Cassidy - Bang Bang feat. Styles P, Masspike Miles & Chubby Jag lyrics

rate me

[Hook]

I put the beat in banger, used to gettin money

nigga you know I'm no stranger to the hustle

trapped up like a raider from the tomb, bossing my platoon

I do shit that you boy can't do

I'm known in the streets as a nigga that can get it

Don't move an inch or the beat's on your fitty, trust me you can get it

yeah nigga you can get it

throw the hammer back and watch the motherfucker bang, bang, bang

If I'm not the best nigga then I got next

cause I talk that shit like a nigga with hot breath

you niggas 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 motherfucking gun sparking

make a nigga sommersault,

I shoot the damn thing and make a nigga hand spring

or I spark still and make a nigga 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 niggas, let it off

close shop up on niggas, infection, stay in the cut on niggas

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 nigga, 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

[Hook]

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

I'm out of bullets get them hung nigga 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 fuck with bitches 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 shit, used to grind and we still grind

beefing with the grill time, full metal steel time

niggas getting stole on tryina steal mine

cock 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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