B4NG! (feat. YGKN44)

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Ay, ay
Yeah, yeah yeah
Ay murder gang, choppa gang, you know that I run no stains
Fuckin' on your bitch she sucking dick I let that pistol bang
Leanin' back, countin' gaup just bought me a brand new glock
Sucka please don't test me come find out and yo ass will get shot
Hundred racks, thousand racks, big booty bitch her ass get clapped
Counting grams, chopping grams, you know that I be the man
Fuck around you will get killed, I don't need no fuckin' pill
All I spit is true and real, gun to the mouth that'll be ya last meal
Double pots up in my kitchen whippin' up that finger lickin'
Mind all clear not over thinking dead bodies they really stinkin'
Play with me you will get merked, please step off my fuckin' turf
Me n Sleeplus countin' money no this shit is never funny
Bought me a brand new switch I be shootin'
Popped her a 30 this shit got her droolin'
Buying more product, you know we recouping
Stay with the big brains, you know I'm not fooling
Skirt in the coupe, and we counting that gualla
Popping with homies we come with the choppas
Praying to Jesus I feel like Gabbana
Popping with homies we come with the choppas
Praying to Jesus I feel like Gabbana
Swarming the planet with big helicopters
Yeah big helicopters
Yeah yeah yeah yeah uh
All my diamonds bling
All my diamonds dance
Lil shawty bad
Flew her out to france
Two door coupe gleam
Took a flight to 'Dam
Two hoes twerkin' on me
When my flight land
Pour me up some henny, then I get with Jenny
Freak hoe bending over tryna get some pennies
Took her to the back room then she get freaky
Landed on the moon, damn I'm just tweakin'