Bang
(专辑: Young Money: Rise Of An Empire - 2014)
[Verse 1: Lil Twist] I
put the
kush in the
stogey, yeah, I
put the
Bentley in Drive I'm pulling out the
garage, and thanking God I'm alive I've been through so much shit, been through trouble and back I
ain't do much time, but dawg I
ain't going back These niggas fake and they phony, the
paparazzi wait on me I
left the
jail in Givenchy, they should have posted that homie I'm in the A
with Rich Homie, I'm in the A
with 2
Chainz I'm in the A
with my brother, it's YMCM Rich Gang Now tell them niggas line up, I
tell them niggas time up This KTZ gon' stand out, it's clear I
don't give a
fuck In my closet I
eat you up, my fashion ill no duh My whip game insane uh Ferrari Testarossa's Y'all niggas thought I
lost it, I'm awesome I
just took a
break to teach a
young nigga how to boss it Like when KG went to Boston Or when Melo went to the
Knicks And he brought JR Smith and they both started balling Big bro went from serving birds to pelicans in New Orleans Let me take a
break, let me catch my breath Rolling with the
Birdman homie, it's YM over everything Nigga, I
don't need nothing else It's Lil Twist, nigga, I'm checked in I
fucked homegirl and her best friend You don't wanna miss out on your blessing Got the
dope dick and I
use it as a
weapon I
just [Hook] Shooter, BANG [x5] [Verse 2: Euro] Sometimes I
think I'm Michael Jordan, Michael Tyson Michael Phelps and Michael Jackson Might just drop my fucking tape and fuck around, it might go platinum How'd I
do that off of freebies? Fill my double cup with ether Got the
same buzz as niggas with an album off of features See I'm doing it again, got a
tool in the
timbs, now the
rules gotta bend No tools in the
gym but I
gotta bring it in Because niggas wanna flex, but they really slim Jim Gotta point it at him, him, fuck it and him All I
wanna do is kill kill for the
ching ching Got a
best friend and the
best friend got a
twin Gotta fit 'em all in, now that's a
win win win win The
room's spinning cause I'm faded Watch how you run up on these businessmen, they're gang related I
said I
like the
way she dance, she like the
way I
made it Fuck me without paying the
rent, imagine if I
paid it I
owe you one girl, I
owe you one's Money always been the
main attraction Homie told me women always been the
main distraction And I'm too focused, I
just hate to get disturbed I'm busy making millions and she just started laughing So you know I
had to [Hook] [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Wanting manners when I
don't even want a
mask on War paint like a
baboon and my bitch got a
red ass on Young Money Cash Money to the
dirt of me So for certainly I'mma get my blast on To the
face of a
fuck nigga trying to fuck with us Think they can make it if they can run a
decathlon Stay blazing, I
mack on, play brave and get back home With them AK's, crack arms with a
straight face, that calm And I
fain gaze and attack on with a
straight razor in that palm Any nigga want it he gotta get it The
Yappa got it rolling and rocking with it I
got a
nigga showing and popping, picking and going Packing a
fight, everybody hit the
floor, he shot the
men and boom Pall bearers, cold moms, militia all Bishop's, O-Dawg's You should've drove off, hitting on bitches and poor dogs Looking the
nose off, looking like I'm flicking the
stove off When I'm kicking the
stove off, kicking the
doors off Everybody hit the
deck, still bodies get thrown off Say making a
remarkable pay Meeting grandpa at a
doc or a
bay Bad bitch, hide the
grippers, I
may Fucking killing unbook, come the
coppers and spray Twizzie get the
chicken, they plot him hopping the
gate If you get to tripping then you get shot in the
face You ain't got the
bitch in the
kitchen popping the
safe Sorry to say, no eye witness, you finish you gotta bang [Hook]