Bangin
I'm banging in 22
It's called banging
I'm banging, I'm hitting up that gerusto nigga
With my bread and yo hoe
I'm banging, I got that major bread
I'm banging, giving that major head
To them bitches that be playing games
They know I'm coming up that real thing
We got that liquor in the backseat of that ride
I tell them bye bye to these niggas
They wanna be me so bad but they can't
Cause I got that life that they wish they had
Aye, I'm coming through TG County
Busting up all them famers about to rate their shit
Aye, these motherfucking hoes know who they dealing with
I'm banging, they see these big stacks
I'm banging, coming with them rack racks
I'm banging at your front door like the IRS
We bout to repossess your life
I'm going bang bang
Get your ass on the ground, call it gang gang
I got some table manners, please and thank you
Was nice to meet you
You ain't on my level nigga
What? You just a fucking fruity pebble
Fuck, it's time to school you want some shit
Cry, cause you dumb as fuck
Just like the rest
Vanessa, I'm banging
And I don't give a fuck if the fizzle round
They can get it too, and they navy blue
I murdered them hoes, I chopped them through
Nigga what
You gonna need a doc when I'm done
These bitches gonna see that I'm number one in the crew
I tell them, check it
I tell you again, I'm not backing down
I'm gonna win, boo
In 22
I'm banging on these streets
What you gonna do
It's called banging
I'm banging, I'm hitting up that gerusto nigga
With my bread and yo hoe
I'm banging, I got that major bread
I'm banging, giving that major head
To them bitches that be playing games
They know I'm coming up that real thing
We got that liquor in the backseat of that ride
I tell them bye bye to these niggas
They wanna be me so bad but they can't
Cause I got that life that they wish they had
Aye, I'm coming through TG County
Busting up all them famers about to rate their shit
Aye, these motherfucking hoes know who they dealing with
I'm banging, they see these big stacks
I'm banging, coming with them rack racks
I'm banging at your front door like the IRS
We bout to repossess your life
I'm going bang bang
Get your ass on the ground, call it gang gang
I got some table manners, please and thank you
Was nice to meet you
You ain't on my level nigga
What? You just a fucking fruity pebble
Fuck, it's time to school you want some shit
Cry, cause you dumb as fuck
Just like the rest
Vanessa, I'm banging
And I don't give a fuck if the fizzle round
They can get it too, and they navy blue
I murdered them hoes, I chopped them through
Nigga what
You gonna need a doc when I'm done
These bitches gonna see that I'm number one in the crew
I tell them, check it
I tell you again, I'm not backing down
I'm gonna win, boo
In 22
I'm banging on these streets
What you gonna do
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Writer(s): Myron Colbert
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