Soulja Boy - Bang Bang lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Shooting till my mother f**ing hand fall off Ya track-stars; the gun shot ran y'all off I pop like a soda watch the can fall off I can k** y'all and y'all boss Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum You f**ing with the drum major don't make me play you the anthem Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal I say bang bang, b**h I make you feel every letter B.A.N.G. B.A.N.G. G.A.N.G We spray then leave We play when we no We play N-E- V-E-R; C.P.R Doctor Carter are you the d.z's boy Young Money mother f**er these these boys b**h is you crazy? We's retards Watch Nina, Mac and Tommy have a brief menage Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah Soulja Boy on the beat But you can call me Chef Boyardee Cause I'mma heat this sh** And I'mma eat this sh** Planet earth is my toilet you're beneath this sh** Then I flush and wipe my a** Gunslinger like a pa** I co*k back and throw a bomb; now Hail Mary Your tailfary fairytale very frail And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail Let them sail up the river with that ho sh** Or leave them face down in the f**ing ocean I ain't on no other sh** b**h I'm on some more sh** That 'Hello how you doing? I am at your front door sh**' That 'Aww naw he got a gun oh sh**. sh**.'...sh** [Verse 2: Jae Millz] Okay, it's Young Money what you know about it? The semi-auto will rip open your body and tear the soul out it And all that fronting sh** n***a I don't know about it Call me Master J, b**h I'm so about it Even my ho about it, and don't doubt it Cause we both would be Angelina and Brad'n Spazzin' and blastlin', blastin' and rattitatin' And nah I don't cook but like potatoes I'll mash them I don't give a f** about your money or your fashion Shots through the window of your brand new Ashton You get out try to run now your chest where them bullets crashin' Pawn box n***as no crutches no casts No wheel chair just the two door long black wagon Flowers on the side and four wheels to steer I ain't never scared, and I ain't never care So f** what they doing over there I'm doing it here You're nothing like me f** boy don't be outlandish We gorillas in the mist y'all just some Kung-Fu Pandas Sweet like Fantas, my blood is the same as Bruce Banners Hit record on the cameras mother f** all the bullsh**ting antics They saying he ain't gotta get a clearance from Wayne, that's a disadvantage Being broke is a foreign language for me like Spanish Musically we direct thrillers, call me John Landis [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] It's the 504 slaughter house blood bath Little n***a stand tall like a giraffe One man gang animal, cannibal Eat rappers for dinner my nickname Hannibal Guns for days I show you what this cannon do Hit you split your mothaf**ing man in two I grab the chopper South Park that's how I hold the toy I aim and crank that b**h like Soulja Boy I'm in the streets one deep I can hold my own And sh**, it's only one seat and I control the throne Look, b**h, I'm on my crazy a** sh** You see the gun poking out like Sheneneh lips Watch your lips when talking Cause I be on grave n***a leaking in your coffin Rest in piss When I die, let me rest with clips Rambo, I'mma go out on my Sylvester sh**, bang!