Bang Em Lyrics

Ayoo, who that

Who that

Who that

Who That

I see that money, I'm gon' get it

I see that money, I'm gon' get it

Look, I don't wanna talk

Nobody speak

Took half a pill, still geek

Ayy, whole team still eat

Nobody playin' defense

They made it easy to off him

Don't want the semi, just toss it

You better hide the coffin

They sick of me, try to get rid of me

Yeah, look what they do for the industry

I got some brand new artillery, yeah

Watch me paint

Bah Bah

Now everybody hear me, bitch, I don't care what you think

Used to go five five like Iike a pair of hands

Now nobody feelin' me, we gon' pull up and act out

Change the scenery, free will, can't miss, Uh

Got a curse and a gift, uh

You know I Walk with a limp cause this big 40 on my hip

You better use it, made the wrong move and abused it

Gotta win, can't lose it But I just might up it and lose it

Twelve ask wasn't in the field I was in the stu, making music

Got myself out of predicaments Nah, I don't believe in coincidence

I'm only here if it makes sense Run up the bag then take trips

Had a dream but couldn't remember it It was probably about the Blue Benjamins

No, you can't be mature and still innocent Got no discipline, how you a militant

You the type of kid that's always in to shit Get money and mind your business

Say you did this and did that in the streets But you don't be drilling shit

Niggas saying they did this and that for me But I don't remember it

Learned from the best, got it done by myself

Just me and my brothers don't need no help

And you gon' need a stepladder Why

Cause I got top shelf You see the black and white on the belt

Applying that pressure, now they overwhelmed No 7-11, I'm giving them hell

I learned the rules and still rebel Bring the heat, then watch them melt

Oh you the king? Oh, I can't tell Don't want me to back out Shhh

You better listen, know how to play your position What is the reason for all the the snitchin

I got the Dior and I got the Christian, New Louie V, ain't get it for Christmas

I'm really gifted, using my senses Pourin a four, Toatin a Smithin

My trigger fingers start itching Once I see a nigga start glitchin

It's a cold world, baby I'm a New York, baby

I'm in a cut with my lady Better not talk about Haydee

Pass me the pole, I got a 380 I never let them play me

Are you dumb? Must be crazy

Aint afraid of no risk, take it Mask on, Jason

Oh, you wanna die today? Well, we can make that arrangement

It ain't that hard to erase him I'm in a cup with the gangsters

I tell my lil' bro, bang em , bang em, bang em

Afraid of no risk, take it

Mask on, Jason Oh, you wanna die today

Well, we can make that arrangement It ain't that hard to erase him

I'm in a cut with the gangsters I tell my lil' bro, bang em, bang em , yeah