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vect – let it bang (ft. the downriver rat) lyrics

08. let it bang (ft. the downriver rat)

[the downriver rat]
we packin’ them clips & glocks for tricks
who runnin’ that lip? we’ll pop that b+tch
south side of the “d” rollin’ with them hollow tips
swig a shot of e & j right before i hit a l!ck
blunts lit, windows rolled up as we stroll up
creepin’ up with a tech on my lap ready to jump up
when you see me, better hustle for cover
i’m out to plug you & plug with 1 clip then another
you see these triggers we squeezin’ for unpredictable reasons
i’ll have you laying in alley ways for the sh+t you were speakin’
with this around my face, ready to run up in this place
with enough hot lead for all to get a taste
see, i’m a menace of a generation underrated
clipped up we know that heat was antic+p+ted

(chorus)
i’m here to let it bang with a clap of my heata
i’m here to let it rain when i spray the millameta
& when i do my thing, i bring it hot like a feva
& if you in my way my trigger finger’s gon’ see ya

[vect]
sat back in the darkness torching my fingertips with a lighter
so, i wouldn’t have fingerprints when i catch that piece of sh+t
trench on my body, walking like the grim reaper
hands clenching on my heater for violence i’m so eager
& if i see ya no f+cking way i’d wanna be ya
a villain in the witching hour on the edge of madness
i’ll leave you like your god on the ground completely abandoned
no last words because your mouth i will bash in
i seen the crimson moon in the darkened clouds
right then i knew i had to k!ll them all somehow
my mind is cynical & i don’t see it as a burden
why is k!lling in the name of passion called a murder?
i thought i heard your mouth with your cl!ck of folks mocking me
i need no better reason to punish people sh+t+talking me
it oughta be known to leave me the f+ck alone
you stomp on my warning; i’m inflicting you with holes
(chorus)

[the downriver rat]
i’m poppin’ off on b+tch+ass rookies try to post up
blaze ya like a sack of that cuche, you’re gettin’ smoked up
the teflon be my problem+solver
i’ll make swiss cheese out your body armor
it’s your worst nightmare live in the flesh
with that 4+5th i grip to put a hole in your chest
that, river rat sh+t, that straight up mob sh+t
that evil rap spit, wake up with your neck slit
la cosa nostra, like the 5 families
we can’t be hushed up, so don’t try banning me
the most hated, the most underrated
the most devastatin’ when i’m coming to take it all
the top spot, i’m taking your whole flock
i’m taking over your block & i’m working the spot til i die
i won’t lie, i know i’m c+cky as f+ck
that pistol grip, i empty a clip & ya smoking a blunt

- vect lyrics

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