Bang Bang (feat. Bad Lucc & The Game)

: Bang (What) Let me up and I bet i'll make this thing bang Only time I'm really in the streets, is when you hear me on this fly shit You know I'm from the hood so I'll I'll be at the studio but when it come to the streets I got some niggas that'll go Sippin' on tequila With some señoritas All these hoes ratchet but they acting like divas Come through speed, hoes all looking Boy watch your threads, you get your life (tooken) Goons ride like a roller, Push green like a stroller Call us Minnesota bitch hotter than Takoma Keep paper in folds Who want the same thing? Girl let me hit the thang thang Bet I make you bang bang You know I'm out the hood all my homies bang bang You know how I do it, all my shit bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang And when I'm up in it you know it's goin' bang I make that pussy go bang She rode me like a train I go crazy deep and it insane Oh mama that bitch can't hang I beat it like a case She squirted in my face She laughed when she did it Until I swam in it Looked her in her eye gave her everything she needed I call that thing kunta because that pussy i defeated Lucky lucky git Baby let me warn ya' I worked that body like some shit straight off of Pornhub She lookin' crazy but I'm running California In diamond lane dick straight up on ya' Put that on your kids, you didn't run little mama she done Told her sit on my face, better you jump when it's done "Got them crazy, he shady" is what they say when he done Make that pussy gangbang on the hood she the one There's a reason why they put me last Problem riding shotgun, Bad Lucc on the gas Four pipes hangin' out the ass Compton for real you ain't got to ask That's the turf nigga roll the grass World star knockout king, nigga fuck her past Unless you bang what I'm banging I'm repping Cedars put you in Cedars, don't look at my chain I tell the waiter hurry up them guns are very us Got my shooters in this bitch nigga Steph Curry(ed) up Golden State Warriors is back putting hoes in your snapback clack like that You ain't never met a motherfucker rap like that Sold 12 million records still strapped like that And niggas say they want a problem in the back You ain't even know I had a problem in the back