Kyle - BANG Lyrics
feat. Mr. Man[Intro/Hook](Hey Kyle!)Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Biggity! Bang! Bang!Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (Know what I'm saying)Biggity! Bang! Bang!Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (We in the twinkie traphouse)Biggity! Bang! Bang!Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Biggity! Bang! Bang!Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! (It's the fire the kid spittin cuz)Biggity! Bang! Bang!Yeah Yeah Yeah[Verse 1: Kyle]Skinny jeans, Chuck T'sNigga like, "uh!"K-i-does-what-the-*****-I-want!Dude, niggas like you?Better than me?!Nigga like, huh? Wha?Nineteen with a milli swagMaking white moms really gladWhack rappers is really madCause y'all suck like really bad!Cassio on my wristNigga time for me to get radI make this shit look goldBut nah nigga, this shit just brassI'm a beast, I'm a beastI'm a dog, I'm a dogAnd I shut niggas downAnd I'm not even onIf your shit sounds weak just hit up my phoneYou need help with your songs, I'm the nigga you call[Hook: Kyle]Cause I bang bang bang bangBiggity bang bangRun these tracks and you get hit with a trainVerse or hook cause I know how to sang sangHave your preteen goin insaneLamborghini mercyYour chick she so thirstyI gave her a drink but, I don't think it's workingBlowing up my newsfeed, had my Twitter chirpingI see more of her than you, and I ain't met her in personBang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Biggity! Bang! Bang! (8x)[Verse 2: Mr. Man]Mr. ManNigga damnWhere the ***** you been at, bruh?I been up, banging on rapsWalking in show, making stages collapseRemeber who is that, cause they know we areBlowing up trees, ***** security guardsTouch Down and make the city oursMy hair nappy like a RastafariStayed in my laneBringing that bangBlow 60 K's of cocaineDreamed of gold chains around my neck,Big crib, a bunch of whips like slavesOvercomers that overcameY'all balling on minimum wageNever heard of your crewAin't red nor blue but my niggas we bangYup, yup, yupLet me get back to itOh wow, you said I couldn't do itFunny as *****, are you dummies or what?Cause I was gon' blow when you dumb niggas knew it[Hook][Bridge]Ridin Around in my cityAnd these niggas know what I'm boutPull up on a 60s bike that cost more than your houseYeah, everybody outsideHearing shit that I likeGot them speakers blaringThere ain't anywhere you can hideUh[Hook/Outro]
