Bang Bang

Shooting till my motherfuckin hand fall off
Your trackstars the gun shot ran yall off
I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I can kill yall and yall boss
Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
You fuckin with the drum angel let me play you the anthem
Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
I say bang bang bitch 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 motherfucka deez theez boyz
Bitches you crazy
Weez retardz
Watch nina, mack and tommy have a brief minaj
Like [gunshots] like [gunshots] yeah
Soulja boy on the beat
But you can call me chef boyardee
Cause ima heat this shit
And ima eat this shit
Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
Then I flush and whipe my ass
Gun slinger like a pass
I cock back and throw a bomb now hailmary
Your tailfairy fairy-tale very frail
And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean
I aint on no other shit bitch im on some more shit
That hello how you doing I am at your front door shit
That aww naw he got a gun oh shit ..shit...shit

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