Zaytoven
Bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang bang
I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping
She like, Buy me something, no, I aint your nigga
It tastes so good, this here what Im sipping
What I am is what I am, naw, I aint flipping
Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes
Maid do my laundry, come in here, youll be missing
I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it
She like, You know my name? Naw bitch, what was it?
No tears in the bucket but its fuck it
Think Im from the Rucker how Im causing ruckus
Three point shit, bitch, Im shooting buckets
My car caught her at the light and he told her suck it
Bitches see me, they be tweaking, say they love me
Why was it? Cause my pants so puffy
Four thousand for this Gucci and its fluffy
I come through clownin like Im Krusty
Bang, call me Sosa Balboa
I got a bad temper like Florida
She think cause she got a peach like Georgia
She want me to wife her, but I gotta get my lawyer
I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping
She like, Buy me something, no, I aint your nigga
It tastes so good, this here what Im sipping
What I am is what I am, naw, I aint flipping
Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes
Maid do my laundry, come in here, youll be missing
I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it
She like, You know my name? Naw bitch, what was it?
Im Glod up, put the cameras on me
Dont try, I got the hammer on me
Ima scoop your bitch in a minute
She dont think Im in the Lambo
But Ill see her in a minute
Gotta get me a dental
Pull on her, make her crippled
It can all be so simple
I want you to go down
You can do the cha-cha, limbo
My car be slicing, Kimbo
Margielas, fuck your Timbos
I come through Im capping
Remember when I was little
Wind up shittin on your Rollie, I dont want bologna
I want me some steak, I want me some money
I want me some fifties, I got me some hundreds
Just to keep it one hundred, this clip hold a hundred
Whats up under my hood, you dont wanna see it, nigga
I take money, you dont wanna be it
Man, I come from the hood, now Im rich preaching
It aint bout the money, then I cant see it
I come through, lights and cameras, watch got me tripping
She like, Buy me something, no, I aint your nigga
It tastes so good, this here what Im sipping
What I am is what I am, naw, I aint flipping
Got shooters in the trenches, bad bitch do the dishes
Maid do my laundry, come in here, youll be missing
I got all these hundreds, that is how I does it
She like, You know my name? Naw bitch, what was it?
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Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang