Banger, banger See I got my chain from Eazy And bitch IĀ“m a gangster really WonĀ“t fight, Iā toteā the glizzy DJ onā the beat so itĀ“s a bomb
Seeā I got my chain from Eazy (Uh-uh) And bitch IĀ“m a gangster really (Uh-uh) WonĀ“t fight, I tote a glizzy (Uh-uh) And if you want smoke then come and get it (Boom-boom) On the block soon I get to the city (Oh yeah) Everyone be smilinĀ“, they miss me (Uh-uh) All the hoes that pass me whisper (Oh yeah) Girl that nigga Von can get it See IĀ“m so street and bitch IĀ“m dangerous If you ainĀ“t kill nobody, you canĀ“t hang with us AinĀ“t tryna kick it, boy I heard you snitch All my old hoes say I been changinĀ“ up We wonĀ“t lack, keep my banger tucked (Uh-uh) And now you old rappers need to hang it up (Uh-uh) And they donĀ“t tote fifties Ā“cause they ainĀ“t gettinĀ“ busy, boy
These niggas ainĀ“t the same as us (Boom)
Nah, nah I think about paintinĀ“ the city (Uh-uh) I might do a hit out the Bentley (Boom) All in her mouth but my kids on her titties All of my niggas they crazy and deli (Yeah) My lilĀ“ bitch act like Keisha from belly (Yeah) Mind on that murder, IĀ“m screaminĀ“ free Melly CanĀ“t do no free features, lilĀ“ niggas just sell me (Just sell me, uh, uh) IĀ“m thinking Ā“bout buyinĀ“ the Rover (Vroom-vroom) IĀ“m thinking Ā“bout runninĀ“ them over (Skrrr) Been doinĀ“ hit prolly blow out the motor (Boom-boom) I saw your bitch and I told her "Come closer" (Come here) I runninĀ“ up to the shit like IĀ“m Ā“posed to (Just like IĀ“m Ā“posed to)
He actinĀ“ tough, put that boy on a poster (Boy on a poster) She wanna fuck so I crack then I ghost
See I got my chain from Eazy (Uh-uh) And bitch IĀ“m a gangster really (Uh-uh) WonĀ“t fight, I tote a glizzy (Uh-uh) And if you want smoke then come and get it (Boom-boom) On the block soon I get to the city (Oh yeah) Everyone be smilinĀ“, they miss me (Uh-uh) All the hoes that pass me whisper (Oh yeah) Girl that nigga Von can get it See IĀ“m so street and bitch IĀ“m dangerous If you ainĀ“t kill nobody, you canĀ“t hang with us AinĀ“t tryna kick it, boy I heard you snitch All my old hoes say I been changinĀ“ up We wonĀ“t lack, keep my banger tucked (Uh-uh)
And now you old rappers need to hang it up (Uh-uh) And they donĀ“t tote fifties Ā“cause they ainĀ“t gettinĀ“ busy, boy These niggas ainĀ“t the same as us (Boom)