Bang Bros ft. Warhol.SS Lyrics

We don't do no talking like them action figures

Working on my income, I want them multi-figures

Think this bitch might be dumb

Can't give time to her

It ain't no Fanta

Put that codeine in that Cactus Cooler

I'm moving careful cause my loyalty can't get abused

Them niggas think we double crossing

But we X them too

Yeah we gon X them out

It's crazy niggas get bigheaded over that baby clout

You ain't got no motion and it showed

Like how you treat them hoes

You put bitches over your niggas

Damn you fried, I can't go

Them niggas killed your partner

Than go slide, pick a pole

We execute them niggas mafia style

Cut his throat

Float like a mother fucking butterfly

Sting like a bee

I hit niggas left hook

He falling like Ali

I done seen a good nigga turn sour to the streets

Can't never move too cautious

Dot your I's and cross your Ts

14, Coming down King Drive

Early morning on my way to school

And I seen three died

Riding past, bodies bleeding out

I was traumatized

Then I learned fast niggas better not know you pack

Good exotic burn fast, beam me up the Scotty

I forever got that juice with me like

Boujee bitch she rocking poochie

Drinking Acqua Panna

I want that Roc A Fella money

Like I'm Shawn Carter

Vlone jeans, 2016

And that glizzy in these bitches

So don't talk to me

Wockesha calling it's addictive

Like them coco leaves

I find a hard time believing all these niggas Ps

Foreigns back to back, it's a car show

I don't spend no time on these thot hoes

I be getting sad when the bank close

Switching with my twin, we the Bang Bros

We gon kill the scene

Leave the case closed

Steph Curry's, pocket full of queso

I be down south, like it's Clayco

All I know is hustle hard like I'm Maino

Foreigns back to back, it's a car show

I don't spend no time on these thot hoes

I be getting sad when the bank close

Switching with my twin, we the Bang Bros

I be on that day and night

Like I'm Kid Cudi

I was never intimidated

He softer than some silly putty

Fuck his hoe and now I want a minaj

She said pick a buddy

Break the weed down

Get the leaf it's time to stuff it

Rocking Rick, but I ain't riding in no Maserati

He said it's smoke but now he high

Nigga quit it, finally

Me and Ceelo fuck them hard, huh

The Hardy Brothers

You put your feelings in them bitches

I could hardly love em

What he smoking, dead niggas

They know folknem get to throwing

And these fast pitching

I ain't worried bout no obstacle

This crash course

I don't do nothing with them niggas

They shit feel forced

And I'm stealing white tees

Cornerstore they love me

Ain't no-one above me

We solid like that concrete

Cuzzo keep his head on a swivel

He be on street

And niggas be beyond me

Hit CTRL, ALT, Delete

Foreigns back to back, it's a car show

I don't spend no time on these thot hoes

I be getting sad when the bank close

Switching with my twin, we the Bang Bros

We gon kill the scene

Leave the case closed

Steph Curry's, pocket full of queso

I be down south, like it's Clayco

All I know is hustle hard like I'm Maino

Foreigns back to back, it's a car show

I don't spend no time on these thot hoes

I be getting sad when the bank close

Switching with my twin, we the Bang Bros