Obie Trice - Bang lyrics

rate me

Oho, second album I’m stable

No worries about the paper

I ain’t getting raked, though

All about this payroll, being me is the label

Hopping out a fly shit, we ain’t carrying what they do

Here I’m full of bitches, here I’m both glistens

She wanna orally inherit little niggas

I’m in a lair in the air with your missus

It’s the trice game, you know we about to bang

[Hook]

Og up in this motherfucker, hah

Obie up in the motherfucker, hah

We got that heat up in this motherfucker

Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang

Got the flame young boy then fired up

Got them thangs young boy, we about up

Long as the feds ain’t got you niggas wide up

Cooperation with them people got you tied up

Literally tied up, rocket in the cup

We in the club nigga, turning shit up

I spend a few dollars, long as lil mama swallows

After that, y’all know what follows, bang

My niggas giddy up and against the law

D boys, who give a shit, we got legitimate decoys

We in this bitch like a fetal position

Don’t like the ...coition,

When you’re piecing the missing

Know that she in submission

On her knees in the kitchen

Forgive me for sinning lord, her man she be kissing

Put the key in ignition, she believing my engine

When she speak about leaving,

I might just turn up the system, bang!

[Hook]

Og up in this motherfucker, hah

Obie up in the motherfucker, hah

We got that heat up in this motherfucker

Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang

We ain’t worried about money, we getting ours up

Trice party of 40, we tear them bars up

With local broads, after hours involves us

Y’all can have em tomorrow dog, we all left

The next city, she wanna connect with me

Correction, she wanna put stress on her neck simply

Hit me on the text, meet right up at your exit

That shook girls get naked

You stretch thangs when dog putting this thing on it

Fiends keep coming back, putting cream on it

It taste good, cause taste buds, kling on it

The American dream, get money!

see us coming, faces turn ugly

I don’t let it bug me, you still my little butted

Still, niggas turn ill

Still reveal, you are here in feel! Bang!

[Hook]

Og up in this motherfucker, hah

Obie up in the motherfucker, hah

We got that heat up in this motherfucker

Get about your lane, just know it’s about to bang.