BANG! (Remix) (feat. cmance & Fpgenesis)
Pull up with that choppa', let it bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
250 on my wrist, 'bout 400 on my chain
Look at my eyes, do they glisten?
Shawty ain't ever really listen
Make a couple bills while i'm pissin'
But you really ain't making that shit
Bitches be talking while i spit
Going 150 in the rent
Finna' go drive to my pent'
Bitch ain't even worth a cent
Bitches be talking too much
Just get out my head or you gon' die
Man i've been doing too much
The gun to my head, like how am i alive?
Finna' go pop me a zyn, you trying to fit in
They ask how i've been
Pull up with the grin, you never knew then
So where do i begin?
You back door watching
Why you watching 'bout my mother fucking money
You just count on hoes, you a mother fucking dummy
Talking on my name, man, you think that shit is funny, huh?
So i pull up with that choppa', let it bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
250 on my wrist, 'bout 400 on my chain
Ayy, goddamn, goddamn, we flexing
Ain't no doubt, bitch, ain't no question
Run your house, say goodbye to that necklace
Lost and found, when i found it i kept it
Big like my ice, with my niggas we steppin'
Beating that case, and say no attempted
I don't run fades, you must have a death-wish
Niggas i ride with slide over vengeance
Let 'em keep the change
I just wanna see him headless
Spilled up in his grave
Laying there with some spilled intestines
Fuck 'bout what they say
Ayy, but fuck all of that talkin' fuck them opps
And i'm lane switching, fuck the fucking cops
Pull up 10 deep, on your fucking block
Talking on my name, you ain't got shit to say
Say your amazing grace, put you 10ft in the grave
Cause i pull up with that chopper and i let it fucking bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
Pull up with that choppa', let it bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
250 on my wrist, 'bout 400 on my chain
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
250 on my wrist, 'bout 400 on my chain
Look at my eyes, do they glisten?
Shawty ain't ever really listen
Make a couple bills while i'm pissin'
But you really ain't making that shit
Bitches be talking while i spit
Going 150 in the rent
Finna' go drive to my pent'
Bitch ain't even worth a cent
Bitches be talking too much
Just get out my head or you gon' die
Man i've been doing too much
The gun to my head, like how am i alive?
Finna' go pop me a zyn, you trying to fit in
They ask how i've been
Pull up with the grin, you never knew then
So where do i begin?
You back door watching
Why you watching 'bout my mother fucking money
You just count on hoes, you a mother fucking dummy
Talking on my name, man, you think that shit is funny, huh?
So i pull up with that choppa', let it bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
250 on my wrist, 'bout 400 on my chain
Ayy, goddamn, goddamn, we flexing
Ain't no doubt, bitch, ain't no question
Run your house, say goodbye to that necklace
Lost and found, when i found it i kept it
Big like my ice, with my niggas we steppin'
Beating that case, and say no attempted
I don't run fades, you must have a death-wish
Niggas i ride with slide over vengeance
Let 'em keep the change
I just wanna see him headless
Spilled up in his grave
Laying there with some spilled intestines
Fuck 'bout what they say
Ayy, but fuck all of that talkin' fuck them opps
And i'm lane switching, fuck the fucking cops
Pull up 10 deep, on your fucking block
Talking on my name, you ain't got shit to say
Say your amazing grace, put you 10ft in the grave
Cause i pull up with that chopper and i let it fucking bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
Pull up with that choppa', let it bang
What you even do if you ain't flexing with the gang?
Used to drive a Ford, now i'm whipping in a Range
Now they in my DMs, man, they used to call me lame
250 on my wrist, 'bout 400 on my chain
Credits
Writer(s): Caden Mance, Fpgenesis, Timothy Mcgahey
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