"Bang (Remix)" lyrics
(feat. Lil B the Based God)
(Yeah. Based God. Yeah, yeah, yeah, remix. Chi-town. What it do? Woo, woo, swag, swag, yeah, Base God, Based God)
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitches (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But I'm a let this Hammer blow
Like... bang, bang, bang bang bang
Bang, bang bang bang bang
Bang, bang
[Lil B:]
My niggas know this here
I will fucking you take you out
I don't talk off out of the mouth
I just come in with that Glock
Niggas know I took that case
I was facing 36
I had blood upon my hand and I still ain't say shit
Niggas talk about that black mask
I still got that black mask
I'll come out of retirement
And I'll have you looking like Batman
And shouts out to B-Unit
Wasn't old enough for D-Unit
And brangdang and bang, bang
Bitch Basedworld we the new movement
Shouts out to Chief Keef
That Nigga is my pedigree
I don't speak on it but really homie
Niggas getting fed clips for real homie
AK got the dick on it
Yeah bitch, this Lil' B
I still rock that pink shirt
And murk a nigga up in the streets
(You feel me, I fuck with my nigga Chief Keef
Remix. Yeah. Remix. Chicago Bay Area Thuggin')
[Chief Keef:]
Glock nine, TEC-9, 30 clip, .45
When I hit him, he ain't comin' back
Smokin' loud, this Buddy loud, so I ain't comin' back
And I'm Chief Keef, bitch
Off a pill, I feel like E.T., bitch
When I hit, you spin like a CD, bitch
Can't get caught by CPD, bitch
My nigga Dooski, he got my back
Just bring a nine, we ain't got a MAC
You better listen, we got a MAC
And on your back, we make the 'nolia clap
We got 50-shot TECs, so don't get wet
We gon' make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch suckin' all on my cock
On the block, we the chop shop
Smokin' stank, all I know is bang
Fuck run a train, we gon' roll a train
Big propane like Novocaine
Chief Keef, bitch, I'm so insane
It's Glory Boyz, Lamron
Wic City and Blake Gate
Young Money and 46
Flip a nigga like patty cake
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitches (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But I'm a let this Hammer blow
Like... bang, bang, bang bang bang
Bang, bang bang bang bang
Bang, bang
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitches (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But I'm a let this Hammer blow
Like... bang, bang, bang bang bang
Bang, bang bang bang bang
Bang, bang
[Lil B:]
My niggas know this here
I will fucking you take you out
I don't talk off out of the mouth
I just come in with that Glock
Niggas know I took that case
I was facing 36
I had blood upon my hand and I still ain't say shit
Niggas talk about that black mask
I still got that black mask
I'll come out of retirement
And I'll have you looking like Batman
And shouts out to B-Unit
Wasn't old enough for D-Unit
And brangdang and bang, bang
Bitch Basedworld we the new movement
Shouts out to Chief Keef
That Nigga is my pedigree
I don't speak on it but really homie
Niggas getting fed clips for real homie
AK got the dick on it
Yeah bitch, this Lil' B
I still rock that pink shirt
And murk a nigga up in the streets
(You feel me, I fuck with my nigga Chief Keef
Remix. Yeah. Remix. Chicago Bay Area Thuggin')
[Chief Keef:]
Glock nine, TEC-9, 30 clip, .45
When I hit him, he ain't comin' back
Smokin' loud, this Buddy loud, so I ain't comin' back
And I'm Chief Keef, bitch
Off a pill, I feel like E.T., bitch
When I hit, you spin like a CD, bitch
Can't get caught by CPD, bitch
My nigga Dooski, he got my back
Just bring a nine, we ain't got a MAC
You better listen, we got a MAC
And on your back, we make the 'nolia clap
We got 50-shot TECs, so don't get wet
We gon' make some bullets rain on your block
Your bitch suckin' all on my cock
On the block, we the chop shop
Smokin' stank, all I know is bang
Fuck run a train, we gon' roll a train
Big propane like Novocaine
Chief Keef, bitch, I'm so insane
It's Glory Boyz, Lamron
Wic City and Blake Gate
Young Money and 46
Flip a nigga like patty cake
That Smoose got me gone you can hear in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no fuck I be going to hell
Can't fuck around with bitches (bitches)
Because they be acting like hoes (hoes)
There's a lot hoes out here though
But I'm a let this Hammer blow
Like... bang, bang, bang bang bang
Bang, bang bang bang bang
Bang, bang
Writer(s): Keith Cozart, Kaliq Lawrence
