BANG

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
 Biggity! Bang! Bang!
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (Know what I'm saying)
 Biggity! Bang! Bang!
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (We in the twinkie traphouse)
 Biggity! Bang! Bang!
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
 Biggity! Bang! Bang!
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (It's the fire the kid spittin cuz)
 Biggity! Bang! Bang!
 Yeah Yeah Yeah
 Skinny jeans, Chuck T's
 Nigga like, "uh!"
 K-i-does-what-the-*****-I-want!
 Dude, niggas like you?
 Better than me?!
 Nigga like, huh? Wha?
 Nineteen with a milli swag
 Making white moms really glad
 Whack rappers is really mad
 Cause y'all suck like really bad!
 Cassio on my wrist
 Nigga time for me to get rad
 I make this shit look gold
 But nah nigga, this shit just brass
 I'm a beast, I'm a beast
 I'm a dog, I'm a dog
 And I shut niggas down
 And I'm not even on
 If your shit sounds weak just hit up my phone
 You need help with your songs, I'm the nigga you call
 Cause I bang bang bang bang
 Biggity bang bang
 Run these tracks and you get hit with a train
 or hook cause I know how to sang sang
 Have your preteen goin insane
 Lamborghini mercy
 Your chick she so thirsty
 I gave her a drink but, I don't think it's working
 I see more of her than you, and I ain't met her in person
 Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
 Biggity! Bang! Bang! Mr. Man
 Nigga damn
 Where the ***** you been at, bruh?
 I been up, banging on raps
 Walking in show, making stages collapse
 Remeber who is that, cause they know we are
 Blowing up trees, ***** security guards
 Touch Down and make the city ours
 My hair nappy like a Rastafari
 Stayed in my lane
 Bringing that bang
 Blow 60 K's of cocaine
 Dreamed of gold chains around my neck,
 Big crib, a bunch of whips like slaves
 Overcomers that overcame
 Y'all balling on minimum wage
 Never heard of your crew
 Ain't red nor blue but my niggas we bang
 Yup, yup, yup
 Let me get back to it
 Oh wow, you said I couldn't do it
 Funny as *****, are you dummies or what?
 Cause I was gon' blow when you dumb niggas knew it
 Ridin Around in my city
 And these niggas know what I'm bout
 Pull up on a 60s bike that cost more than your house
 Yeah, everybody outside
 Hearing shit that I like
 Got them speakers blaring
 There ain't anywhere you can hide
 Uh