N.No - Bang Dat lyrics

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N.No - Bang Dat lyrics

[Intro: Price] Free Matt Free Ninja Free Ranch B-Oh-Dub n***a you already know what it is [Verse 1: Price] One time Okay, all my n***as real ones no time for the fake friends Boy we 'bout that action we gon' get it we don't make plans All I touch is money, tell me no I don't shake hands I spend your main woadie up on the floor and tell her breakdance Touch all on that cleavage n***as undeveloped like fetus Get to playin' round with my money we gon' bu*theads no Beavis, hu Some n***as trippin'? Hold up That's that n***a where he from and yeah so what n***a You ain't know 'bout know pimkie-thumbin' Ya n***as speak up on the heat then all my n***as drummin' And if it's beef up in the streets then all my n***as commin' Ya tryna meet well bring the heat, now y'all n***as runnin' Behind the cam stuntin', paparazzi all back 10 thousand at the bar, what you know about that? You ain't trynna trap, what you sellin' for? You claimin' that you real, what you n***as tellin' for? I get it, y'all braggers and bolsters Get to fabricating them rappers that you see all up in them posters I be drink the blue for my [?] Spark that OG for my smokers And I'm in a place so much ace y'all n***as think you playin' poker For all you n***as bluffin', I suggest you save it I give ya boys [?] That's HS87 and you know we run the map R.I.P to my haters and put a C in front of that [Hook: Price] Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Baby bend it over, switch it fast push your frame back Posted in the yards, yeah that's where my gang at B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody who can change that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that B-Oh-Dub reppin' [Verse 2: Oktane] Uhhh You talkin' to the boss put your head up I ain't talkin' to you girl keep your face down This for all my n***as with their bread up And all my girls with somethin' fat from the waist down The ratio is 1 to probably 5 So if you got beef with us you should probably be quiet And if you say you better than me then you probably lyin' And anything you put that on, it probably die (turn up) We are HS87! Who are you? Hit is the general, I'm the sniper on the roof Ain't no pickin' me off, pickin' me off I ain't a bomb and you takin' me off I don't think you'll gettin' rid of me dawg Speaking of dogs I'm sick of them all, roof I said it and I'm sittin' on it If all these lames are in the game then I'm spittin' on it See that's the team, ain't no extra ain't no gettin' on it I put it down so good that it sound written don't it? It's not! I just do it baby I'm that nice See that's Hit-Boy, that's B Mac, that's Rey Reel, that's Price I'm Oktane [?] say I'm ugly and still like me Take it back and I still pipe it And if it's you then I still wife it Eyes closed, you can not see me here And the beat is cryin' mercy like a Lamborghini's here Cause I bring it to any square, where you lames at? I put that on my mama and I swear to god and I bang that You put that on some [Hook: Price] Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Baby bend it over, switch it fast push your frame back Posted in the yards, yeah that's where my gang at B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody who can change that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that B-Oh-Dub reppin' [Verse 3: N.No] Okay, Evilside N.No b**h you know the name Big chillin' k**in' me and my gang PT you my trooper, my n***a ain't nothin' changed Mirror at the mirror just call it a Chevy chain Loosin' ain't a option You was sellin' blow up I was breakin' hoes pockets When we had that work, n***as know we had it poppin' f** with the SQ and you gon' double up your profit Yea-yea-yea-yes, been thuggin' since we started You n***as must be stupid a full blown retarted To think that you can f** we my clique And clearly we the hardest In probably something foreign f** your b**h 'til she snorin' [?] getting lifted Usual fly Crip and that hating sh** for the birds And you n***as are flocking pigeons Kushin' out with these b**hes Came with some other b**hes And fly whips they be kicking, [?] distance [Hook: Price] Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Baby bend it over, switch it fast push your frame back Posted in the yards, yeah that's where my gang at B-Oh-Dub reppin' and ain't nobody who can change that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that Put that on some, yeah n***a I can bang that B-Oh-Dub reppin'