Bang lyrics

[Verse]

Most of these rappers is Swiss cheese
By-weekly income is six G's
By-weekly girlfriend she goes both ways
Drinking and smoking it ain't no-thing
If you get caught you're just doing it wrong
f*cking good, might put you in a song
Blain [?] got the woods, Imma grab the bong
Most days she in no pants, just a thong
Dog, this year is mine
This here is a dime
I used to have to stand in line
But I'm trying to be the best f*cking rapper alive
I been on my grind like in Tony Hawk 2
I'm just trying to shine like a Pontiac too
Reason, my Logic and Pro Tools
Started out in Garage Band with no stu'
Y'all try to flow with me
Try to do shows with me
But I eat you like ChexMix
Your girl try to go with me
Try to blow with me
She go on my sex list
And I still got haters
Every single day trying to get this paper
b*tches send texts while they sitting in class
Got girls like a joint, just hit it and pass
And it's dope to boast
Leave rappers like Einstein, homie it's toast
Ball so hard like "f*ck the coach"
Rolling OZ's while you puff the roach
Can't get enough of this rap sh*t
Everything I spit is a goddamn classic
Everywhere I go, all these f*cking shows
All these f*cking hoes
Doing gymnastics
Holy sh*t it's crazy
The flexibility like I live in the '80s
Trying to make a million like f*ck you faking
Imma keep going ham until I turn to bacon
Jesus Christ I gotta keep killing verses
pus*y sweet I eat it up like Hershey's
Son'd you all like I put you in a nursery
Stories from the green-line where they birthed me
She love it when the base knocks
Y'all going out to the same spots
Got a big ass crib that I never attend
And for the last few months my car's been in the same spot

f*ck

I couldn't fit that line in
But Imma never stop rapping until I'm dyin'
I got the drive and the heart of a lion
And if I ain't in Boston then I'm flyin'
But I turn up for that bean it's my inspiration
I be getting high like installations
Bars off the top this is just the basics
Just wait for the album when I rip the bases

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