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Welcome to Bangxr Records
And this beef is hot
I got enemies hot as Nevada
I'm eating this pasta, beatin' this bitch named Marla
Up in the kitchen, i'm cookin' and mixin'
I'm doin' it dirty for giggles
I'm comin' for kicks, i be sprayin' this stick
While i'm sick
I'm up your bitch with all this dick, yeah
And i'm gone and zooted, ride by the block on a scooter
Up in the house eating oodles of noodles
You gay ass niggas some poodles
You is a kid drawing doodles
You was on google, learning gang signs
I be, 5-40, let that bang
Got that flag in my pocket, i let it hang
Your bitch down in front of me, i made her sang
This dick game go insane
Outside with this shit at 6
Got hit at 7, baby bitch be lovin'
Hold up, own this fucking dick
Bitch, yeah, oh shit
Y'all finna switch the beat?
Lets go, we on some fuckin' sicko mode shit, yeah
Bitch, bitch, how we fucking coming
We finna fuck the whole shit up
Lets go, ay
I'm off an addy, i'm off a perc
I just wanna fuck, i don't wanna flirt
Snap of my fingers, she take off her shirt
Fuck for the night, then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's the whole gang'll pull up
Say I'm crazy, say that I'm wildin'
Say she brand new, but I know she got mileage
Your friends they told you, "don't fuck with an artist"
I tell you my slays that'll hit you the hardest
Brand new car that I bought just to flex
Finna pull up, i ain't diss over text
R$B i know that they got my back
All of my shooters aim above the neck
Come close and you better move cautious
Whole squad strapped, we ain't fuckin' with that nonsense
Hellhounds, and they known to be toxic
Finna break bone like a Travis Scott moshpit, yeah
You best stay in that closet
Where you belong, you ain't meant for these hardships
You ain't meant for this lifestyle
In the wrong crowd, this is how i live my life now
Yeah, ay, yeah
Ou, ou, ou, yeah damn
Gang gang, yeah
Ou, yeah
I got the gang
You ain't gon' do nothing, i know it's a fact
You ain't gunna bang
You don't got a gun
I'm throwin' these hands
I'm counting up hundreds and fifties and more
Cause i got these bands
I might be wild, though i never cap
I got too bored of producing these beat
So i started to rap
Stop the flow, where did he go?
Like seriously seriously
Where did he go, i can't find him
Hoe get the fuck out my way
I'm sorta insane
Spitting 16, 506 straight out my fucking lane
Young kid just looking for fame
Call me a cannibal
Ate this white bitch like a cantaloupe
Bust up on my balls
She spazzing on adderal
She calling me at night cause she hurting from her bottom jaw
Bitch don't call my phone cause you just wanna have a talk
Hennessy up in my dreams Cotten candy in my weed
I'm so fucking turnt, imma kill this beat
506
Poppin' a bowl then fuck your bitch
Poppin' a tab while I'm watching some raps
Takin a nap while you struggle with gnats
And i'm counting 1 2 3 4
Check my dough then meet a hoe
Never gunna take her home
Yeah that's how my crew goes
Yeah, that's how my crew rolls
Smoke a blunt where my flow at
Check the mic then throw it back
Just like I'm a Young Kodak
Sippin' Double cup, prometh
Trippin' balls seeing chairs
That wanna throw hands
Seeing me up in the studio going ham
Bangin' on that white bitch
I know that she just like it
Im fucking on her best friend too
It's like a double kill COD 2
I'm done with my shitty rap
I'm smoking on a fat new pack
Backwoods on the beach stoned rap
Peace out it's JAD
Bitch
And this beef is hot
I got enemies hot as Nevada
I'm eating this pasta, beatin' this bitch named Marla
Up in the kitchen, i'm cookin' and mixin'
I'm doin' it dirty for giggles
I'm comin' for kicks, i be sprayin' this stick
While i'm sick
I'm up your bitch with all this dick, yeah
And i'm gone and zooted, ride by the block on a scooter
Up in the house eating oodles of noodles
You gay ass niggas some poodles
You is a kid drawing doodles
You was on google, learning gang signs
I be, 5-40, let that bang
Got that flag in my pocket, i let it hang
Your bitch down in front of me, i made her sang
This dick game go insane
Outside with this shit at 6
Got hit at 7, baby bitch be lovin'
Hold up, own this fucking dick
Bitch, yeah, oh shit
Y'all finna switch the beat?
Lets go, we on some fuckin' sicko mode shit, yeah
Bitch, bitch, how we fucking coming
We finna fuck the whole shit up
Lets go, ay
I'm off an addy, i'm off a perc
I just wanna fuck, i don't wanna flirt
Snap of my fingers, she take off her shirt
Fuck for the night, then I'm snatchin' her purse
Port city baddie, i just wanna fuck
City too crazy, so I keep it tucked
Live by the gun, die by the gun
Talk on my bro's the whole gang'll pull up
Say I'm crazy, say that I'm wildin'
Say she brand new, but I know she got mileage
Your friends they told you, "don't fuck with an artist"
I tell you my slays that'll hit you the hardest
Brand new car that I bought just to flex
Finna pull up, i ain't diss over text
R$B i know that they got my back
All of my shooters aim above the neck
Come close and you better move cautious
Whole squad strapped, we ain't fuckin' with that nonsense
Hellhounds, and they known to be toxic
Finna break bone like a Travis Scott moshpit, yeah
You best stay in that closet
Where you belong, you ain't meant for these hardships
You ain't meant for this lifestyle
In the wrong crowd, this is how i live my life now
Yeah, ay, yeah
Ou, ou, ou, yeah damn
Gang gang, yeah
Ou, yeah
I got the gang
You ain't gon' do nothing, i know it's a fact
You ain't gunna bang
You don't got a gun
I'm throwin' these hands
I'm counting up hundreds and fifties and more
Cause i got these bands
I might be wild, though i never cap
I got too bored of producing these beat
So i started to rap
Stop the flow, where did he go?
Like seriously seriously
Where did he go, i can't find him
Hoe get the fuck out my way
I'm sorta insane
Spitting 16, 506 straight out my fucking lane
Young kid just looking for fame
Call me a cannibal
Ate this white bitch like a cantaloupe
Bust up on my balls
She spazzing on adderal
She calling me at night cause she hurting from her bottom jaw
Bitch don't call my phone cause you just wanna have a talk
Hennessy up in my dreams Cotten candy in my weed
I'm so fucking turnt, imma kill this beat
506
Poppin' a bowl then fuck your bitch
Poppin' a tab while I'm watching some raps
Takin a nap while you struggle with gnats
And i'm counting 1 2 3 4
Check my dough then meet a hoe
Never gunna take her home
Yeah that's how my crew goes
Yeah, that's how my crew rolls
Smoke a blunt where my flow at
Check the mic then throw it back
Just like I'm a Young Kodak
Sippin' Double cup, prometh
Trippin' balls seeing chairs
That wanna throw hands
Seeing me up in the studio going ham
Bangin' on that white bitch
I know that she just like it
Im fucking on her best friend too
It's like a double kill COD 2
I'm done with my shitty rap
I'm smoking on a fat new pack
Backwoods on the beach stoned rap
Peace out it's JAD
Bitch
Credits
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