B4NG! ft. YGKN44 Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Ay, ay

Yeah, yeah yeah

Ay murder gang, choppa gang, you know that I run no stains

Fuckin' on your bitch she sucking dick I let that pistol bang

Leanin' back, countin' gaup just bought me a brand new glock

Sucka please don't test me come find out and yo ass will get shot

Hundred racks, thousand racks, big booty bitch her ass get clapped

Counting grams, chopping grams, you know that I be the man

Fuck around you will get killed, I don't need no fuckin' pill

All I spit is true and real, gun to the mouth that'll be ya last meal

Double pots up in my kitchen whippin' up that finger lickin'

Mind all clear not over thinking dead bodies they really stinkin'

Play with me you will get merked, please step off my fuckin' turf

Me n Sleeplus countin' money no this shit is never funny

Bought me a brand new switch I be shootin'

Popped her a 30 this shit got her droolin'

Buying more product, you know we recouping

Stay with the big brains, you know I'm not fooling

Skirt in the coupe, and we counting that gualla

Popping with homies we come with the choppas

Praying to Jesus I feel like Gabbana

Popping with homies we come with the choppas

Praying to Jesus I feel like Gabbana

Swarming the planet with big helicopters

Yeah big helicopters

Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh

All my diamonds bling

All my diamonds dance

Lil shawty bad

Flew her out to france

Two door coupe gleam

Took a flight to 'Dam

Two hoes twerkin' on me

When my flight land

Pour me up some henny, then I get with Jenny

Freak hoe bending over tryna get some pennies

Took her to the back room then she get freaky

Landed on the moon, damn I'm just tweakin'