Bang Wit Me lyrics

[Verse 1: Bigg Rocc]
Point blank range in your face
You're curvin' slow, that's the pose you wanna pass
n*gga that's your ass, in this fast life to live
sh*t happens quick
Plus, a n*gga like you, was on the John Doe list
Of n*ggas to get hit, never liked you anyway
So I chose to do the sh*t, and make my get away
The job is done, I hit my n*gga Ren phone up like "Come on my n*gga"
That's the word n*gga's called
f*ck him, make his burial plans
Let us get back on track and stick to our plans
(Sho) don't slap, and (B) for start
Go for that n*gga heart, that's the weakest of the sparts
n*ggas don't recognize and show respect
Like N.W.A, you n*ggas get chin checked
Ugh, lived your life of the lose script
Wanna be Korny Soprano with no f*ckin' ammo

[Chorus: Bigg Rocc X2]
When I step in the room it's crackin' peanuts
n*ggas bang with me, n*gga throw your hood up
b*tch bang with me, cause she don't give a f*ck
Gettin' money til our mothaf*ckin' time is up

[Verse 2: Bigg Rocc]
I'm in the ghetto, makin' a livin'
Mamma never said you'll get rich off chickens
But the game is f*cked, there's no more riches
So I shook into the Chronic, smoke by the b*tches
Some, n*gga serves nothin' but ounces
Keep me tight, and my 64 bouncin'
Keep me high like white boys climbin' mountains
But stay on alert, and watch my surroundings
Cause n*gga is, all about that greed
It's like a disease in every family tree
f*ckin' with mine, you b*tch n*ggas gon' bleed
I'm like the stop sign (*tyre Screeching*) n*ggas better learn to read
I only spit, that gangbang sh*t
That ghetto sh*t, so handcuff your b*tch
I don't want that trick, keep her choose her shoes
Dirty ends, scuffed up on pus*y on news