Bang

Gone bang on them niggas, twist ya fingers up (Bang)
Represent ya side nigga, gone hit em up (Bang)
That nigga talking like he bout it, we gone see what's up (Yeah)
That nigga ain't really hood, I can see his bluff (Yeah)
Gone bang on them niggas, twist ya fingers up (Bang)
Represent ya side nigga, gone hit em up (Bang)
That nigga talking like he bout it, we gone see what's up (Bang)
That nigga ain't really hood, I can see his bluff

Yeah I be that nigga from the bottom of the atlas (Yeah)
South Dallas nigga, 44 to be exactly (Ugh)
Imma real nigga, I don't be with all that capping (Nah)
Like his name applause, when I see him, imma clap him (Yeah)
Yeah like a cone, imma catch him out in traffic
That nigga spot sitting, he ain't really out here trapping
I do this shit in real life, nah this shit ain't magic (Nah)
I ball on them niggas, like I'm playing for the Magic
Yeah I keep that stick on me like a majorette (Yeah)
Get yo bitch ass popped just like an Adipex (Ugh)
Yeah I keep a gun on me like that nigga hex
If a nigga run up on me, he gone meet his death (Yeah)
That nigga talking out his neck, then imma Pacquiao 'em
I ain't never got hoe'd, cause I was never going
That nigga ain't really street, he just capping on 'em (Yeah)
If I catch him in the streets, imma Whac-A-Mole him (Ugh)

Gone bang on them niggas, twist ya fingers up (Bang)
Represent ya side nigga, gone hit em up (Bang)
That nigga talking like he bout it, we gone see what's up (Yeah)
That nigga ain't really hood, I can see his bluff (Yeah)
Gone bang on them niggas, twist ya fingers up (Bang)
Represent ya side nigga, gone hit em up (Bang)
That nigga talking like he bout it, we gone see what's up (Bang)
That nigga ain't really hood, I can see his bluff (Ugh, ugh)



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Writer(s): Devon Franklin
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