Bang Out 2
Bitch, what up? (Bitch ass nigga, dumb)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(I need to talk to Mike Laury)
Yeah, believe that, bitch ass nigga
Say my name (Blatt)
You a hoe and you be talkin’
Like you know or sum
Four-five, it's a Glock beam on the bottom
I could show you sum
Take you to the block, you a get chopped
But I just noticed sum
You niggas ain't ’bout what y'all be talkin'
Come and show me sum (This is the sound)
Ridin' with that cutta, interference
It's a bang out
Let a hundred shots from out the
Window with my chain out (Brrrd)
Bitch, you know I'm thuggin'
Screamin' "Fuck you and who claim y’all"
It’s up, play yo' head, get bust and nigga
That’s for all y'all
Step on everybody, soon as I drawl down
(Come here)
Bitch, it's dumb, screamin' out "Red rum"
Buckin’ through the crowd
He want smokе? Tell 'em take a stand
And that's whеn he gon' fall
I brought that Glock up in this bitch
I shoot this bitch all in the crowd
Come through steppin', every body reckless
We be with the shit
Walk in yo' section, bitch
It ain't no tellin', point you in yo' shit
It ain't no fightin' without killin'
Thirty two shots in this bitch
It ain't a army with one nigga spinnin'
Two Glocks with them sticks
It ain't no stoppin' 'till you stretched
(Hold on) buss it 'till it click
We strapped up in this bitch
It ain't no choosin', i don't pick
(yeah)
I'm draped up with them hundreds, boy
My pockets feel like bricks (Bricks)
Flexin' like you want it
I'ma put you on my list (Dumb)
Test me if you wanna, ain't no question
Shoot this bitch up
Some niggas fresh up out that slammer and
Some youngins in here with us
I got ten chains on, we kill 'em all
They try to stick us
When it's killin', ain't no wrong
Don't make no sound when we get picked up
Bitch, what up? Hit 'em with that
Flame and he gon' burn up (Boom)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes
Can't leave with us if we don't know them
(yeah) bitch, what up? Actin' like he dumb
Then we gon' show him
Talkin' reckless in them songs, so
When I catch 'em, i'm gon' blow him
Convicted felon
Police on our trail and we steady steppin'
Be my murder
I don't understand these niggas
Out here tellin'
Jump a hurdle, he could try to run
I bet these bullets catch 'em
I'm rich as fuck, so I don't give a fuck
'bout what these niggas sellin'
You want it with us? Tell us sum
You start it? We ain't squashing nun
You actin' like you raw or sum, bitch
Say it from yo' heart or sum
Speakin' on my nigga, that's a killin'
We gon' order sum (yeah)
Stretch 'em, we gon' 'em
I can't wait to slaughter sum
Bitch, what up? Hit 'em with that
Flame and he gon' burn up (Boom)
Ain't fuckin' with these hoes
Can't leave with us if we don't know them
(yeah) bitch, what up? Actin' like he dumb
Then we gon' show him
Talkin' reckless in them songs, so
When I catch 'em, i'm gon' blow him
Yeah (Dumb) , you know we steppin' (Baby Joe shit)
These niggas ain't ‘bout it
Why the fuck you out here reppin'? (yeah)
Ayy, wait 'till I catch you
You niggas some bitches
(Slatt) , you niggas ain't ready (Slime)
(This is the sound)