Bang! (K.I.D. Casper, SV-Boy)

Hahaha Oh shit Yaya Fuck em Gang! Gang gang gang gang gang gang! Give me the truth I'm speaking to you When i step up in the booth Can't fuck with my crew We coming with nothing to lose I am not here to amuse Can't fuck with the gang I am nothing but insane Stay the fuck out of my lane Mask off like it bane Killer for fortune and fame With nothing but pain I do it now When i go gold got the go pro In the dojo on a slow flow And I don't know where the weed go I go in though Taking photos of the bozos With the low dough Better phone home this is my show Take a low blow of the coco Looking for rings like i'm Frodo While i'm eating fro yo Big shit knock... ah fuck Give me the pen Get the fuck out of my way You're leading the people astray They looking up to you and all you portray You looking past them and their trust you betray K.I.D. Inc. never care what you say Bunch of dogs and you better obey 1, 2, 3, Fuck that bitch What you mean Whats you or me Breathe Fuck you mean Here's a beam Take your dreams Leave the murder scene Out of my mind Yes I am Running through the city Blowing lights Hand on the titty Gun in my pants At that silly I see you nodding that's a problem Guns we got em drugs we slang em Married to the game Black on black try to intervene Found your IG Got a face Take his fame Snatch your chain Mush your brain Pay to me i'm on my way Put that on the gang money ain't a thing Word is bond big boy toys let em bang Ya we let em bang Put that on the gang put that on the gang, gang Put that on the gang that money ain't a thing Money ain't a thing I've come to dead with dead aim and all the decisions that led them to regret em I am not the reverend I was not sent from heaven I'm the devil digging ditches for these bitches In the form of a mac eleven With thirty two rounds of make you famous real quick in em I come with a venom I'm looking for Armageddon when this KID let his cannon go BANG! Pay attention when I speak This a preview what you think Rubber bands around the clip go insane Bullet holes to the brain white tee's got a stain On the phone with the devil cause you know i'm plotting Bodies dropping heart stopping money coming diamonds shining Look at my wrist empty mad safes blood diamonds Cross my wrist hotter than the devil works fast In the furnace must be a dream a deleted cut scene A sip of the lean turned me to the hulk Careful how you talk Leave your body covered in the chalk Walk it like I talk it Gun loaded No permit just refurbished no cap That's a dirt nap put that on the gang BANG!