Bang
Bang bang
[Hook]
She just really jock me cuz my gear
She just really want me for my ear
She just really like me for my watch
She just really like me for my car
[Riff Raff]
Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Phantom
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I'm on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")
Camp counselor, living in the lap of lux'
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux
[Hook]
[Chief Keef]
That bitch want me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")
Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squeel (nah!)
Well listen baby, I'mma keep it real (3Hunna!)
You know you ain't got shit coming here (Nah!)
Blowed a blunt of kush in the air (Smoke!)
And I won't feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")
I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")
Fuck nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!
[Hook]
Bang bang
[Hook]
She just really jock me cuz my gear
She just really want me for my ear
She just really like me for my watch
She just really like me for my car
[Riff Raff]
Holograms on my hand gave me a tanned wrist
Diamonds dancing on my fist look like a blank disc
Teriyaki suit with the lemon Phantom
Heavy weight, heartburn: Mylanta
Adversaries call me on my Blackberry
Now I'm in the laundry mat: Darryl Strawberry
On my cell phone, now I'm on my iPhone
She thought it was a cat phone
Now I'm on my bat phone
Hanging fangs down like a vampire ("Twilight!")
Sapphires dancing on my hand like a campfire ("Dancing!")
Camp counselor, living in the lap of lux'
Double cheese deluxe in the penguin tux
[Hook]
[Chief Keef]
That bitch want me cause she know I keep it real ("3 Hunna")
Say she don't like a nigga that's gon squeel (nah!)
Well listen baby, I'mma keep it real (3Hunna!)
You know you ain't got shit coming here (Nah!)
Blowed a blunt of kush in the air (Smoke!)
And I won't feed you lies to your ears
Cause niggas better calm down before they hear
A lot of gun sounds in the air ("bang bang!")
I won't wife her keep it pimpin over here
Gucci shirts, we ain't simple over here ("Gucci!")
Fuck nigga mad cause his bitch jockin
And I be flexin up the Maseratis, flex!
[Hook]
