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Blacc Zacc – Bang Lyrics

Bang By Blacc Zacc

Yuh, yuh
Know we one that same s—, n—-
You know me and my n—– on the same s—
‘Mano (Gang)

Bang, n—-, throw your gang up
I’m insane n—-
Lame n—-, you ain’t cut like us
You can’t hang n—-
Rain, n—-
Choppa hit your block, let it sang, n—-
Get some stain, n—-
Bang, n—-
If a n—- buck, bust his motherfuckin’ brains
My youngin’ got the flame, he’ll key ya for a chain
These n—– ain’t got ‘caine, they actin’, it’s a shame
If you don’t give a f—, throw it up, n—-, bang

Big Crip, I’m a big Crip, crackin’ big s—
23rd, back to 21st, that’s the same s—
In the field I can send the blocks, n—-, get him hit
NBA, shootin’ out the gate, Steph Curry wrist
Oh s—, I got sixty pointers on my wrist like I’m Nip
And you can ask around, I got my neighborhood rich
I’m rollin’ up my opp, I let my youngin’ take a hit
I never gave a f—, this money ain’t changin’ s—
Still, I’ll bust your brains, money ain’t change a thang
I don’t pop no Percs, I pop a n—- for my pain
Welcome to the zoo, all my n—–, they untamed
I ain’t sparin’ you, hit ’em point blank range

Bang, n—-, throw your gang up
I’m insane n—-
Lame n—-, you ain’t cut like us
You can’t hang n—-
Rain, n—-
Choppa hit your block, let it sang, n—-
Get some stain, n—-
Bang, n—-
If a n—- buck, bust his motherfuckin’ brains
My youngin’ got the flame, he’ll key ya for a chain
These n—– ain’t got ‘caine, they actin’, it’s a shame
If you don’t give a f—, throw it up, n—-, bang

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I don’t give a f—, they f—–’ love it
I just sent my new ho to the gun store, had to up the budget
I got in with a .45 and a .40 on me, I’m clutchin’, clutchin’
Your stacks in my name, I give ’em an alias ’cause I was up to somethin’ (Let’s go)
I can’t name a n—- that’s hittin’ the way Baby hittin’
He a monster, monster (Yeah)
And I can’t make a play ’cause now I’m a famous n—-
Give my brother them numbers (Okay)
Like the way for the drought, flood, swim
B—-, I’m uppin’ the numbers
If I turn on my throwaway phone, it’s gon’ ring
So I’m turnin’ it off when I’m tourin’ (Let’s go)
If I don’t bring the food to the family somebody tell me who responsible for ’em?
Could’ve laid on the beach in Miami and still went to Cali to grab me a few (Okay)
And you n—– ain’t cut like I’m cut
You don’t know what a trip out to Cali would do (Ah)
I’ll whip out a five on a n—- and show a n—- what this blam’ll do
All you gon’ hear is

Bang, n—-, throw your gang up
I’m insane n—-
Lame n—-, you ain’t cut like us
You can’t hang n—-
Rain, n—-
Choppa hit your block, let it sang, n—-
Get some stain, n—-
Bang, n—-
If a n—- buck, bust his motherfuckin’ brains
My youngin’ got the flame, he’ll key ya for a chain
These n—– ain’t got ‘caine, they actin’, it’s a shame
If you don’t give a f—, throw it up, n—-, bang

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