Fetti Cash - Bang lyrics

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Bang

(chorus 2x):

Bang, your head against the wall

Yall don't wanna go there I'ma go there

Yall don't wanna flow here U.S rep here

BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG...BANG

(Verse): Red Eye

What you know about run up in a cell-cell with the shank

Make'em yell-yell hope he don't

Stressing mail perfect time on the phone-phone

A minute in the mind cut him in the dome-dome

Going toe to toe tower quick to blow-blow

One to drop the weapon last is the first to go-go

Cell block life really gets trife-trife for the lunies watching you

Sh*t with the knife-knife

Plastic gloves to checking your doodoo smack you hard like a b*tch

Make you boo who, su woo

Hear the call-call be ready to brawl-brawl

Or end up on a plate cause you stall-stall

Pack risk-risk take a flight risk get rid of the weapon

And become a good actress, observation rule judge wanna get-get

Sh*t it out to put it in the mouth taste my own sh*t

(chorus 2x)

(Verse 2): Gold Fish

Ashy to classy homie please pass me the hammer

Locking the block down like a slammer, spit that hood grammar

Stay scheming like I'm montana letting off clips the size of bananas

I'm feeding the gorillas rolling with those caps peelers

Leave a n*gga burnt like a blunt of scriller

A known dealer push the hard to the back yard yall faggot n*ggas are

Too soft to go hard talking bout that bullsh*t you get knocked off quick

Yall like slutty chicks stay riding n*ggas dicks

The back talk a get a n*gga mashed up, light hook to your chin

Leave your face bashed up

Enough is enough thats why I keep that hammer tuck

Vest protecting the chest thats how I give it up

Streets taught bout the rules to the game load the cock and aim

When its time to bang

(chorus 2x)

(Verse 3): Fetti Cash

I'm bout to move mountains the way I flip this flow I got the soul

Whose the master sho-nuff I got the glow, that 40 and a cross bow

Don't make me mash your potato, chrome on my shoulder

For you haters and you foes don't know, cop callers and jock knockers

I'ma top popper head knocker boon docker, boom shakalaka

The bandit will rock and shock ya, rocka bye baby don't make me

Run down on you clowns with the pound then shake you down

I don't air sh*t out cause I'm not a air shooter, I'm about hitting and hospitalizing

So when I shoot you're most likely gonna get hit, or you're dying no lying

This is homicide webside so don't get stabbed or shot or pushed off the roof

Or cracked with the bat, don't get tossed in back of that black truck

Cause there's no coming back from that <br />

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Thanks to d