Trevor Jackson and Kevin Gates - Bang Bang

Fuckin' with the plug daughter
Made a young fortune and my lungs coughin’
When I'm done torchin‘
Broke down bricks I'm a slum lord
Jump off fresh make the gun charges
3 door coupe when I'm done talkin’
Who ya chick love, never once called her
In the driveway I'm not the one stalking
In designer stores I'm the one flossin’

Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that you think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that u think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice for you speak

Got signed 3 years ago no album out (whoa)
The frustration is an understatement should
I end the drought (yea)
Got the world like damn can he do it?
Is he really up for the task?
I laugh at the fact that you ask
It’s like can flash really run fast
Shout out to the ones who knew from the jump
That I'm that nigga
And to the ones who never showed up
Man I’ll always remember
I n’ Jay right beside me
That’s my brother for life
Trey and fresh3 on the track we
Cooking until we die
Y’all think it’s so simple
But y'all don't know what I been through
Dodgin’ snakes, duckin’ strays
Tryna lock jaws like them pit's do
But I'm a lion, a tiger, a bear
And I'm tryna get ahold of it yea
Tryna set a spark in world that is dark
So they never forget I was here yeah

Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that you think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that u think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice for you speak

White bottom God made boots
Waterproof front grey sweater
Not in competition for the chicken
Kissin’ no bragging I'm just way better
Feather wherever oxy I'm extra sneezin’
Might bless ya, screeching go get em’
Workin’ 2 hittas, meant to say burners
Cookin’ 4 burners, talkin' 'bout stoves
And when I say burners coulda
Meant phones comin' back silent
Lookin' like burgers babe you look nervous
Tell me what's wrong might look chaotic
Under control
Start to whip silent keep us controlled
Garbage can dealers gettin’ disposed
Louie V emblem really got boring
Bow legged stripper, ripper, she snoring
Say I'm too cold talk I ignore it
If I'm not hustling you unemployed
I don't get tired energy drink
500 m's nigga you know it
Richer than your favorite rapper
Won't show it
I ain't really gotta trap keep going
Greedy bout eatin’ really enjoyed, addicted
I'm focused niggs keep goin'

Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that you think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that u think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice for you speak

It’s funny how my feelings in yo speakers
And yea i got the baddest know you see her
I'm hard hitter I go I go hard with it
I work all year losing ain’t an option
Rae Sremmurd on me oh how I do it
I ain’t got no type I love makin’ the music
The same but I just grew some
I've come to the conclusion
That everyday's a game of spades
To win you gotta lose some
Been awhile the beast was in the booth
Time to let it loose
So anybody on your pedestal
You can tell ‘em to move

Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that you think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice fore you speak
Here to take the crown and
I mean by any means (my shit go)
Bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Name another that u think go harder than me
(watch me go) bang, bang, bang, bang
Now think twice for you speak

Here to take the crown and I mean
Here to take the crown and if
You try to stop me bang, bang, bang, bang
It go hard in the street
Your boyfriend’s lame
He ain’t retarded like me
There go Gates he do his bank with his B
Finer thang go let ‘em hang over me

Written by:
GARY BRADFORD, ANTHONY CALDWELL, TARIK DEAN, DASHAWN DEW, JAI EAST, KARLE GULLY, THOMAS JACKSON, DAVID H PERKINS, MARVIN SELMON, RICARDO THOMAS

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