Criiipa - Bang Lyrics

With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came

Coming with that fire stupid like I'm doused in lighter fluid
Said no one can flush lil buddy, bet that I can do it
Niggas bout as hard as level one
On my mama I stay on these tracks but I won't ever run
If he think he want that confrontation
Say less no conversation
Take it where he wanna take it
Make that boy a trauma patient
If you see me and I see you then you in ICU
I can't take a chance on none the f*ckery that might ensue
When I'm on that mic a foo all day like it's April 1st
Saying he gone lay me out but sucking when he lay that verse
Gone need to clean him and the scene go get a maid and nurse
Nigga thought he made a statement but he only made it worse
For the viewing public, now I'm at ya crew like f*ck it
Talking all that shit when on that court but score the fewest buckets
I swear these niggas do the most and still be doing nothin
Off with his coofy if he come through with that goofy bluffing

With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came

With a bright flash, right past all these niggas like yea
Moves like I'm Mick Jag, Smooth like I'm Mike Jack
If you get this pen pal promise you won't write back
Guarantee that if you do, won't nobody like that
I'm the crowd favorite
I won't let that child make it
He shouldna said nothing now a nigga at yo scalp, face it
Instilling some fear in ya
Know that boy a career ender
Put that lil boy in this here blender
Chop em into an obscure mixture
On a higher plane
You can't top what I arrange
Setting the mold and giving em gold, I feel like Johnny Dang
And I'm on the necks like I'ma chain
Think lil homie tryna flex, don't play them type of games
Hit all kind of vital veins
Put me a young nigga life in flames
If we battle, after bet I leave without the slightest stain
Sticks and stones are getting thrown but no nigga that is not a sprain
Anytime the criiipa rhyme you knowing that's a body mane

With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came
With a bang
I'm going out the way I came

Going out with a bang, going out (Going out)
Going out with a bang, going out (Going out)
Going out with a bang, going out (Going out)
Going out with a bang, going out (Going out)