FatKidsBrotha - Bang! lyrics

[Verse 1: Cartier Dave] Salute me b**h I'm great I'm known state to state So I'm home wherever I lay, finna smoke a zone I got from L.A 96 Impala I got it on dates, that chrome sh** I hate Gimme all gold and watch em all fold, something like poker b**h I'm straight I don't do sober dawg I'm baked Whenever you see me I'm with a cuban with three beans that mean I'm rolling, and she holding So b**h watch your lip, cos she won't hesitate to trip Like i'm on an 8th of shrooms in a vacant room playing russian with a full clip (hol' up) Two-9 Two-9, I had to say it like 2 times And you know it's till they cremate Taking over that peach state Won't give it back no rebates Lean no cane, hope it make me able To live like a fable with my n***as at the table Paid in the shade , blaze like Abel What the hell, smoking shells In the Lotus n***a I'm focused Living like I'm chosen Everything is Golden From my wrists up to my teeth Gotta keep it flee In that Zone 3 plus 3 That's that eastside you know me, n***a [Verse 2: LightSkinMac11] k** a mothaf**a, burn motherf**er burn Hit the streets earn, motherf**er earn My daddy in the streets, Granny in the urn Who told you where I live, n***a meet me out front No deals at the house [?] No deals at the house so I'm socking out your fronts I don't think you want none Screaming out my name what the f** y'all want, A bag fulla funk n***a Who need consignment? I'm in designer, n***as just rhyming, grinding Till I got a fist fulla Diamonds [?] I ain't worried bout timing [?] Star studded I ain't worried 'bout shining Y'all all talk but all I hear was wildin My n***as bark hard [?] In my hood man, all we preach is silence Mama'll be good once she see what I do Know a youngin smang and do what it do We gon make money long time, long time Man I make it look so good Look me in my eye tell a lie if you can trick It's makeup when I come on your lipstick Courtside we discussing the politics To make the whole damn set rich b**h [X2]