Bang Video (MV)

I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like n***a yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack

Backwood rappin
I'm not cappin
Imma beat it like I'm Michael Jackson
I get geeked and then I start relaxin
Backwood Szn, yeah this s**t a classic
I can't stop smoking these backwoods
My mama told me this s**t a habit
My b***h so bad and I'm living lavage
She call me dad I don't have a carriage
My rocks got carrots like bunny rabbit
He show her off I already had it
I smoke myself out don't need to match it
I don't have time on I need a patek
You hit my line you can get the static
I'm on her mind but she too dramatic
I gotta rhyme if I don't I'm slackin
I shoot the nine I'm already packin'

I was just f****n for a week
You can't tell me nothing imma beast
My hands itchin imma eat
See my sweat glands running from a freak
Get the dust pan, b***h imma sweep
I'm the best man, get out my seat
I shoot wit my left hand that's 3
I know a couple mexicans gimme quarter key
Switch the flow up cause n****s be stealing that s**t
And I ain't really even feeling that s**t
I work my b*tch out now she feelin active
I never see a drought, imma rap til I miss
She lying for some clout
She a rat she a snitch
I'm all up in her mouth
I'm a snack, imma chip
Take the s**t up in the house
Imma stash all the kids
I'm hipped right now
Every beat is my b***h
You can get whipped now
Like this beat and s**t
Freaks at the house
But I never have a kid

I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like n***a yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack

I used to break in cars bust the window out the door
Like n***a yeah I want that
I used to come home late
Call my grandma on the phone leave the key under the doormat
I was bussin wit the kay
While you was at home
You was playin mortal combat
I stand in line for the jays
I was trappin on a phone
I was waiting for a dubsack