Bang

I put the kush in the stogey, yeah, I put the Bentley in Drive

I'm pulling out the garage, and thanking 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 going back

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 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 both started ballin'

Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans

Let me take a break, let me catch my breath

Rolling with the Birdman homie, it's YM over everything

Nigga, I don't need nothing 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 blessing

Got the dope dick and I use it as a weapon

I just

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Sometimes I think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson

Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson

Might just drop my fucking 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 doing it again, got a tool in the timbs, now the rules gotta bend

No tools in the gym but I gotta bring it in

Because 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 the best friend got a twin

Gotta fit 'em all in, now that's a win win win win

The room's spinning 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 paying 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 making millions and she just started laughing

So you know I had to

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Wanting manners 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'mma get my blast on

To the face of a fuck nigga trying to fuck with us

Think they can make it if they can run a decathlon

Stay blazing, 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 rolling and rocking with it

I got a nigga showing and popping, picking and going

Packing a fight, everybody hit the floor, he shot the men and boom

Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's

You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs

Looking the nose off, looking like I'm flicking the stove off

When I'm kicking the stove off, kicking the doors off

Everybody hit the deck, still bodies get thrown off

Say making a remarkable pay

Meeting grandpa at a doc or a bay

Bad bitch, hide the grippers, I may

Fucking killing unbook, come the coppers and spray

Twizzie get the chicken, they plot him hopping the gate

If you get to trippin' then you get shot in the face

You ain't got the bitch in the kitchen popping the safe

Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang

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