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ji beats - bang lyrics

(holy 1k)
(ji beats)
i ain’t goin’ down, n+gga, unless it’s with a big bang
and i ain’t steppin’ out the crib unless i’m walkin’ with that thang
a n+gga got some money now and n+ggas wanna act strange
once sh+t hits the fan, i’m the one n+ggas wanna blame
busted on this b+tch face, like a n+gga ain’t got no aim
the b+tch acting like a fan, so her guts i rearrange it
granny mad at a n+gga cuz the way i’m livin’ dangerous
had to stop hanging around broke n+ggas, sh+t’s contagious

if this b+tch stay on her toes, i might buy this b+tch a face lift
i got too many hoes when i’m sliding in that sp+ceship
i got too many o’s when i’m lookin’ at my bank slip
i got too much dough, i swear i could start a bakery
i ain’t with that f+ck sh+t, i ain’t with all that fakery
when i’m going down, n+gga, i swear it’s with a big bang
and i ain’t walking out the crib unless it’s with a big thang
i’m with sedated, pourin’ wock, i don’t sip no champagne

i ain’t goin’ down, n+gga, unless it’s with a big bang
and i ain’t steppin’ out the crib unless i’m walkin’ with that thang
a n+gga got some money now and n+ggas wanna act strange
once sh+t hits the fan, i’m the one n+ggas wanna blame
busted on this b+tch face, like a n+gga ain’t got no aim
the b+tch acting like a fan, so her guts i rearrange it
granny mad at a n+gga cuz the way i’m livin’ dangerous
had to stop hanging around broke n+ggas, sh+t’s contagious
i swear that broke sh+t contagious
if you ain’t got no money, why the f+ck you n+ggas say sh+t?
threw my ex b+tch away, now that lil b+tch is ancient
i got ptsd, so i be waking up anxious
told that b+tch to grab my money, lil b+tch, and get it pr+nto
n+gga don’t run up, you’ll get rolled up in a fronto
n+gga don’t run up, you’ll n+ggas get stretched out
i be ducking from the feds, so a n+gga stressed out
but i got diamonds on my neck so i’m walking with my chest out
and i could give a f+ck about these n+ggas, y’all can get left out
and i’m kicking b+tches out too, y’all can take the metro
one call to my shooter, don’t make me call presto

i got twin glocks b+tch, like they came from minnesota
fresh out the pin, my n+ggas , to serving boulders
i’m sipping on your budget, while you got nyquil in your soda
b+tch ain’t worth sh+t, p+ssy got (?)
she ain’t use to this type of motion, got her nauseous

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