[Hook]
I put the beat in banger, used to gettin money
^!$$% you know I'm no stranger to the hustle

trapped up like a raider from the tomb, bossing my platoon
I do %#@! that you boy can't do
I'm known in the streets as a ^!$$% that can get it

Don't move an inch or the beat's on your fitty, trust me you can get it
yeah ^!$$% you can get it
throw the hammer back and watch the mother$#&@er bang, bang, bang


If I'm not the best ^!$$% then I got next
cause I talk that %#@! like a ^!$$% with hot breath

you ^!$$%s not threats them thangs are banging
things can change if you never got shot, yeah
I'm quick the bus like a man that never got sex

but you don't get the message like a blind mand that got text
I used to love to box until I shot tex
now I never broad, like a broad that ain't got breasts

I'm not pressed, I don't wanna talk
man, my mother$#&@ing gun sparking
make a ^!$$% sommersault,

I shoot the damn thing and make a ^!$$% hand spring
or I spark still and make a ^!$$% cartwheel
matter fact, rap the ghat, turn into an acrobat

had the cat flipping round before I put the pistol down
you lame mouth you better keep my name out
I ain't in the gang, I don't bang, I just bang out


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I'm back out riding, gun in your hand but let the center like
shotgun with the shotgun seat reclining
I pop up on ^!$$%s, let it off

close shop up on ^!$$%s, infection, stay in the cut on ^!$$%s
i'm in a whole nother section
I can look in the mirror, my reflection, move like inception

extraordinary gentleman what more could I say?
got the picture in the cut, like Dorian Gray
I'm a shooter like Allan Quarter main

I give you morning pain, first page in the hard ^!$$%, hall of fame
durain derock on the beat, as p be the ghost
I make it pop on the streets

traveling in the spot for a week
one eye open put the glock on the sleep


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I let the thang blam, they call me the rain man

I'm out of bullets get them hung ^!$$% hang man
you get me hang it up, these problems I flame it up
bang it up, snapback, long tea bangertock

yeah, my block pitching, yeah I got pigeons
i'm in the cook and i $#&@ with (*##$es that got kitchens
if i can't find jordan then I ride pipping

i leave bloody and skin red like rob griffin
home real spit, the shotty blast you gonn see the body bags
men in black no will smith

real %#@!, used to grind and we still grind
beefing with the grill time, full metal steel time
^!$$%s getting stole on tryina steal mine

@@#! back peel mine, tape em up real time
Chubby, the mask on them berettas bang, sound clear homes?
round here, we gonn let it bang bang


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