Mr. Man - BANG lyrics

[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 tweaking 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's n***a like, "uh!" K-i-does-what-the-fu*k-I-want! Dude, n***as like you? Better than me?! n***a like, huh? Wha? Nineteen with a milli swag Making white moms really glad Whack rappers is really mad Cause y'all s** like really bad! Ca**io on my wrist n***a time for me to get rad I make this sh** look gold But nah n***a, this sh** just bra** I'm a beast, I'm a beast I'm a dog, I'm a dog And I shut n***as down And I'm not even on If your sh** sounds weak just hit up my phone You need help with your songs, I'm the n***a you call [Hook: Kyle] Cause I bang bang bang bang Biggity bang bang Run these tracks and you get hit with a train Verse or hook cause I know how to sang sang Have your preteen goin insane Lamborghini mercy Your chick she so thirsty I gave her a drink but, I don't think it's working Blowing up my newsfeed, had my Twitter chirping I see more of her than you, and I ain't met her in person Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Biggity! Bang! Bang! (8x) [Verse 2: Mr. Man] Mr. Man n***a damn Where the f** you been at, bruh? I been up, banging on raps Walking in show, making stages collapse Remember who is that, cause they know we are Blowing up trees, f** security guards Touch Down and make the city ours My hair nappy like a Rastafari Stayed in my lane Bringing that bang Blow 60 K's of c**aine Dreamed of gold chains around my neck Big crib, a bunch of whips like slaves Overcomers that overcame Y'all balling on minimum wage Never heard of your crew Ain't red nor blue but my n***as we bang Yup, yup, yup Let me get back to it Oh wow, you said I couldn't do it Funny as f**, are you dummies or what? Cause I was gon' blow when you dumb n***as knew it [Hook] [Bridge] Ridin Around in my city And these n***as know what I'm bout Pull up on a 60s bike that cost more than your house Yeah, everybody outside Hearing sh** that I like Got them speakers blaring There ain't anywhere you can hide Uh [Hook/Outro]