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Bang Bang
Gucci Mane
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This that club shit, straight thug shit
This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit
Check J's laced up, check game faced up
Check bang bang nigga, nigga throw ya sets up
Come on bang bang, bang bang, throw ya sets up
Come on bang bang, bang bang, throw ya sets up
Come on throw ya sets up, come on throw ya sets up
Bang bang, bang bang, throw ya sets up
Bang bang, click clack, bow DOA
North Memphis nigga, I do this everyday
You seen first 48 pussy nigga had a chop
Got killed by a nigga with a 38
Everyday every hood in my city throwing flames
Young niggas crazy they lost they motherfucking minds
White bandana, we play number games
Join the yayo club, baking soda game
I ain't throwing money, I make bullets rain
Carbon 15 that's a hurricane
Say we young and dumb, we ain't got it all
Got a lot of beef, but we'll kill 'em all
Bodies piling up, blame it on my dogs
Lot of money, lot of buns, I'll make 'em all
Blue and white J's, white and red chain
You 'bout that gangsta shit, I'm 'bout the same thang
I murder lames, murder tracks, nigga word up
1017, Brick Squad, put ya birds up
A nigga swing on Gucci Mane, that's unheard of
I got my black tee on with my black gloves
And when my choppa sound off it's like blocka blocka
You just like food, a lil snacky snack for Waka Flocka
I wear shades at night 'cause I'm so cool
Royal Rumble in my hood, it ain't no rules
The lil pussy ass nigga false claiming
These pussies know they're not So Icey Entertainment
Got all kind of choppas, handguns name 'em
Glocks, tecs, carbons, macs we be banging
We live in this bitch, better recognize
'Fore we spark up some shit and leave the club televised
My cousin still thuggin', that nigga paralyzed
Clubbin' in his wheelchair, sittin' on his 45
If a nigga trip, he gon' wish that he wouldn't
Security tried to stop the bullshit but he couldn't
I see blue flags (what else?), I see red flags (what else?)
I see niggas that ain't reppin' with they scared ass
My projects bangin', bandanas tied to rails
And you can get served but I ain't talkin' digi-scales
Fully automatic gun fire, yeah it feel like hell
I'm high as hell, 'fore you die bitch you might as well