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Bang (feat. YG Hootie & Slim Dunkin)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Waka Flocka Flame
Waka Flocka Flame
Vocals
Slim Dunkin
Slim Dunkin
Vocals
YG Hootie
YG Hootie
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Songwriter
Lamar Joseph
Lamar Joseph
Songwriter
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Lexus Arnel Lewis
Songwriter
Mario Hamilton
Mario Hamilton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Finis "KY" White
Finis "KY" White
Mixing Engineer
Debra Antney
Debra Antney
Executive Producer
Lex Luger
Lex Luger
Producer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
J. Malphurs
J. Malphurs
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Pow x5 Lex Lex we in this bitch throwing gang sign, Bang Brick Bricksquad bricksquad [Hook] (X4) Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! We in this bitch throwin' gang signs, man! B-L-Double O-D, right-side flag Nigga know me, I'm green flag Bitch, that's Grove Street Squeeze on my trigger till my gun OD Ride on my enemies, nigga just in to me Hundred grand chain, you ain't? like me All the? Got a gun seat behind me like my name Jay-Z Can't no nigga blame me Life, I crazy I'll paint your whole town red (Soo Woo) Make your little brother scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo) Make your little sister scream Soo Woo (Soo Woo) Me and YG Hootie-Hoo (Boppin!) Frenchie, Juice, Man, Guc' (Ooh) Bet them boys gon' shoot (Bow! Bow! Bow!) Sling a cap in Kebo Gon' shoot for Freak 'em Free Throws Free my nigga T-bone (T-Bone!) I punch a nigga like I'm D-bow Waka Flocka Flame, pussy nigga what's bangin'? (Bow! Bow! Bow!) In the club throwin' up signs Right hangin Ride on my enemies, throw 'em off in the C Know a lot of niggas really dream about gettin' me Ride on with niggas with the West Side, though I ain't fuckin' with you if you actin' all 50 Keep me a mini choppa, flamed up Me and Flocka West Side My house, my turf like the? West side fuckin' with the Down South Red flags all at my shows Used to kill, now we all about dope Buy whips, put 'em all on fo's Still kill, but it's all about dope Get tricky, so play by the rules Flip that pack, still grind some mo' I love my hood and I love? I feed my hood with a spoon and fork Fuck with me, you won't eat. Let's go! Go against me, I'mma slit your throat Get a rap check, but weed, buy coke I make shit pop and? I'm the king around here That's how shit go, nigga Nigga, hold up, don't act like you know me Just cause you Blood don't make you my homie Fuck with you? Clique probably phony Real? shit, nigga, you can call me Tony Nigga, I'm a shooter. Gon' get your ass shot Y shoot for Guc', guns shoot for Flock Nigga I'mma bang roulette till? Wrong gang sign, nigga, palm that back Whole clique goons, don't know how to act ? Got the?, Ted got the mac Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back Hold on, DJ bring that back Pussy nigga swung when I turned my back Shit, yeah, I told that nigga hold that Knocked out his front seat, his ass come back Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin' But, nah, I ain't a Hoover Natural born shooter, I'm the club party pooper Yes, sir, I'm the Dunkin' But, nah, I ain't a Hoover
Writer(s): Lexus Lewis, Juaquin Malphurs, Mario Hamilton, Lamar Joseph Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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