Melly
Can't do no free features, lil' niggas, Giselle me (Giselle me, uh, uh)
I'm thinking 'bout buyin' the Rover (vroom-vroom)
I'm thinking 'bout runnin' them over (skrrr)
Then do a hit, prolly blow out the motor (boom-boom)
I saw your bitch and I told her "Come closer" (come here)
I run it up, did the shit like I'm 'posed to (just like I'm 'posed to)
He actin' tough, put that boy on a poster (boy on a poster)
She wanna fuck, so I crack then I ghost her
See I got my chain from Izzy (uh-uh)
And bitch I'm a gangster really (uh-uh)
Won't fight, I tote a Glizzy (uh-uh)
And if you want smoke, then bitch, come and get it (boom-boom)
On the block soon I get to the city (oh yeah)
Everyone be smilin', they miss me (uh-uh)
All the hoes that pass me, whisper (oh yeah)
Girl, that nigga Von can get it
See I'm so street and bitch I'm dangerous
If you ain't kill nobody, you can't hang with us
Ain't tryna kick it, boy I heard you snitch
All my old hoes say I been changin' up
We won't lack, keep my banger tucked (uh-uh)
And now you old rappers need to hang it up (uh-uh)
And they don't tote fifties 'cause they ain't gettin' busy, boy
These niggas ain't the same as us (boom)
(DJ on the beat so it's a banger)
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Same As Us - King Von
