"BANGOUT" lyrics
My aircraft will become my body
I will strike with all of myself
When you see the sky, think of me
I go to my death willingly, but not joyfully
Cocaine music, we love to sell crack (Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom)
Call me Yung Plane Krash
(Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Crack game, pulling packs
Black flame, pellet caps
Rap games, filled with rats
Black range, double back
Hop out, running track
Opps out, run it back
Pop out, run a lap
Big Sleez, upper hat
Cocaine, double wrapped
When I'm cooking up
Cocaine, I can double that
Cocaine, in the pot
Got it doin' jumping jacks
Dope trade on my block
Young bull, poppin' packs
Propane out the watch
Left wrist, hunnid racks
Whole gang got the stock
Hop out, holo black
No names to the cops
Snitch, get thunder clapped (Doo-doo-doo)
No lames at the top
Put him in a oven pack
Big Sleez, double racks
Why don't you help me test my aim out?
Don't try to press me man, I really blow his brains out
You can't come to my hood, you can't hang out
Walk around the whole hood, with my chain out (Splatt, splatt, splatt, splatt)
Fuck you, you ugly bitch
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
I ain't done yet
Got my stick out, you ain't run yet
You ain't ever get hit with the drum yet (Nah)
Big sticks, size of a drum neck (Nah)
Drop packs off on the front steps (Gimme that, gimme that)
Bad bitch, scam like the dub checks (Gimme that, gimme that)
Rugers on chrome, Glock, pump TECs (Doo-doo-doo)
Shooters coming home, got a month left
Let twenty shots blow up in one sec
Buck .50 on my neck, that's a chump check
Bad bitch, poppin' molly, got her tongue wet
Half brick in the lobby, got a ton left
Big Mossberg shotty knock your [?]
Why don't you help me test my aim out?
Don't try to press me man, I really blow his brains out
You can't come to my hood, you can't hang out
Walk around the whole hood, with my chain out (Splatt, splatt, splatt, splatt)
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Lock the doors to the dungeon
Shadow Wizard Slime Crew
We love sliming shit
I will strike with all of myself
When you see the sky, think of me
I go to my death willingly, but not joyfully
Cocaine music, we love to sell crack (Vroom, vroom, vroom, vroom)
Call me Yung Plane Krash
(Vroom, vroom, vroom)
Crack game, pulling packs
Black flame, pellet caps
Rap games, filled with rats
Black range, double back
Hop out, running track
Opps out, run it back
Pop out, run a lap
Big Sleez, upper hat
Cocaine, double wrapped
When I'm cooking up
Cocaine, I can double that
Cocaine, in the pot
Got it doin' jumping jacks
Dope trade on my block
Young bull, poppin' packs
Propane out the watch
Left wrist, hunnid racks
Whole gang got the stock
Hop out, holo black
No names to the cops
Snitch, get thunder clapped (Doo-doo-doo)
No lames at the top
Put him in a oven pack
Big Sleez, double racks
Why don't you help me test my aim out?
Don't try to press me man, I really blow his brains out
You can't come to my hood, you can't hang out
Walk around the whole hood, with my chain out (Splatt, splatt, splatt, splatt)
Fuck you, you ugly bitch
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
I ain't done yet
Got my stick out, you ain't run yet
You ain't ever get hit with the drum yet (Nah)
Big sticks, size of a drum neck (Nah)
Drop packs off on the front steps (Gimme that, gimme that)
Bad bitch, scam like the dub checks (Gimme that, gimme that)
Rugers on chrome, Glock, pump TECs (Doo-doo-doo)
Shooters coming home, got a month left
Let twenty shots blow up in one sec
Buck .50 on my neck, that's a chump check
Bad bitch, poppin' molly, got her tongue wet
Half brick in the lobby, got a ton left
Big Mossberg shotty knock your [?]
Why don't you help me test my aim out?
Don't try to press me man, I really blow his brains out
You can't come to my hood, you can't hang out
Walk around the whole hood, with my chain out (Splatt, splatt, splatt, splatt)
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, Ewok, bang-out
Lock the doors to the dungeon
Shadow Wizard Slime Crew
We love sliming shit
