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BANG (feat. Mr. Man)

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Biggity! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (Know what I'm saying)

Biggity! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (We in the twinkie traphouse)

Biggity! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Biggity! Bang! Bang!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (It's the fire the kid spittin cuz)

Biggity! Bang! Bang!

Yeah Yeah Yeah

Skinny jeans, Chuck T's

Nigga like, "uh!"

K-i-does-what-the-*****-I-want!

Dude, niggas like you?

Better than me?!

Nigga like, huh? Wha?

Nineteen with a milli swag

Making white moms really glad

Whack rappers is really mad

Cause y'all suck like really bad!

Cassio on my wrist

Nigga time for me to get rad

I make this shit look gold

But nah nigga, this shit just brass

I'm a beast, I'm a beast

I'm a dog, I'm a dog

And I shut niggas down

And I'm not even on

If your shit sounds weak just hit up my phone

You need help with your songs, I'm the nigga you call

Cause I bang bang bang bang

Biggity bang bang

Run these tracks and you get hit with a train

or hook cause I know how to sang sang

Have your preteen goin insane

Lamborghini mercy

Your chick she so thirsty

I gave her a drink but, I don't think it's working

I see more of her than you, and I ain't met her in person

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Biggity! Bang! Bang! Mr. Man

Nigga damn

Where the ***** you been at, bruh?

I been up, banging on raps

Walking in show, making stages collapse

Remeber who is that, cause they know we are

Blowing up trees, ***** security guards

Touch Down and make the city ours

My hair nappy like a Rastafari

Stayed in my lane

Bringing that bang

Blow 60 K's of cocaine

Dreamed of gold chains around my neck,

Big crib, a bunch of whips like slaves

Overcomers that overcame

Y'all balling on minimum wage

Never heard of your crew

Ain't red nor blue but my niggas we bang

Yup, yup, yup

Let me get back to it

Oh wow, you said I couldn't do it

Funny as *****, are you dummies or what?

Cause I was gon' blow when you dumb niggas knew it

Ridin Around in my city

And these niggas know what I'm bout

Pull up on a 60s bike that cost more than your house

Yeah, everybody outside

Hearing shit that I like

Got them speakers blaring

There ain't anywhere you can hide

Uh

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