Bang (feat. Conway The Machine)

Ayo, I use the arm & hammer just to fluff my brick

Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich

Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit

I tell you niggas like Kyrie, suck my dick

I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch

Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist

I sweat ace of spades, nigga, that's how much I sip

Body a rap nigga quick before the dutch got twist

(Ayo, let's roll somethin')

Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing

The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things

Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the Robbin' team

On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans

Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop machine?

My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines

The mac by my pelvis in my helmut lang

The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang

Uh, the mayo jar was hellmans when I swirled the 'caine

Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane

My shooter got dame lillard from the elbow aim

I thought of that while I was courtside at the melo game

Bricks are off-white, I imported some

Whippin' all night until the mornin' come (all night, nigga)

Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come

That's big checks on the side like the off-white Jordan one sec

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, oh word?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it ring (let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring (let it ring)

Until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)

Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, huh?)

Ayo, they think this shit a game

Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (let it bang, nigga)

Until I pull up, let it bang (let it bang)

Until I pull up, let it

I used to be a man of the people

Hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)

Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' pink like a flamingo (pink)

That was back when I smoked canibus

Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his

So it sucked to hand him his ass, but

Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds

How me and ja rule almost got cool

'Cause we shot pool back in o one

Was it o two? I don't know, but

Something told me fuckin' not to

Then we got stuck in high school

I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo

Yeah, but I think of the rappers

I slayed and buried like every night

And every career I might've killed

Sometimes I say a prayer and I

Wonder is there a heaven for a g?

And if so, is the sanctuary nice?

Studios for rap like coolio, shootin'

Craps at gangster's paradise

Huh, here a mic, there a mic

Everywhere a mic, share and share alike

But just don't compare alike

Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight

Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'

Compare me to jaws

Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles

Compare me to nas, Biggie, or Pac

Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch

Or all this fuckin' milli vanilli hip-hop

This is where all that silly shit stops

Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought

The semi, the Glock, nine millis get cocked, I'm sending a shot

Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt

Compare me to meek, big wheelies get popped

One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off

They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw

Compare me to Diggity Daz, yah

I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha

In the trailer park

Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's

Ate her twat like a tater tot, oh shit

Get the strap like a trainin' bra

Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock

But shady's not for the faint of heart

Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt

Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans

Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of charlamagne tha God

Slim whip, westside, and conway are not playin'

I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (bang)