Bang

I let it bang, let you hang, catch a motherfucking fuckin cap I let it rain, on these bitches that be grindin on my lap I'm 17 with an attitude, put me on the map I swear to god i'll tear it up like i'm London on the track I let it bang, let you hang, catch a motherfucking fuckin cap I let it rain, on these bitches that be grindin on my lap I'm 17 with an attitude, put me on the map I swear to god i'll tear it up like i'm london on the track Try to stop me, get stepped on You motherfuckers are slept on You feelin bad? Need a pep talk Outline yo dead body w chalk I hate the way that you walk I hate the way that you breathe I might jus kick in your teeth The way you lookin at me It got me feelin malicious, you know that i'm bout my buisness You know my niggas is vicious, we know you actin suspicious An you gon meet the clip, you gon need to dip, crash yo mother fuckin whip on the way out of your crib What got you shook? What got you worried We see that you in a hurry What you runnin for What you been gunnin for You aint got no-one to feed, you aint got no fuckin needs Got yo girl upon my D, she live to please a fuckin king Take a step in my brain, you couldn't handle my pain I'll show you that i'm insane. Now holup let me explain I'm talkin killin my ex's, im memorizin addresses I'm stackin up on defenses. I'm boutta catch me a sentance I'm fuckin honing my senses. Take fuckin lines off my dresser They say that i'm an aggressor, and what you do to impress her I do asleep. Try to copy me cause you a sheep Wishin you could ride upon my wave Like you on my level Bitch i'm workin for the devil These thoughts are plaguing my mind I'm shakin and fuckin cryin I'm fuckin breaking inside I wish i could fuckin die You wouldn't last up inside Don't act like its a suprise You overwhelmed by your pride I'll stab you in the neck but still cry every night I got these scars upon my legs from fuckin playin wit knifes A constant state of dissaray i'm stayin up every night I'm countin down until the days i take my own fuckin life I'm sayin stay out my lane, you better take my advice Cause i'm just sayin it once, and i aint sayin it twice I'll sell your soul to anybody who can lay down a price I'm layin in my bed slurpin on these noodles an rice Cause i relapsed again, hit japan countin yen Stack my bread, crash a benz Never cared what they said Bitch i'm 17. and i'm hella mean Stack n' countin green. Catch me on the screen (bitch... i think thats good)