BANG BANG ft. Jet Ri Lyrics

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Who really rappin', cause I'm lookin' for some competition

You're suicidal if you tryna be my opposition

If it ain't Jumá, tell me who you know that's really spittin

You only independent cause you never got a deal

I'm doin' world tours, Barcelona and Brazil

I'm the big boss, all them niggas itty-bitty

That's why it's fuck you niggas, no Diddy

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

They sayin' Jumá fell off, I guess I'm kinda perplexed

My worst record sellin' more than what's considered your best

I let em bet against me and now them niggas in debt

None of you niggas is eatin', y'all has me thinking it's lent

Fuck breakin' bread with a label, I get a hundred percent

How could you say that I'm wack? Look at the shit that I did

I'm knockin' niggas off the top like the Baltimore Bridge

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Might drop this shit for the summer, ho, I been lit since The Come-up

I'm poppin' bottles with baddies, we in the club till the sun up

These niggas act like they bout it; go tell em, run up, get done up

I mean, my gun poppin' like that coca back in '88

No, I don't mind to send you niggas to the pearly gates

I'm the rap god, I don't give fucks

And I'm killin' niggas, Ku Klux

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

They said, who killin' the game? I told them Jumá and Jet

Everybody say I'm goals, I ain't talkin' a net

But if they talkin' about who richer, tell them Google my net

Yeah, when they talkin' about who richer, I just show them my neck

This a custom-made chain with the stone baguettes

Like, how you hatin' on Jumá? Cause he gettin' a bag

Matter of fact, tell them niggas they can kiss my ass

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Niggas lame, so I switch lanes, brand new chain, it's plain

John Witherspoon, I reload the clip and I bang, bang

Why they think they on my level? Clearly, we are not the same

I'm the bull, he a bitch, we not built for the same game

Same flame, lit the way for myself, won't ever change

Still the one, they can't tame me, can you blame me

I let my nuts hang, fuck respect, grab Aretha and let her sing

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

I said, shots fired, first-person shooter, I hit from birds-eye

I locked in a bag, I done hopped in, what they sayin' now

Ninety-nine problems, but this rap shit ain't one

Still ain't got no kids, but bar for bar, make niggas my son

Like, what's the word? My flow is absurd, kick to the curb

Mr. Can't be fucked with it all, I'm one of the ones

There's no way I could be canceled, I'm on every channel

Yes, you can't channel this nigga, I really

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

Bang, my shit bang, ba-bang-bang

I'm Mr. Built to last, and count the cash and take the throne

Built to lead, I'm all-star team, so bring it on

Win after win, can't fuck with me and it's startin' to show

Five, four, three, two, one, that's how I start the show

Rio, me, oh my, yeah boy, you startin' to float

Wise up by my pen, and you can die if my shit come up short

Straight out of VA, what you think I throw a double deuces for nigga.