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Bang Bang
Yo Gotti
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This that club shit, straight thug shit
This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit
Check, Jays 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, D.O.A
North Memphis nigga, I do this everyday
You seen First 48?
Pussy nigga had a chopper, got killed by a nigga with a .38
Everyday every hood in my city throwing thangs
Young niggas crazy, they lost they motherfucking minds
White bandana, we play number games
Join the Yayo club, baking soda gang
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 lotta beef, but we'll kill 'em all
Body countin' up, blame it on my dogs
Lotta money, lotta boys, I'll make 'em all
Blue and white J's, white and red chain
You 'bout that gangsta shit? I'm 'bout the same thing
This that club shit, straight thug shit
This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit
Check, Jays 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
I murder lames, murder tracks, nigga, word up
1017 Brick Squad, put your 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 chopper 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 not So Icey Entertainment
Got all kinda choppers, handguns, name 'em
Glock 10's, carbons, MACs, we be banging
This that club shit, straight thug shit
This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit
Check, Jays 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
We live in this bitch, better recognize
'Fore we spark up some shit and leave the club televised
My cousin still thugging, that nigga paralyzed
Clubbing in his wheelchair, sitting 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, I see red flags
I see niggas that ain't repping with they scared ass
My projects banging, bandanas tied to rail
And you can get served, but I ain't talking digi scales
Fully automatic gun fire, yeah it feel like hell
I'm high as hell, 'fore you die, bitch, it might as well
This that club shit, straight thug shit
This that beat a nigga ass in the club shit
Check, Jays 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