Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bang, artist - Merky Ace. Album song All Or Nothing, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 26.05.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: No Hats No Hoods
Song language: English
Bang |
| Out here getting this scrilla |
| Tryna get the stach as tall as a pillar |
| Tryna save up for a new shape Bimmer |
| Matte black, might call her Cilla |
| Looking like a player for Aston Villa |
| Not that, FT is the team |
| If you violate, might see me with a skinner |
| Might see me with a nank |
| Got shoebox money, I ain’t part of a bank |
| I play with the all hard food to the dank |
| Family Tree so I ain’t got a rank |
| But I move like a boss |
| And on my chest, you might see Ralph or Lacoste |
| And I’m getting dough from Charlton to New Cross |
| For the dough, dem ballers get crossed |
| Yo |
| Get quick brain from a bosh |
| Then it’s back to the trap, G, I’m out for the dosh |
| Can’t tell me I ain’t on my job |
| Holla at JB, that’s my nigga |
| Knuck knuck with the pump, that’s a real killer |
| Go KFC, get corn in your top |
| My YGs round here move too iller |
| Ask what I’m moving, don’t be inner |
| Getting too big for your boots, G, slim up |
| If you’re eating, I’ll rob your dinner |
| Ain’t talking 'bout oxtail |
| 'Nuff man tell me they’re married to the streets |
| But I killed that hoe just like Jack the Ripper |
| You don’t wanna come my side of the river |
| Cold here, make outsiders shiver |
| Cold here, make outsiders shiver |
| Dem man wanna talk like they’re involved in crime |
| They must be talking litter |
| Never have I been hurt by a gold digger |
| Ain’t inna likkle man chat and chitter |
| I bang bang early, never been late |
| Got a real steady aim, I’m a target hitter |
| Got a baseball bat, I’m a cranium splitter |
| So much 'gnac that I fear for my liver |
| So much bud that I fear for my lungs |
| Cause I’m really out here getting these funds |
| I don’t really care what dem man done |
| I don’t give a fuck, I made him run |
| Enemies better stop moving dumb |
| Cause I’m one step away from finding the drum |
| Bun out your chest just like white rum |
| There ain’t one boy I won’t tell suck your mum |
| So if you don’t like me, suck your mum |
| I’ve been doing this ting from young |
| Done said I’ve been doing it from day one |
| When dem girl dere didn’t have no bum |
| If you’ve got a problem, say it to my face |
| Get clapped over right in the same place |
| Yeah, I’m Merky ACE |
| Don’t be fooled cause I’ve got a baby face |
| Holler at TK cuh that’s my family |
| Trust me, he’s much more than a mate |
| I’m a badboy, fam, I don’t care 'bout age |
| Squeeze off the pump and make the ground shake |
| But I ain’t just on beef |
| I’m out here getting this cake |
| Out here getting this cake |
| See me in a blue moon on the estate |
| I keep it moving, money I make |
| Yeah, I do road with the chrome ting |
| But I think I might switch to the fake |
| I call up Realz if I want a 28 |
| Calls in a day? |
| I be getting many, mate |
| I keep my shots balls, I don’t wanna get bagged |
| Out here, there’s too many jakes |
| not many cakes |
| Dargs and connects but not many mates |
| I’ve got my mind and my money |
| So sorry, B, I don’t really wanna date |
| I do me, I don’t really watch face |
| You can try me, I’ve copped a milli in case |
| I give the girls dem willy in face |
| Trust me, you don’t wanna come to my strip |
| Cuh my young Gs do get silly with 8s |
| Tuesday, I was at Lily’s with ACE |
| Hennessy, I be sipping it straight |
| Told you, I don’t go raving loose |
| True talk, we got the millis in place |
| So keep on thinking it ain’t that |
| I will leave man’s head all over the place |
| Fuck discrete, I go for the face |
| Man are OG with the ting |
| So get down when you see me go for the waist |
| ACE got a blade that will open your face |
| If I’m in your yard, then show me the safe |
| If I’m in your yard, then show me the safe |
| You should know I’ve got evil traits |
| Don’t give it up? |
| Then you’ll get sent to the gates |
| Of hell when I squeeze and beat off eight |
| Told man already, don’t doubt the ACE |
| Don’t go gym but I bang for the weight |
| I bang for my family, not for a name |
| And I’m so laidback |
| But I’ll lick you in the face with the wickedest strap |
| Man round here move nuts with the lead |
| You can get your headtop filled with that |
| Can’t break a branch off the family |
| You’ll get slapped in the head with a stick by T |
| Don’t think us man just MC |
| Still in the trap tryna make that P |
| I will violate you if you violate me |
| It’s an eye for an eye, we both will see |
| Like say I didn’t do postcode greaze |
| Get slapped up for the name of your street |
| Let something bang like the name of the beat |
| My old boy gets prang when I play with the heat |
| I’m a loose cannon, let it rain on the street |
| Fuck five-O, they ain’t caging me |
| And it’s a normal headshot |
| Drag a man straight out of his own dreadlocks |
| Tinted whip, screech off when the feds stop |
| I dare man try put me in a headlock |
| Get shanked up in your side, get a red top |
| Say you’ve got a shotty but you ain’t seen red dots |
| Sawn-off or get a sawn-off headtop |
| Headshot, normal, normal, headshot |