Lyrics:
So whether you bangin' for crip or blood
You better bang for somthin' young thug
'Cause you'll get banged on not by bangas
But by Johnny Law
a motherfuckin flow
Chitty chitty bang bang, I chitty bang bang
Motherfuckin niggas can't hang
Well oh no, look at the cloud
It's gonna rain but I don't give
in the park enchanted
By the kids passing by
Actually, yeah I wrote this
In my basement sober
Oh good, a less poetic a lot more Mike Posner
For
the '99
What, yeah, uh huh, yeah, bangin on you, huh
It's the big bang theory, yeah, check it out, bring it, yo
I got a big bang theory my hardcore
is a battle and love is war
She got the big guns, pointed at my heart
Bang, bang, shooting like a firing squad
Big guns, it took me by surprise
is a battle and love is war
She got the big guns, pointed at my heart
Bang, bang, shooting like a firing squad
Big guns, it took me by surprise
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
Un, deux, trois (uh ah, turn it up a little bit more)
Bang, bang, bang
Feathers, I'm plucking feathers
One by one, by one
No more skylarking,
Inflicting this karma
Johnny didn’t. Just come he was locked up in the slammers
Wrongfully accused by preposterous
big grammar, No lamba !
Government na
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop and you don't stop the rockin'
To the bang-bang, boogie, say up jump the boogie
you shot up (Shot up, shot up, shot up)
I got two shooters they gone pop up (pop up, shoot)
I️ herd you talking like you big man
(Bow, bang, bang, bow,
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,
I said a hip hop, the hippie, the hippie
To the hip hip hop-a, you don't stop
Rock it out, baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang
The boogie,
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Do the damn thing
My niggaz bang loose
Timmmber
Hawk it's the big hawk
Ready to chalk
With the boom ping, ping
That make the Dre swing, swing
Real niggas do real things
(Produced by yours truly)
We all could let it bang
(Turn it up come on, turn it up
Come on, turn it up come on
Turn it up come
ya)
Bang, uh, bang, uh, bang, yeah, bang, uh, bang, bang, bang, yeah
Uh yeah
Got Big 14 on when the boy rolling home
Yeah, swerving on them
to the loo will be a big mistake
Is jy bang vir hom hy's ysterlong
As jy by die studiesaal se trappies afkom
Is jy bang vir hom hy's ysterlong
Hy dwaal heel
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
oo-chie bang bang (Bravehearts)
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
oo-chie wally wally
[2nd Chorus]
He really
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make
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
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