Bangin n Hangin Songtext
von Lil Keed
Bangin n Hangin Songtext
Hey
Yeah
(Yeah, I′m bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood)
Goddamn, I still ain′t even tired, man
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Mask up, I won't ask half ya
I'm geeked up off this tab, yeah, I′ma ride past ya
Cracked the face and threw the Audemars in the trash, yeah
Yeah, fuck the cops, fuck the fucking gang ties, yeah
Just know we banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, banging
Banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, you know we banging
Are you cuz? (What′s popping?)
What's your GD, OGF?
These niggas be real jakes, yeah, they dogs
I said too good, trust ain′t trust, you know it's love
We hit you spinning out, we had a big night
This ain′t raindrops, these somе gun shots
Popped his whole top
Yeah, that at be the limit in that Glad pot
Say you tryna cornеr me in like UPS box (never)
On my partner, they get bloody (bloody)
And I go 730 'bout millions (730)
Shoot the target like a gun range
Nobody telling, yeah, just watch the birdies sing
Mask up, I won′t ask half ya
I'm geeked up off this tab, yeah, I'ma ride past ya
Cracked the face and threw the Audemars in the trash, yeah
Yeah, fuck the cops, fuck the fucking gang ties, yeah (let′s go)
Just know we banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, you know we banging
Yeah
(Yeah, I′m bangin' red, but my beat came from Bloublood)
Goddamn, I still ain′t even tired, man
(Ayy, pull up, Lam)
Mask up, I won't ask half ya
I'm geeked up off this tab, yeah, I′ma ride past ya
Cracked the face and threw the Audemars in the trash, yeah
Yeah, fuck the cops, fuck the fucking gang ties, yeah
Just know we banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, banging
Banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, you know we banging
Are you cuz? (What′s popping?)
What's your GD, OGF?
These niggas be real jakes, yeah, they dogs
I said too good, trust ain′t trust, you know it's love
We hit you spinning out, we had a big night
This ain′t raindrops, these somе gun shots
Popped his whole top
Yeah, that at be the limit in that Glad pot
Say you tryna cornеr me in like UPS box (never)
On my partner, they get bloody (bloody)
And I go 730 'bout millions (730)
Shoot the target like a gun range
Nobody telling, yeah, just watch the birdies sing
Mask up, I won′t ask half ya
I'm geeked up off this tab, yeah, I'ma ride past ya
Cracked the face and threw the Audemars in the trash, yeah
Yeah, fuck the cops, fuck the fucking gang ties, yeah (let′s go)
Just know we banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, hanging
Banging, hanging, banging, you know we banging
Writer(s): Raqhid Render, John Lam, Isaiah Blouir Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com