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Bang
149
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bang was released on January 4, 2019 by Green Team Entertainment, LLC. as a part of the album Drakos & Dutches
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Release DateJanuary 4, 2019
LabelGreen Team Entertainment, LLC.
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM90

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
We G Wak
We G Wak
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
We G Wak
We G Wak
Songwriter

Lyrics

Look, first off, I go by Weezy Wak (Weezy Wak), ****
And I'm chunkin' cabbage, you know I throw 'em fat (Gerson Park)
Ride around that west side with the wrong guys at the wrong time
At the wrong stop, that's the wrong move, it'll get you whacked
Trap-A-Holics, what's happenin'?
It's the Brick Squad youngin', Slim Dunkin
Snap that motherfucker back
Squad (Wak)
Trap-A-Holics, real trap shit
Look, first off, I go by Weezy Wak (Weezy Wak), ****
And I'm chunkin' cabbage, you know I throw 'em fat (Gerson Park)
Ride around that west side with the wrong guys at the wrong time
At the wrong stop, that's the wrong move, it'll get you whacked (B-r-r-r-ap)
Real trap shit
****, we Gerson deep up in this motherfucker (Wak)
Lil' We G trippin', he stuck the heat up in this motherfucker (Yeah, bro)
Don't look too long, I'm like a beast up in this motherfucker
You **** lookin' like meat and I'm about to feast up in this motherfucker (Huh?)
****, ridin' 'round with that forty Glock
You **** ain't from the west side if you ain't heard of forty block
You **** be talkin' like bitches so now we just countin' thots
Need to chill with all that yappin'
'Fore I find out where you live at and get to clappin' (Bow)
Break your block down like a fraction
They like, "That lil' **** be trippin'"
Every time **** start talkin' shit, he go missin'
And pop up with his neck glistenin'
You know how us Wak boys get
When **** start flexin', get on my jack boy shit
Look, ****, I'm from west side, Gerson Park bangin'
Green rag hangin', throw the wrong signs and I'm flamin'
Hundred rounds up in that drum, I'm still aimin'
What you talkin', ****? Put his ass up in a coffin
'Cause I'm from west side, Gerson Park bangin'
Green rag hangin', throw the wrong signs and I'm flamin'
Hundred rounds up in that drum, I'm still aimin'
What you talkin', ****? Put his ass up in a coffin
'Cause **** I bang, your boy king and no jest
Catch me throwin' Ks up on the west
You bitch **** weren't raised up on the west
Fifty shots, put the coolin' kit on the TEC
You move, bro, you get stretched
'Cause **** I bang, your boy king and no jest
These **** killin' shit for no reason
It's summertime, so it's murkin' season
My dudes be squrtin' while you fools retreatin'
Keep eatin' and eatin' and eatin'
'Til you see them pussies leakin'
'Cause **** I bang, time to put Vegas on the map
'Cause **** think it's just pimpin' bitches and rap (No)
It ain't no need for stitches, it's a wrap (B-r-r-r-ap)
These lit **** killin' **** for a rep
But already got a hitman
Hit **** and leave 'em leanin' like a kickstand (Bow)
One call then you're flipped, man
Swear all these **** do is hate
But I'm gettin' cake and these **** fake
And I never leave without the thirty-eight (Blow)
Big outs to my **** Quake (What up?)
Gettin' money like an ATM
Jackin' and movin' I fuck with them ****
So shout out my **** from JTM
Thirty round sittin' in my lap
I'm feelin' like thirty round mackin' (Mackin')
All he know is that muscle shit
He don't fuck with **** that ain't active (Huh?)
But one thing's for certain
Only thing We G Wak know about is that Gerson
You disrespect and I'm murkin' **** (B-r-r-rap)
'Cause ****, I'm from west side, Gerson Park bangin'
Green rag hangin', throw the wrong signs and I'm flamin'
Hundred rounds up in that drum, I'm still aimin'
What you talkin', ****? Put his ass up in a coffin
'Cause I'm from west side, Gerson Park bangin'
Green rag hangin', throw the wrong signs and I'm flamin'
Hundred rounds up in that drum, I'm still aimin'
What you talkin', ****? Put his ass up in a coffin
'Cause **** I bang, your boy king and no jest
Catch me throwin' Ks up on the west
You bitch **** weren't raised up on the west
Fifty shots, put the coolin' kit on the TEC
You move, bro, you get stretched
'Cause **** I bang, your boy king and no jest
These **** killin' shit for no reason
It's summertime, so it's murkin' season
My dudes be squrtin' while you fools retreatin'
Keep eatin' and eatin' and eatin'
'Til you see them pussies leakin'
Wak
Yeah, mayne, you understand me?
Shout out to Trap-A-Holics mayne
You understand me?
You bitches
Written by: We G Wak
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