Bang

Pop that champagne and make it bang,

While we gang his shit, grab that glock,

and make it bang, that shit made it rain,

Covered in stains, make it bang, ya little bitch,

grab that glock, and make it bang, ya little bitch.

Undercover like you never saw me,

little bitch, turned to a nobody, bullet spree,

Like a COD lobby, make it bang,

And quit stallin', we all know that your fallin'

Launchin' missiles, its all my callin',

Fire the pistol, and call me,

Left for dead, shoot up the zombies,

End up dead, next to the bodies,

Hellstruck, like you want these,

Diss me, thats the last callin',

See ya crawlin' meet you at the coffin

Anybody fight me, we gon' drop him,

Bang the glock, we gon' flock 'em,

Actin' like theres no way to stop ya,

Very soon we boutta knock you,

Ill just assume you can't assault me,

Ain't done shit, be gone with my problems,

Can't hold my shit you might need columns,

Within hit me with another shocker.

I be spittin' the lyrics,

My lyrics be defying physics,

Destroyin' all of these critics,

I be conquering kingdoms, Rhymin' every word you can think of,

This is a glimpse of my results, Can't match these accomplishments,

I don't have to prove myself to these infants,

Insult me and become my victim, I'm the peak of lyricism,

Most fearsome, Feared cause I killed some,

You at the bottom, Rotten and forgotten.

Nobody be close to me, No body ran away free,

I'm the enemy I decide to be, I'm a legacy guarantee,

This be yo destiny, Show no empathy,

So much jealousy, Need a therapy mentally.

Shoot everyone with a shotgun,

Smokin' ain't done, Send someone to heaven ( Or hell),

The experience is not fun.

Grab that glock make it bang,

I ain't speaking slang, load up the clip,

Your bitch want to bang, hop in the whip,

My skill be at the tip, come at me you gon' get ganged,

Hope you have fun being hanged, grab that glock

Its how I unlocked, one bitch get locked,

I got a choppa' if u want to get chopped,

Smohkin' on haze, boutta get you knocked,

JSA and Within' takin the spot, JSA hit me and sent me a spot,

I open rappad then i jot, cannot deal with what you brought,

Hustlin' for the thot, make the gun bang a lot, make it rain,

On the spot i may have been the one forgot,

Slam you in the door, with my pen,

Aimin' like a marksmen, make the glock bang.

Pop that champagne and make it bang,

While we gang his shit, grab that glock,

and make it bang, that shit made it rain,

Covered in stains, make it bang, ya little bitch,

grab that glock, and make it bang, ya little bitch.