BANGIN Lyrics

What you bangin'? What you bangin', lil' nigga?

What you bangin'? What you bangin', lil' nigga?

What you bangin'? Huh

FTF and 33 up in this bitch, uh

You ain't bangin', you ain't gang, bitch, you ain't clicked, uh

We got clips, uh. Got a switch, uh

It go. It go

Ridin' round with a 40 and a stick, uh

Like 350 what I'm chargin' for this zip, uh

Got your bitch, uh, doin' splits, uh

She gon' fuck around, make a movie on the dick, uh

We don't fuck around, I can show you how to drill some

Shootin' at the ground, how you run up but don't kill none

Fuckin' with a clown, bitch, come fuck up on a real stunner

I be with them hounds, all my dogs be tryin' peel some

He say he gon' steal some. We gon' show him what that's about

I ain't braggin' bout no bodies, but we takin' niggas out

Ocho Cinco on his head, you got a drop and we en route

Throw a dime at your head, watch Brodie take it to the house, ay

Mobbin' through the city, ain't no problem we ain't finished

One up top inside the semi, you want Za, then, come get with me

Say I got her pussy throbbing, I'm on timing when I'm in it

Bitch, I'm tryin' to get a dollar, I ain't stoppin' till I'm finished

FTF and 33 up in this bitch, uh

You ain't bangin', you ain't gang, bitch, you ain't clicked, uh

We got clips, uh. Got a switch, uh

It go. It go

Ridin' round with a 40 and a stick, uh

Like 350 what I'm chargin' for this zip, uh

Got your bitch, uh, doin' splits, uh

She gon' fuck around, make a movie on the dick, uh

Ridin' round with a model-bitch

See me step out in designer-shit

What you need, I got all kinds of shit

Oh, it's beef, I got all kinds of clips

Makin' plays like I'm Popovich

And I keep a 40, no E in my name

Shoot this shit up like I'm Dame

I'm pitching these bullets and strikin' them out like the braves

I got a broad, and she came from the A'

Bro need a bag, tell him, give me a day

I can turn ten into double the cents like I'm Ben, I told Brodie, we gone be okay

Oh, you got ten, I got double the men, make you go for a swim like you work for the Navy

Don't try to play me, I'll have you backed in that corner, I'm swinging like Floyd money May

I'm tryna run up some bands and shit

Tryna fuck you and your friends or twins, yeah, I'm tryna show you this savage dick

I got a plan to get me a grammy, make all them fan niggas mad as shit

Feel like I'm baby, four pockets full, now she say my legs look fat as shit

FTF and 33 up in this bitch, uh

You ain't bangin', you ain't gang, bitch, you ain't clicked, uh

We got clips, uh. Got a switch, uh

It go. It go

Ridin' round with a 40 and a stick, uh

Like 350 what I'm chargin' for this zip, uh

Got your bitch, uh, doin' splits, uh

She gon' fuck around, make a movie on the

Make a movie on the dick, uh

Uh

What you bangin'

What you bangin', lil' nigga

What you bangin'

What you bangin', lil' nigga

What you bangin'