Droppin' hits and killin' **** just like the Bang Man It's a beautiful day to die, you know what I'm sayin'? You know, we givin' out free coffins, you know So if you'd like a free coffin, just place your order Ayy, put an application, all you gotta do is Send a diss song, make a diss song, or just send a threat Ooh, that's a Hardbody beat And Young Meezy will be mad, best believe that In the name of Gee, fuck a nigga QRedOnTheTrack, and he runnin' this beat
Alright, I got shooters on the roof And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah You got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah Shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh (Bang Man)
Piece of bread, I put that bread up on your head And now the brothers fed You niggas pussy as a fuck, y'all tryna gain some cred And I got niggas lookin' for you like an Easter egg You heard what I said So nigga what you tryna do? I'ma sneeze on a nigga like I got the flu (Achoo) Shit we want the whole gang, not just one or two (I'm sorry) He like, "Who want war with us?" and I'm like, "What it do?" You know I'm with the move (Me) I'm stalkin' while you postin' pictures, I got niggas wan' get with you Run up on me like you Superman, I make this forty kiss you Catch him ridin' with his lady, got him thinkin' that he straight I'ma do him dirty, feed him hollows like a dinner date
Alright, I got shooters on the roof And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah You got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah Shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh
We don't make threats on Instagram, we clappin' shit for real nigga (For real) Put that Glock up in my hand and watch how quick I deal with 'em (It's real) Raise the chopper in the name of Gee, you know I'm still with him (For real) And you can't join the gang unless you come in with a kill, nigga Born a killer, mama say I got that murder swag (Yeah, yeah) Red bandana on the weapon, that's a murder rag (Yeah) No coppin' deuces, bitch you stupid, we ain't wavin' flags (Yeah) I got a shooter, he Caucasian, call him Steve Nash (Grah) Don't answer questions 'bout the opps, I'm not into that (For real) Nigga killed my dawg, can't wait to go and get him back (Yeah) Caught him on the interstate, they say I did that bad (Don't care) But he was talkin' all that reck', he should expect to crash (Fuck 'em) Ain't finish college 'cause I'd rather bust a head (True story) They talkin' shit but really soft, I call 'em Ted (True story) I send Juan Theezy, he a shotta with no dreads My shooter like my barber, I pay him a dub a head
Alright, I got shooters on the roof And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah You got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah Shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh Alright, I got shooters on the roof And they aimin' just right, yeah yeah You got my smoke and that's right, yeah yeah Shooters, they on go and that's right, yeah yeah I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh I got shooters on the roof-ooh-ooh And they aimin' right at you-ooh-ooh
Yeah nigga, the fuckin' Bang Man, you heard me? You know, B-Meezy, Elmo in the rockin' red I'm the reason why your baby daddy scared With his bitch ass, know what I'm sayin'? In the name of Gee If you ain't talkin' 'bout no fuckin' money, don't make no sense to speakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
