Bang
(Huh Huh Huh)
Hit it 100 on the fast lane huh
She say I'm a dog I'm bad to the bone not to change man
Huh she right I never changed man
I don't be speaking that choppa talking and it go bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Got a round of thirties on me
I ain't talkin bout a percocet I'm talking bout a magazine
If he want smoke I've been craving some barbeque meet me out back i'm gonna grill in the three
I got the choppa no semi I'm coming in ready for war bet you won't talk anymore
Riding round flexing I'm rocking Dior
Bitch I'm kicking in the door
I'm pouring a four
Yeah shawty jumpin she want more
Yeah brodie drippin bout that Scottie Pippen when I'm whippin it up in the Porsche
Yeah tell me why the fuck you hating on me
But you can't blame it on me
I hustled and I ain't got no option that's why I made it homie
Hit it 100 on the fast lane huh
She say I'm a dog I'm bad to the bone not to change man
Huh she right I never changed man
I don't be speaking, that choppa talking and it go bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Me and my N- gon bang for real
Told her I do what I can for real
Empty the clip it's loaded with guns nah that shit ain't gon jam for real
N- not fam I swear he a phoney
We gettin money we trappin no study
Gettin that green lil N- like Broly
You is a fan yeah you do not know me
Me and my N- we trap a lot
Pull up that shorty she cap a lot
I'm in the hood we go fast a lot
Taking your bitch I might bag your thot
In a new whip and that shit go zoom
Wanna come to my room
Said I'm going up yeah a young N- soon
Imma leave that N- dead like a mother fuckin tomb
Hit it 100 on the fast lane huh
She say I'm a dog I'm bad to the bone not to change man
Huh she right I never changed man
I don't be speaking that choppa talking and it go bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Hit it 100 on the fast lane huh
She say I'm a dog I'm bad to the bone not to change man
Huh she right I never changed man
I don't be speaking that choppa talking and it go bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Got a round of thirties on me
I ain't talkin bout a percocet I'm talking bout a magazine
If he want smoke I've been craving some barbeque meet me out back i'm gonna grill in the three
I got the choppa no semi I'm coming in ready for war bet you won't talk anymore
Riding round flexing I'm rocking Dior
Bitch I'm kicking in the door
I'm pouring a four
Yeah shawty jumpin she want more
Yeah brodie drippin bout that Scottie Pippen when I'm whippin it up in the Porsche
Yeah tell me why the fuck you hating on me
But you can't blame it on me
I hustled and I ain't got no option that's why I made it homie
Hit it 100 on the fast lane huh
She say I'm a dog I'm bad to the bone not to change man
Huh she right I never changed man
I don't be speaking, that choppa talking and it go bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Me and my N- gon bang for real
Told her I do what I can for real
Empty the clip it's loaded with guns nah that shit ain't gon jam for real
N- not fam I swear he a phoney
We gettin money we trappin no study
Gettin that green lil N- like Broly
You is a fan yeah you do not know me
Me and my N- we trap a lot
Pull up that shorty she cap a lot
I'm in the hood we go fast a lot
Taking your bitch I might bag your thot
In a new whip and that shit go zoom
Wanna come to my room
Said I'm going up yeah a young N- soon
Imma leave that N- dead like a mother fuckin tomb
Hit it 100 on the fast lane huh
She say I'm a dog I'm bad to the bone not to change man
Huh she right I never changed man
I don't be speaking that choppa talking and it go bang bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Credits
Writer(s): L!l Breeze
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