Yeah
(Sonny Digital)
Yeah
Look (turn up)
I put the kush in the stogey, I put the Bentley in drive
I'm pullin' out the garage, and thankin' God I'm alive
I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and back
I ain't do much time, but dawg I ain't goin' back (no)
These niggas fake and they phony, the paparazzi wait on me
I left the jail in Givenchy, they should have posted that homie
I'm in the A with Rich Homie, I'm in the A with 2 Chainz
I'm in the A with my brother, it's YMCM and Rich Gang
Now tell them niggas line up, I tell them niggas time up
This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I don't give a fuck
In my closet I eat you up, my fashion ill, no duh
My whip game insane, uh, Ferrari Testarossa's
Y'all niggas thought I lost it, I'm awesome
I just took a break to teach a young nigga how to boss it
Like when KG went to Boston
Or when Melo went to the Knicks
And he brought JR Smith and they started ballin'
Big bro went from servin' birds to pelicans in New Orleans
Huh, let me take a break, let me catch my breath
Rollin' with the Birdman homie, it's YM over everythin'
Nigga, I don't need nothin' else
It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in
I fucked homegirl and her best friend
You don't wanna miss out on your blessin'
Got the dope dick, use it as a weapon
I just
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang (yeah)
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Check (shooter, bang)
Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson
Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson
Might just drop my fuckin' tape and fuck around, it might go platinum
How'd I do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether
Got the same buzz as niggas with an album off of features
See I'm doin' it again, got a tool in the Timbs, now the rules gotta bend
No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in
'Cause niggas wanna flex, but they really slim Jim
Gotta point it at him, him, fuck it and him
All I wanna do is kill, kill for the ching-ching
Got a best friend and her best friend got a twin
Gotta fit 'em all in, now that's a win, win, win, win
The room's spinnin' 'cause I'm faded
Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related
I said I like the way she dance, she like the way I made it
Fuck me without payin' the rent, imagine if I paid it
I owe you one girl, I owe you one's
Money always been the main attraction
Homie told me women always been the main distraction
And I'm too focused, I just hate to get disturbed
I'm busy makin' millions, she just started laughin'
So you know I had to
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang (yeah)
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Shooter bang
When I'm mad is when I don't even want a mask on
War paint like a baboon and my bitch got a red ass on
Young Money Cash Money to the dirt of me
So for certainly I'ma get my blast on
To the face of a fuck nigga tryin' to fuck with us
They can make it if they can run a decathlon
Stay blazin', I mack on, play brave and get back home
With them AK's, crack arms with a straight face, that calm
And I fain gaze and attack on with a straight razor in that palm
Any nigga want it he gotta get it
The Yappa got it rollin' and rockin' with it
I got a nigga showin' and poppin', pickin' and goin'
Packin' a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and boom
Pall bearers, cold morgues, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's
You should've drove off, hittin' on bitches and poor dogs
Lickin' their nose off, lookin' like I'm flickin' the stove off
When I'm kickin' the stove off, kickin' the doors off
Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off
Say, make a remark and repay
Meetin' grandpa at a dock or a bay
Bad bitch, hide the grippers, I may
Fuckin' killin' unbook, come the coppers and spray
Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hoppin' the gate
If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the face
You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen poppin' the safe
Sorry to say, no eye witness, she finish you gotta bang
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang (yeah)
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang
Shooter, bang (yeah)
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Bang - Euro, Young Money, Cory Gunz and Lil Twist
