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Chief Keef – BANG BANG Lyrics

BANG BANG By Chief Keef

Ayy
Sos’ baby
(EarDrummers)
Bang, bang, bang

Where I’m from you won’t get shit with a handout
When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out
Someone set me off and sounded like we brung the pans out
I’m a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out
Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna
Stash the twenties, stack the fifties, when I look up, I see hundreds
Man, you know how I feel if you never had nothin’
I can’t know how you feel if you never said something
Get that money, I be runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, runnin’
Remember on the block gunnin’, gunnin’, gunnin’, gunnin’, gunnin’
Now I’m gettin’ money, money, money, money, money, money
You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy
Remember sellin’ dope off grannies for my family
Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley
Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like ’bout a plan B
But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?
Imma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch sayin’ Keef
Turn the Xbox off ’cause ain’t no bitch playin’ me
Tryna play with me, you better off playin’ a plan B
‘Cause your plan, it ain’t working I ain’t gon to stand D
Just got a call from my mama, she want another
Twenty racks, she will always be the one that’s one up
Hop out the car, I smell like thunder, I wish you run up
I don’t crush a lot, I can’t, let me call Big Pun up

Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang

In the trap steady walkin’ to the peephole
Now I’m in a mansion, don’t know my gate code
In the party, woo-woo, okay, ho
Chino come through the back with a Draco
No cash, ain’t no onstage ho
Pay and come through the front with the bankroll
She rent a buildin’, I was like, “Ayy, bro”
Who bitch at the front with a mango
Chief Sosa, I’m Mufasa, Rastafari, bomboclaata
We turn you to a water, lil’ nigga, please don’t get mopped up
Mr. Mad Max, I be runnin’ ’round with shottas
I’m the alleycat and you the rat that run around with coppers
Bitch, I’m boolin’ so damn hard I think I need a Fiji water
Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you’re the father
Excuse me, bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federatal
I’m a boss and these niggas hoes, that’s why he fell behind me
I’m so fried, I’m so fried, in Hawaii eating Thai
You gotta pay me for a comment and that comment might be why
Asian ho said she think I’m nice, why, ’cause I eat rice?
Bitch, I’m mean, go and get your things, you can’t spend the night
Bitch, I flex, flexin’ on my ex with a fucking check
You think you hot ’cause you got a box, your shit could get checked
I’m so hot with a bitch boss, I be playin’ chess
Oh my God, what a beautural we hit him in the chest
Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high tech
That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for sixty that
Like you was bad before Christmas Eve, bitch, that’s what you get
Like I was blind and that happening not don’t know where you at

Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
(Mike WiLL Made-It)