BANG BANG (feat. Mike WiLL Made-It)

Bang bang

Where I’m from you won’t get shit, with a handout

When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out

Sound of the semi often sounding like we brought the pans out

I’m a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out

Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna

Stash the 20’s, stack the 50’s, when I look up, I see 100’s

Man you know how it feel, if you never had nothin

I can’t know how you feel, if you never said some (get that money)

I be running, running, running, running, running,

remember on the block, gunning, gunning, gunning, gunning, gunning,

Now I’m getting money, money, money, money, money, money

You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy

Remember selling dope out granny’s, for my family

Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley

Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like buyin a Plan B

But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?

I’ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch saying: Keef

Turn that Xbox off, cause ain’t no bitch playing me

Trying to play with me, you better off plannin’ Plan B

Cause your plan A didn’t work, and I didnt understand each?

Just got a call from my Mama, she want another

20 racks, she will always be the one that’s one up

hop out the car, it smell like thunder, I wish you’d run up

I don’t crush a lot, I can’t, let me call Big Pun up.

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (bang)

bang bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang bang, bang

bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (bang)

In the trap steady walkin to the peephole

Now I’m in a mansion, don’t know my gate code,

And the part woo woo ok hoe!

She gon’ come through the back with the draco

No cash ain’t no on stage hoe

Can’t come through the front with the bankroll

She ran in the building, I was like hey bro

Who bitch in the front with the mango?

Chief Sosa, I’m Mufasa, Rastafari bombaclota

We turn you to a water, little nigga, please don’t get mopped up

Pistol mad max, I been running around with shottas

I’m the alley cat, and you the rat that run around with coppers

Bitch I’m balling so hard, think I need a Fiji water

Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you’re the father

Excuse me bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federale?

I’m a boss and these niggas hoes, that’s why he fell behind me

I’m so fly, I’m so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai

You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why

Asian hoe, say she think I’m nice, why cause I eat rice?

Bitch I’m mean, go and get your things, you can spend the night

Bitch I flex, flexing on my ex with a fucking check

You think you hot cause you got a box, your shit could get checked

I’m so hard, with a bitch box, I be playing chess

Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit em in the chest

Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high tech

That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that,

Like you in bad before Christmas Eve, bitch that’s what you get

Like I was blind, then that happened to night, don’t know where you at

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (bang)

bang bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang bang, bang

bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (bang)