Bang Mf Bang (Intro)
Well, it's your neighborhood killer
Roll em' like a swisher, I'm not down to take no pictures
Shoot like Reggie Miller
My heart ain't got no feelers, but my Glock, my plus one
And these niggas straight out of a thriller and love to ride shotgun
Ain't no other way to have fun but keepin' it gangsta and rollin
Youngin' open his mind up, just aim and focus
Gotta keep it brief, cause I know niggas forgot that code shit
Pop out like Jack and the Box, hocus pocus
Smokin' on Doja, I kicked lil' mama out, now she need closure
I brought lil' homie out, cause he gettin' bolder
I'm on West Adams with a AK on my shoulder
I don't like Madam, cause that lil' ho think I owe her
Why would you fathom, but I can greet you to my soldiers
Load up banana clips, take a trip, what's the hold up
It ain't nothin' but a B thing
Candy Apple coupe on them thangs
Bang, motherfucker, bang
Survival of the fittest, just tell me if you with it
Only way to survive is to stay vicious
Won't catch me slippin', I'm kickin', pimpin' straight up out the veins
On the gang, twist your fingers up and bang
Motherfucker, bang, can't be untamed
Don't remember me switchin' lanes, bought that paper
Niggas still put you in pain
Me and my gang go hand in hand like Yin-Yang
So if you bang, twist your fingers up and bang
Motherfucker, bang
Roll em' like a swisher, I'm not down to take no pictures
Shoot like Reggie Miller
My heart ain't got no feelers, but my Glock, my plus one
And these niggas straight out of a thriller and love to ride shotgun
Ain't no other way to have fun but keepin' it gangsta and rollin
Youngin' open his mind up, just aim and focus
Gotta keep it brief, cause I know niggas forgot that code shit
Pop out like Jack and the Box, hocus pocus
Smokin' on Doja, I kicked lil' mama out, now she need closure
I brought lil' homie out, cause he gettin' bolder
I'm on West Adams with a AK on my shoulder
I don't like Madam, cause that lil' ho think I owe her
Why would you fathom, but I can greet you to my soldiers
Load up banana clips, take a trip, what's the hold up
It ain't nothin' but a B thing
Candy Apple coupe on them thangs
Bang, motherfucker, bang
Survival of the fittest, just tell me if you with it
Only way to survive is to stay vicious
Won't catch me slippin', I'm kickin', pimpin' straight up out the veins
On the gang, twist your fingers up and bang
Motherfucker, bang, can't be untamed
Don't remember me switchin' lanes, bought that paper
Niggas still put you in pain
Me and my gang go hand in hand like Yin-Yang
So if you bang, twist your fingers up and bang
Motherfucker, bang
Credits
Writer(s): Hussain Kain
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