"Bang" lyrics

They told me, get on it, you never look back
I got on, I put the gang on my back, yeah
She falls asleep (Coupe)

It's on me, you get on, you never look back
I got on, I put the gag on my back
Whole lot of racks in the LV bed
These acts (okay)
Mo' seein' new niggas really informed
So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang
I'm tired of these fake ass rat niggas actin' like suitors
I know damn well they ain't
Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang)
Niggas try to juggle Siffy
Count say, "Shout, no Tyree"

Blood on blood for blow down
And I heard that he's blowin' for blood though
But he ain't even blow for his bro though
But he ain't even blow for his hoodlum
Look at that bitch, ain't never gon' smoke 'em
Hop by a little take, y'all nigga run

I'm tryna rule that world, I get dozed
I'm tryna fuck that world, I get scrolled
Speaking on gang, I'ma come in, exposed
Wash it down with a smile, no joke
Like a snake when I creep with that Foreign
By that pit when they put that shit on
A nigga can't duck, did her RP, bro

Tryin' to ride with that glock, I'm not lonely
At least I stay on my car like I'm Tony
Capped by the world, feelin' like I'm down
For head, on the night with me, game
Got bitches on the lane, they get gone or somethin'
Got broke from the rack, lil' chop that shit down
Kiddo got made over a hunnid thousand
And that's how I'm breakin' the house
Y'all niggas were wild

They told me to get on, you never looked back
I got her and I put the gang on my back
Whole lot of racks, the LV back
These acts, okay (on gang)
Mo' seein' new niggas really informed
So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang
I'm tired of these fake ass rat niggas actin' like suitors
I know damn well they ain't

Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang)
Niggas try to juggle Siffy
Count say, "Shout, no Tyree"
Blood on blood for blow down
And I heard that he's blowin' for blow down
But he ain't even blow for his bro though
He didn't even blow for his hood though

Liberate a bitch, I ain't ever gon' smoke 'em
Look where that bitch at, ain't no one gon' hold 'em
Chill out to G-City, back out, no chill
They wanna start flyin', I want more kill
I'm gonna fuck what's hot like a burn, sit
I'm gonna fuck, why I cut like a steel
I wanna fuck but I cut like a P
I wanna fuck but I pop like a blick
I wanna fuck, what's dead on D

They mad that I came from the bottom and rich
Cover this kid with a knife, I can talk
I don't have 'em blazin', spin 'bout their place
Feenin' for percs, I'm gon' turn to a junkie
Wrap up a bottle like bricks all around me
I'm a skrrt nigga from back, yeah they're comin'
And I'm done flew busy for any dilemma
I'm wanted by an uncle, we've seen him around
They told me, "You get on, you never look back"

I got on, I put the gang on my back, yeah
Whole lot of racks in the LV bed
These acts (okay)
Mo' seein' new niggas really informed
So I wanna ticket, I don't wanna hang
I'm tired of these fake ass rat niggas actin' like suitors
I know damn well they ain't
Nip' had a draco, cheeky (bang)
Niggas try to juggle Siffy
Count say, "Shout, no Tyree"

Blood on blood for blow down
And I heard that he's blowin' for blood though
But he ain't even blow for his bro though
But he ain't even blow for his hood
Liberate a bitch, I ain't never gon' smoke 'em