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BANG BANG (feat. theKD, Ano, Greek & Kristijan "63") Video (MV)






Stew - BANG BANG (feat. theKD, Ano, Greek & Kristijan "63") Lyrics




Hahahaha
STEW, yeah
I don't know why you're trying to say I'm not good or something
Aye

Wild black n mild, in my head thinking about the future
Tryna f*ck the game over like it's Karma Sutra
I've been going for the ring like I play for the Hoosiers
They only 'member first, don't talk about the losers

Uh, get in my way, bang bang
Give me the ball or go hard in the paint, yeah
Don't give a f*ck what you think
You jazzing my armor, ain't making a chink, yeah
Straight from the Pot yeah
Burning the place you can't stop us
Nah, wouldn't get into our way
We serving the beef up proper

I don't bang but let it bang if you coming close
I got daughters, bruddas, sistas
I ain't got no self control
You niggas goofy bro
Treat raps like movie roles
You niggas lose me bro, huh
Bunch of jokers
I'm a ace like luffy bro
These flows is patented
Word and flow my science
When I speak it's silent
Ballin like I'm Zion
Flier than some peli peli
Hol' up they ain't ready ready
Hold the game, f*ck it steady
Taking names, this shit heavy
Ain't the one name ain't Headie

Wild black n mild, in my head thinking about the future
Tryna f*ck the game over like it's Karma Sutra
I've been going for the ring like I play for the Hoosiers
They only 'member first, don't talk about the losers

Ayo
Would tip black, I'mma take that hit
Road to the top, I'mma make that trip
Money on the table but I make that flip
This you dog, yeah we make them hits
Step to the plate and the gang don't miss
Dog we can hang and the slang so sick
Step in the rang with a belt and a chain
Pounding on my chest while I'm yelling bang bang
Couldn't you ever believe it we blowing in Cleveland
We cooking in Phoenix the method is genius
We rolled up our sleeves, and we put in the work
And give it to ziggy and they get to twerking
Tell a motherf*cker that he really ain't do this
All claims suspect fruitless proofless
Banging on 'em every single second I get
Yelling bang bang bitch never forget
Never forget

Quiet nigga, don't make me pop off
No pinata when we knock your block off
Calm now but I will go Crocker
Keep talking, it'll make you look baka
Whoah
Did it in Cleveland I showed out in Phoenix
You pick my opponents, I'm still undefeated
The view is so scenic, I go through the ring
And I stay in my bag without lifting a finger
Yeah people want to talk that talk
But when it come down to it they don't ever walk that line
Always want to hop on a track just to cap stop fronting
You ain't ever held that 9
If I said it then I meant it, uh
If I start it I'll finish, uh
My heart stuck on tennis
If we let it spray then we'll leave no witness
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Hahahaha
STEW, yeah
I don't know why you're trying to say I'm not good or something
Aye

Wild black n mild, in my head thinking about the future
Tryna f*ck the game over like it's Karma Sutra
I've been going for the ring like I play for the Hoosiers
They only 'member first, don't talk about the losers

Uh, get in my way, bang bang
Give me the ball or go hard in the paint, yeah
Don't give a f*ck what you think
You jazzing my armor, ain't making a chink, yeah
Straight from the Pot yeah
Burning the place you can't stop us
Nah, wouldn't get into our way
We serving the beef up proper

I don't bang but let it bang if you coming close
I got daughters, bruddas, sistas
I ain't got no self control
You niggas goofy bro
Treat raps like movie roles
You niggas lose me bro, huh
Bunch of jokers
I'm a ace like luffy bro
These flows is patented
Word and flow my science
When I speak it's silent
Ballin like I'm Zion
Flier than some peli peli
Hol' up they ain't ready ready
Hold the game, f*ck it steady
Taking names, this shit heavy
Ain't the one name ain't Headie

Wild black n mild, in my head thinking about the future
Tryna f*ck the game over like it's Karma Sutra
I've been going for the ring like I play for the Hoosiers
They only 'member first, don't talk about the losers

Ayo
Would tip black, I'mma take that hit
Road to the top, I'mma make that trip
Money on the table but I make that flip
This you dog, yeah we make them hits
Step to the plate and the gang don't miss
Dog we can hang and the slang so sick
Step in the rang with a belt and a chain
Pounding on my chest while I'm yelling bang bang
Couldn't you ever believe it we blowing in Cleveland
We cooking in Phoenix the method is genius
We rolled up our sleeves, and we put in the work
And give it to ziggy and they get to twerking
Tell a motherf*cker that he really ain't do this
All claims suspect fruitless proofless
Banging on 'em every single second I get
Yelling bang bang bitch never forget
Never forget

Quiet nigga, don't make me pop off
No pinata when we knock your block off
Calm now but I will go Crocker
Keep talking, it'll make you look baka
Whoah
Did it in Cleveland I showed out in Phoenix
You pick my opponents, I'm still undefeated
The view is so scenic, I go through the ring
And I stay in my bag without lifting a finger
Yeah people want to talk that talk
But when it come down to it they don't ever walk that line
Always want to hop on a track just to cap stop fronting
You ain't ever held that 9
If I said it then I meant it, uh
If I start it I'll finish, uh
My heart stuck on tennis
If we let it spray then we'll leave no witness
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Writer: CHRIS MEDINA, GEDRIN JOELY MOREL, JENN MOREL, PATRICK NISSLEY, JARED PICCONE, TROY HINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, CTM Publishing

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