Lyrics:
Profit Gorilla, Young Flair, the big dripper, yeah
Hurricane Harvey, them boys finna spin em
Wet that boy up, yeah wet the truck
I caught him down bad like
roids
NBA Joe, he trained to go, I'll send that boy
Fuck who he ridin' with, I want him gone
Big brother, finish him (fuck that nigguh)
Dude career gone,
put it on the gang
Bitch I’ll put it on these white kids screamin Sosa like bang bang
Trappin out the suburbs
Imma hot boy call it summer
Run a bag then
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
boy
Stay up in your lane boy
Talk shit, get hit with sticks
Lil nigga know we bang boy
Heard you was a lame boy
Stay up in your lane boy
Talk shit, get
the wickedest ting
Nike boot to your flex, the wickedest ting
Big money man' earn, the wickedest ting
Them boys aren't ready for
The wickedest ting
It's no long
ridin' like a jetski (I got jet')
I feel like I'm Chief Keef in 2012 (bang bang)
All these bitches say they love me, I pour Wocky by myself
I just want
Activated like curl juice
My gang full of thorough dudes
Fully thang
I'ma let it bang like a hurricane when I swirl through
Why they gossip like hoes
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad
strugglin')
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin' changed set
beat was produced by Rob the Vikang
I crept up from above and took you out
Look its a new sheriff in town
Hope you know that you are going down
Bang
Big Swangaz and Vouges
Them 20 inches sittin low
We Ball 24's 7's all that we know
Screens and neon lights gon show
When my trunk unlock pop
Relax your mind, let your conscience feel free
You're now fuckin' with Hit-Boy and G.A.M.E
It's Dolla $ign in this motherfucker (Dolla $ign)
Wrist
"It's ya boy, Born Sinner
And shout out to the M.A.F.I.A"
How you gone bring yo niggas into battle?
You must be the worst president of a company
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
Right up under my shirt
When I pull away hang and bang
'Cause it all fun and games
Until somebody get hurt
[Chorus]
You finally get hurt murked put
TK, big back
YZ, 40 Duty, three, two strap
Quisha and Miss Lisa house, where we at
It's the gang bang capital, two Ts, capitals
The enemies know
Glizzock
Big Glock, yeah (yeah)
(Ceeo, turn that beat up)
I was raised by my grandma, young nigga was bad as hell
Know my mama wanna rap 'cause
unless you plan to bang
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, yeah)
Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something
Bombs over Baghdad (yeah, uh)
Don't pull
Yeah, he ain't no ordinary dog, and boys he ain't yours
Well I got a dog, big as a plane
Got more power than a hurricane
Well you take him for a walk
blue boys (yeah, yeah) (Bandz)
Got a pocket full of blue boys (big racks)
Got a whole lot of Glocks, got a whole lot of choppers (Glocks)
Every jugg
an option
I'm gonna count to three
One ya betta run
Two I'm telling you
Three don't fuck with me
Go grab ya boys
Cause I got big toys
Bang bang!
Lil man, man
Think it's a game 'til them thangs come out
I bang out 'til your brains hang out
'Cause you're fuckin with a gangsta nigga, a gangsta nigga
Think
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