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swych - bang!!! lyrics
[verse: swych]
the og’s love the way i spit
if you a problem, i’m a product of the answer like ai’s kids
play my ish, straight up hits, ain’t no way i miss
i’m too hungry for it dog, i got the munchies for it
it’s going down and i ain’t got a extra bungee cord
potato on the barrel for haters making a bunch of noise
you popping a lot of talk but you ain’t popping
my solo’s like ’08 songs with wayne on them
bang on them, f2ddreamgang on them
tell them nice shirt then leave a nice bloodstain on them
looking like ketchup, then i tell them catch up
strip them of they pride right before i make it rain on them
… youngan, swag by the onion
not a drug dealer but bag dimes and i’m stunting
what the hook gonna be
i don’t even need no hook on this beat
i might throw a left hook on this beat
bow down to the king, i’ll leave your head at my feet
get my gohan flow on, i’m so on
a whole nother level like lands that’s bulldozed on
young alien, might land up on your home
own everythang that you claim as your own
i’m yg, you chief keef
i keep it a hundred more than you, get it 400 – 300?
nah dog, i don’t be up in the streets
running from cops, let them know that i k!lled the beat
sonning mc’s mayne, it’s the heatwave baby
all up in the game, young ea baby
ain’t no heir to the throne
i’m just here for the throne
say your prayers, make it clear, take that chair
then i’m gone
on to the next level, call it super saiyan 2
all you dudes pink matter: cotton candy, majin buu
then i kick it up to 3, ain’t no catching up to me
youngan i’m so hung-a-ry, you’d think i filled my lungs with weed
so ima go to benihana’s with some fendi mamas
say she want that trendy prada but i’m spending nada
not a dollar
i can barely afford my meal
told these fakes pay attention, guess they can’t afford the real
came from the quarters now i’m headed towards a quarter mill
i’m the kid the city brought to speak to kids before the deal
i’m the kid that scooter braun had said was nice before the deal
i’m the kid up on the clinton sparks tape before the blow
i’m the kid that opened up for ink when i was still local
taught my teachers that rap was more than ill vocals
taught myself how to get into berklee college of music
so how am i stupid?
my momma said i’d either be a lawyer or the leader of a gang…
and i am: it’s f2d forever plus it’s omg & bekm. best believe that when i leave
i’m going with a bang!!!
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