"Bangin For Bro" lyrics
Elvis
Grrah-grrah-grrah
Yo, Nonzo, turn this up
Ransom, you fucked this up
It get nasty, it get nasty
Bitch, I'm totin' Jackie (Totin' Jackie)
Oz up, never Gz, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
It's Edot, baby, like
Can't go, can't lack
I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack
Bitch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact
I do drills and the opps make tracks
Plus these niggas be chillin' wit' rats
I don't got the gun, he get beat wit' the stat
Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver
Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer
Said you smokin' on bro so we smokin' ya' poppa
I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em
Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come
See another opp, I'm like, "We got one"
I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah
Bitch, it's still bangin' for bro
Everything dead when you drop my O
Too oppy, bitch, we the reason they smokin' on shh, like
It's static? Okay, copy
Shit gon' get rocky, like
Spin the Sev, empty the clip
I see a Flocka, that boy dismissed
Lil' thotty, she stay doin' dick
She wanna fuck, tell her," [?] "
Like, every opp shot, ReyWayK
I keep a knock and it stay on the waist
I'm too official, no I won't change
Man, I could never go switch on the gang
Smokin' on dead niggas, got me deady
You kick me a O, where ya' chevy
I know a opper got shot in his belly
Like, backdoor open, I'm feelin' like Melly
This chopper do tricks like Jackie
I be damned if I let a opposition clap me
So I stay totin' Sally
Brittany, Kelly, shit gon' get nasty
Masked up for the hit, bitch, I'm clutchin'
They stay talkin' on bro, ain't do nothin'
Told brodie, "Move, I'm 'bout to up it"
Walk in Saks and I spend like a hundred
Can't go, can't lack
I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack
Bitch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact
I do drills and the opps make tracks
Plus these niggas be chillin' wit' rats
I don't got the gun, he get beat wit' the stat
Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver
Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer
Said you smokin' on bro so we smokin' ya' poppa
I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em
Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come
See another opp, I'm like, "We got one"
I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah
Bitch, it's still bangin' for bro
Everything dead when you drop my O
Grrah-grrah-grrah
Yo, Nonzo, turn this up
Ransom, you fucked this up
It get nasty, it get nasty
Bitch, I'm totin' Jackie (Totin' Jackie)
Oz up, never Gz, y'all know what the fuck goin' on
It's Edot, baby, like
Can't go, can't lack
I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack
Bitch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact
I do drills and the opps make tracks
Plus these niggas be chillin' wit' rats
I don't got the gun, he get beat wit' the stat
Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver
Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer
Said you smokin' on bro so we smokin' ya' poppa
I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em
Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come
See another opp, I'm like, "We got one"
I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah
Bitch, it's still bangin' for bro
Everything dead when you drop my O
Too oppy, bitch, we the reason they smokin' on shh, like
It's static? Okay, copy
Shit gon' get rocky, like
Spin the Sev, empty the clip
I see a Flocka, that boy dismissed
Lil' thotty, she stay doin' dick
She wanna fuck, tell her," [?] "
Like, every opp shot, ReyWayK
I keep a knock and it stay on the waist
I'm too official, no I won't change
Man, I could never go switch on the gang
Smokin' on dead niggas, got me deady
You kick me a O, where ya' chevy
I know a opper got shot in his belly
Like, backdoor open, I'm feelin' like Melly
This chopper do tricks like Jackie
I be damned if I let a opposition clap me
So I stay totin' Sally
Brittany, Kelly, shit gon' get nasty
Masked up for the hit, bitch, I'm clutchin'
They stay talkin' on bro, ain't do nothin'
Told brodie, "Move, I'm 'bout to up it"
Walk in Saks and I spend like a hundred
Can't go, can't lack
I keep a knock and I'm quick to attack
Bitch, it's stuck to my hip, that's a fact
I do drills and the opps make tracks
Plus these niggas be chillin' wit' rats
I don't got the gun, he get beat wit' the stat
Like, off the yerky, Roscoe the driver
Chop got kick, somethin' like soccer
Said you smokin' on bro so we smokin' ya' poppa
I catch Yus Gz, I'ma flock 'em
Like, got ran down, it's a man down, now here all the cops come
See another opp, I'm like, "We got one"
I'ma hang out the backseat, drop 'em, grrah
Bitch, it's still bangin' for bro
Everything dead when you drop my O
