Bang Bang (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

Uh, uh, uh
Trauma Tone
Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh)
Got a redbone,
She just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
Did this song, we didnt group up with the head on
New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog
You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murked em then we spin off
We gon ride on a *****, we gon slide (We gon slide)
Jump out, five of them ******, homicide (Oh, oh)
She got tired of them ******, she was smart (She was smart)
I had to hide all them ******, they was hot (Oh, oh)
Oh, I knocked her out the park, it was a curve too (Woah)
I mix that Off-White with Louis
Just like Virgil do (Just like Virgil)
Im insane, lil *****, I will murder you (Oh yeah)
Who these lame lil ******?
I never heard of you (Never heard of you)
Got your *****, yeah,
Audemar my wrist, yeah (Check out my wrist)
I got brick fare, woo, I think Im Ric Flair (Woo, woo)
Take a trip with a baddie, quick dip, yeah (Quick dip)
A ***** snitch, gotta put him in a ditch, yeah (Yeah)
Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh-huh)
Got a redbone,
She just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
Did this song, we didnt group up with the head on
New coupe (Skrrt), samecolor eggnog
You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
Bang bang, murked em then we spin off
These ****** aint hard as they speak
Left shots from the yard to the streets
These ****** facecard say deceased
If he play, put that boy underneath
I pray for my deacon, stand up and I preach
Im preferring that chopper whenever I preach
Had to run up a sack, I aint never gon leech
Put Off-White on my back and Dior on my sneaks
When you talkin that boy, we serve it better
Thirty hang out that pole, beyond steppers
We be stretchin that **** for non-helpers
Every day we gon roll, we all felons
Shawty a fool, admit that s**t pressure
She sellin them arms off her own celly
In the cell we dont crack, aint nobody tellin
Ima rip me an app, put it up, I bet it
On the stage for that bag , aint nobody smilin
I got choppers and masses, you get the message
When they try to get to me, I up and pop it
They say s**t to get to me, I never let it
That shawty so bad, Ima beat her body
Thirteen grand on a bracelet, it cost eleven
****** b*****s, they talkin too much, Im steppin
Everybody around me, they strapped and ready, gang
(My phone)Ring ring (Brrt), I just got a fed call (Call)
You know that must mean somebody is dead and gone (Uh- huh)
Got a redbone,
She just want that bread, dawg (Want that bread, dawg)
I took her to the loft, she suck my head off (Oh)
Did this song , we didnt group up with the head on
New coupe (Skrrt), same color eggnog
You play with the gang, we take your head off (Gang gang)
Bang bang (Young Jefe, holmes), murk em then we spin off