Bang lyrics

[Intro]
Bang
Bang
Bang
Bang, bang

[Chorus]
That smoke's got me gone, you can hear it in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no f*ck, I be goin' to Hell (All or nothing)
Can't f*ck around with b*tches, n*ggas
'Cause they be acting like hoes
There's a lot of hoes out here, though
But I'm gon' let this hammer blow, like
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
I'm gon' let this hammer blow, like
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
I'm gon let this hammer blow, like—

[Verse 1]
Choppers gettin' let off
Now, they don't want no war
Thirty clips and them .45s, gotta go back to the store
And that Kush gettin' smoked, gotta go back to the store
Back to the store, my mans gon' blow
So they ass better get low or get hit
Oh, sh*t
That Bulldog made his ass split
I'm tryna get rich, f*ck a b*tch
Only thing she for is to give head
I'm talkin' this di*k
If she snitch, she can get the thirty clip (Bang, bang)
All we know is bang and then dip
And them bangers hollow tips
I swear to God, that sh*t dead
Let's show these n*ggas how we do it
We got big hawks and Eagles that's gon' knock you out your shoes
You better be a smart n*gga
On that R.I.P. Dart, n*gga
Two bangers, going hard, n*gga
Soft n*gga, go hard, n*gga
[Chorus]
That smoke's got me gone, you can hear it in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no f*ck, I be goin' to Hell
Can't f*ck around with b*tches, n*ggas
'Cause they be acting like hoes
There's a lot of hoes out here, though
But I'm gon' let this hammer blow, like
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
I'm gon' let this hammer blow, like
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
I'm gon let this hammer blow, like—

[Verse 2]
Glock 9, TEC-9, thirty clip, .45
When we hit him, he ain't comin' back
Smokin' loud, this Buddy loud, so I ain't comin' back
And I'm Chief Keef, b*tch
Off a pill, I feel like E.T., b*tch
When I hit, you spin like a CD, b*tch
Can't get caught by CPD, b*tch
My n*gga Dooski, he got my back
Just bring a nine, we ain't got a MAC
You better listen, we got the MAC
And on your back, we make the 'Nolia clap
We got fifty-shot TECs, so don't get wet
We gon' make some bullets rain on your block
Your b*tch suckin' all on my c*ck
On the block, we the chop shop
Smokin' stank, all we know is bang
f*ck runnin' train, we gon' roll a train
Big propane like Novacaine
Chief Keef, b*tch, I'm so insane
It's Glory Boyz, Lamron
Wiiic City and Blackgate
Young Money and 46
Flip a n*gga like patty cake (Bang, bang)
[Chorus]
That smoke's got me gone, you can hear it in the air
We on top like some stairs
I don't give no f*ck, I be goin' to Hell
Can't f*ck around with b*tches, n*ggas
'Cause they be acting like hoes
There's a lot of hoes out here, though
But I'm gon' let this hammer blow, like
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
I'm gon' let this hammer blow, like
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
Bang (Bang), bang (Bang-bang)
I'm gon let this hammer blow, like—

[Outro]
All or nothing
We gon' let this hammer blow
We be lettin' hammers blow
Them triggers, gon' let these hammers go
Talk sh*t, let the hammer blow
n*ggas sweet, we gon' let the hammer blow
Sneak diss, we gon' let this hammer blow
Ha, we got a lot of hammers that's gon' blow, uh