Bang, Bang (feat. Foxy Brown)

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

But then you said somethin', ****

Gang bang, bang, bang

We keep long gats and big chains

I don't like having sex, I like brains

And smoke some blend, fams, with five in the Range

And it's nothing for me to shit on your three

I'm from Iraq, 20 minutes from QB

I'm M.U., so you's should just let us be

Before yourself shot up, in the hospit-ee

You'll be leakin' and throw in your face some hot tea

Yo, it's Nore, but you can call me P-O-P

And get a dose of the dope, but don't just OD

Only white girl I'll fuck is Pamela Lee

And I'm gangster, so some **** call me G

Melvin Flynt, hustling was born in me

So yo, bitch, come and do a porn with me

Or come to North Carolina and perform with me

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Yo, yo, yo

Bang, bang, bang, bang

I'ma take it back to when I used to pop pist-als

Sling Crystal, gamble on the block with pits out

Kept my work in my bitch house, right in the closet

I won't front, I'll bring the drama, ****, right to the projects

When it's cold, I remain the hottest

I bring the thug ****, you bougie, I'll leave blood all in your Pradas

****'s lifestyle deserves Oscars, you so funny

Claim you kingpin and ain't even fucking wit' ho money

I'm gangster, to the jail wounds, check my records

I keep the stash, grip of armor, where I select my weapons

This young mindstate, crime infested

I'ma get straight to the message, I spit records

And I rep my necklace

To the door of 1D, right where the steps is

I walk the hood, **** pay homage 'cause of my essence

It ain't nothing, I catch any charge, get out on bail

Fuck records, this shit was platinum when it touched the reel, muthafucka

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Hot damn, ho, here we go again

Pop shit like a cock, light weight as your rock, bitch

Ya talk slick, fuck is all that sneak shit?

You and Diddy, y'all kill me with that subliminal shit

Bitch, why's you frontin' and kicking that street shit?

Please, impress me, go back to that freak shit

While your broke ass was guzzlin' nuts and shit

I was choppin' the weight, sneakin' O-Zs and shit

A decoy bitch, like the feds lie to you

Ain't you 'posed to have a little bit of Bed-Stuy in you?

Brooklyn don't raise hoes, just slip and graze hoes

For what, bitch? You're soft and you pussy, name hoes

So fuck ya **** too, them **** can get it too

When the faggots act more bitch than you

Let the **** rest in peace and hop off his dick, bitch, do you?

And y'all hoes is like, "Fuck Fox," well, screw y'all too

Let's be truthful, give a fuck if the album push back

And when it hit the streets, bitch, you're still weak

You still sound lame and my name still reign

And I still pop them thing things and bang bang, bitch

We gon' thug this shit out

Rep for ya hood

Brooklyn

We gon' thug this shit out

QB, Queensbridge

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Iraq

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang

We gon' thug this shit out

We gon' thug this shit out

And say bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang

Bang, bang, bang, bang