Bang (feat. YG Hottie & Slim Dunkin) Lyrics

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Lex
Lex we in this bitch throwing gang sign, bang
Brick, brick, brick, brick, brick
Bricksquad bricksquad[Chorus: x4]
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
We in this bitch throwin' gang signs, manB-L-Double O-D, right-side flag
Nigga know me, I'm green flag
Bitch, that's Grove Street
Squeeze on my trigger till my gun OD
Ride on my enemies, nigga just in to me
Niggas ain't have ?
Hundred grand chain, you ain't ? like me
All the ?
Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z
Can't no nigga blame me
Up? like some rabies
Got the hood life, I crazy

I'll paint your whole town red (Soo Woo)
Make your little brother scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
Make your little sister scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo)
Me and YG Hootie-Hoo (Boppin!)
Frenchie, Juice, Man, Guc' (Ooh)
Bet them boys gon' shoot (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
Sling a cap in Kebo
Gon' shoot for Freak 'em Free Throws
Free my nigga T-bone (T-Bone!)
I punch a nigga like I'm D-bow (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
Waka Flocka Flame, pussy nigga what's bangin'? (Bow! Bow! Bow!)
In the club throwin' up signs, right hangin' (Flocka!)[Chorus: x4]Ride on my enemies, throw 'em off in the C
Know a lot of niggas really dream about gettin' me
Ride on with niggas with the West Side, though
I ain't fuckin' with you if you actin' all 50
? in Tennessee
Keep me a mini choppa, flamed up
Me and Flocka West Side
My casa, I run
My house, my turf like the ?
West side fuckin' with the Down South
Red flags all at my shows
Used to kill, now we all about dope
Buy whips, put 'em all on fo's
Still kill, but it's all about dope
Get tricky, so play by the rules
Look, homie ?
Flip that pack, still grind some mo'
I love my hood and I love ?
I feed my hood with a spoon and fork
Fuck with me, you won't eat. Let's go!
Go against me, I'mma slit your throat
Get a rap check, but weed, buy coke
I make shit pop and ?
I'm the king around here
That's how shit go, nigga[Chorus: x4]Nigga, hold up, don't act like you know me
Just cause you Blood don't make you my homie
Fuck with you ? and clique probably phony
Real ? shit,nigga, you can call me Tony
Nigga, I'm a shooter. Gon' get your ass shot
Y shoot for Guc', guns shoot for Flock
Nigga I'mma bang roulette till ?
Wrong gang sign, nigga, palm that back
Whole clique goons, don't know how to act
? got the ?, Ted got the mac
Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
Hold on, DJ bring that back
Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back
Shit, yeah, I told that nigga hold that
Knocked out his front seat, his ass come back
Don't check ?
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin'
But, nah, I ain't a Hoover
Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper
Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin'
But, nah, I ain't a Hoover[Chorus: x4]
Songwriters
LEWIS, LEXUS ARNEL/MALPHURS, JUAQUIN/JOSEPH, LAMAR/HAMILTON, MARIOPublished by
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