Bang Out (feat. Easy E & Ice Cube)

Hold up, money talk so you know what?

Ain’t nothing to talk about, you ain’t got enough cuz

Rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love

Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fuckin with no scrub

Niggas want connects, got no plugs

Nigga say they high, got no buzz

Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit then say you froze up

Young niggas wanna pop pills, just po up

Went on a bang, Went on a bang

Bitches came for me and my nigga eazy

Threw that bitch out, got that

ho one way

Said she tryna stay, told that bitch no way

That’s a preme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper

I don’t get mad bitch, I just get even

T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it

That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

Make it rain even when it’s rained out

Turn up, bang out

Bang out, bang out

Turn up, b-bang out

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it

Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing

Killed the pussy, in the hotel screamin

Knock knock, going in like the housekeeper

The room, keep it

I fucked now I don’t need it

T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver

Pipe dreamin, fuckin with a real baller

The bitch is a bitch so I’m gon call er

Then they act up, call the backup

Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered

Bitch shut up, throw it up, I throw the set up

Tell her sit up, got her face down, bitch don’t put yo head up

Yeah, bitin on er ear

Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir

I hop up in it, nigga I ain’t never scared

Closet full of straps and the condom right here

What I got?

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

Make it rain even when it’s rained out

Turn up, bang out

Bang out, bang out

Turn up, b-bang out

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hatin, had to pull my chains out

Beef on the street, to the beach I be rollin

Never see me strollin, 40’s I be holdin

Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy

Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC

Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jockin

Sunday nights poppin, see the foes hoppin

My stereo’s bumpin that ATL funk

You can call it what you want

Either way the shit bump

I’m a evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up

I’mma put these things on you and never let up

See my mama, she was home when I was born

Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born

But I ain’t going out unless 30 niggas die

I’m dyin anyway so I’m thinkin suicide

Shut the fuck up nigga cuz you ain’t seen shit

I’m bout to take this blade and straight up rip

A bitch is a bitch

So if I’m poor or rich

I talk in the exact same pitch

Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women

But all women have a little bitch in em