Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bang Bang , by - YNW Melly. Song from the album Melly vs. Melvin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: P2019
Song language: English
Bang Bang |
| Ayy, look |
| Know what I’m sayin', I’m straight out the mud with this shit, you hear me? |
| I be grinding like I’m still poor, you know what I’m saying? |
| That’s what you gotta keep doing out here |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you hear me? |
| YNW Melly |
| You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up |
| Yeah, 'til we pulling up |
| These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up, ayy |
| Bang bang, with the pistol I come bang bang |
| We are not the same, I bang Blood gang |
| Hit your ass, now your ass like Stranger Things |
| I’m an alien, these bitches think I’m stranger things |
| She ain’t wanna listen to a nigga CD |
| Big Blood, big Blood, shoutout GD |
| Oh God, goddamn, can you see me? |
| I was with your main bitch taking a selfie |
| Selfie, selfie, she think I’m healthy |
| Hundred round on the pistol, you’d think I’m killing |
| Oh damn, oh damn, give me your billing |
| Address, we gon' pull up with them TECs, nigga |
| TECs, nigga, what the fuck you saying, nigga? |
| Spraying, nigga, fucking up your plans, nigga |
| Bands, nigga, running up them bands, nigga |
| Glock with a twenty-two clip, fuck them hands, nigga |
| I ain’t tryna throw no motherfuckin' hands, boy |
| Run and up the pistol, tryna get them things off |
| And I wanna get 'em 'cause I’m rolling, yeah |
| Chopper with a dick and it’s swollen |
| I’m swollen, I’m golden |
| I think that I need to just chill 'cause I’m way too damn hot |
| And these hoes wanna get up |
| Yeah, they tryna get up |
| We killed a couple times so, Lord, just please forgive us |
| And all these niggas in this stolen car got a body |
| And all these niggas in this stolen car on the molly |
| Except for me, you know I like to do it when I’m sober |
| I gotta keep composure, I slump a nigga over, gang |
| You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up |
| Yeah, 'til we pulling up |
| These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up, ayy |
| Bang bang, with the pistol I come bang bang |
| We are not the same, I bang Blood gang |
| Hit your ass, now your ass like Stranger Things |
| I’m an alien, these bitches think I’m stranger things |
| I was sleeping, now I’m woke again |
| AC was blowin', but I guess this shit broke again |
| A nigga speakin' real heat like a frying pan |
| These niggas talking like they with it, we gon' find your friend |
| Your lil' boy layin' in the cut, he wanna spin a Benz |
| And your main bitch wanna fuck, we tryna split her ends |
| Fuck that thot, she got way too much baggage |
| Big Glock, and I ain’t even bragging, ooh |
| I’m super fly like I’m Aladdin, ooh |
| Watch for the carpet, it is satin, ooh |
| These niggas talkin' like they with that |
| Pussy boy, fuck with me, you get your wig snatched |
| Pussy boy, fuck with me, you get your wig snatched |
| Melly wilding in a stolo with the big MAC |
| No cap, it’s suppressor, but it’s flash suppressed |
| Niggas talking like they with it, now your ass is guessin' |
| Where you at when you dead? |
| We don’t know, pussy |
| Leave your ass somewhere inside of your mama bushes |
| Fuck boy, I’m in your daddy bushes with it |
| Loading up the semi, busting at your fitted |
| These niggas talking, but I’m still the fucking G.O.A.T., uh |
| These niggas mad cause they ain’t even own no boat, uh |
| I’m tryna get it in, these bitches snorting coke, uh |
| It’s a party at the penthouse, she doing coke now |
| You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up |
| Yeah, 'til we pulling up |
| These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up, ayy |
| Bang bang, with the pistol I come bang bang |
| We are not the same, I bang Blood gang |
| Hit your ass, now your ass like Stranger Things |
| I’m an alien, these bitches think I’m stranger things |
| Fuck your money printer, baby, I’m Prancer |
| Hopping out the coupe, turn a nigga to a dancer |
| Turn you to a stripper with this motherfuckin' glizzy |
| Pussy boy, you played with the wrong nigga, thinking I’m a bitch |
| And I’ma show you |
| Tell your main bitch bend it over, yoga |
| I don’t give a fuck what you 'posed to be |
| Niggas always tryna hit a nigga with a lecture |
| Pussy, we done got away with murder, shut the fuck up |
| Boy, you say you with it, but the pistol always tucked up |
| I’ma show my shit 'cause if a nigga try what, bruh? |
| Trying what, bruh? |
| You got me fucked up |
| If they come for me inside the booth, I might go next year |
| If they come for me inside the booth, I might go ape shit |
| If they come for me inside the booth, I might go next year |
| If they come for me inside the booth, I might go ape shit |
| If they come for me inside the booth, I might go next year |