My niggas be telling me to slow it down, and live my life at a steady pace
F*ck the shit nigga I'm in the rat race
Trying to break these bitches for a million, I gotta get it
I'm in the field with killers, and all my niggas with it
Sliding down on yo side, when we ride
Do-or-die niggas is foe-show to die
Tha' .45 show no mercy, saw that, nigga lurking
Pulled up on his side
F*ck him now let the bullets fly
It don't make me no nevermind
No matter how you brang 'em
My competition eradicate'em
I'm ready to slang'em, I bang'em
So miss me with that bullshit
I'm eager to switch up, and deadly on full clips
So tell me what you wanna do with-it
My Glock start spittin', I bet his body bleed swiftly
We caught him slipping
And where I'm from hommie snooze ya loose
Pay your dues mutherf*cker, cause ya ain't bulletproof
Gunshots and car crash
He dead?
I don't know, look like he still moving
I'm fixing hit this bitch again, watch out!
Approach with caution, yeah I'm f*cking up my foes, I murder them hoes
All of my enemies envy, whoopin' 'em as I blast
Ride off and I laugh, wondering how long it will it last. They gotta
Nigga really sitting scheming foe plenty
Pitiful mutherf*ckers envy, hand on my Glock
Murder them niggas if you temp me
My mind on my green, getting money cause crime pays
A crooked mind state, seeming to be the only way
CAN'T HANDLE THE STREES
Then stay low when I say so, riding full speeds, swerving blasting out my 4-doe
I murder them hoes, where there's money comes haters
I'm staying away from fakers only f*cking with real players
Plotted a scheme to make my enemies suffer
Screaming out as I blast - YEAH DIE MUTHERFUCKERS
Alone on my mission, to fill my pockets full of paper
Tha DA trying to catch a nigga on some felony cases
But I fade'em, they all out dated, graduated I know that they hate it
It's in the lord's hands and that's how HE f*ckin made it
So if you really wanna f*ck with me
I got a army of demon's ready to settle any f*cking beef
Remember kids, it's only music
Or is it
Laughs, laughs, laughs
KiloThaDawn - Bang'em Lyrics
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English
My niggas be telling me to slow it down, and live my life at a steady pace
F*ck the shit nigga I'm in the rat race
Trying to break these bitches for a million, I gotta get it
I'm in the field with killers, and all my niggas with it
Sliding down on yo side, when we ride
Do-or-die niggas is foe-show to die
Tha' .45 show no mercy, saw that, nigga lurking
Pulled up on his side
F*ck him now let the bullets fly
It don't make me no nevermind
No matter how you brang 'em
My competition eradicate'em
I'm ready to slang'em, I bang'em
So miss me with that bullshit
I'm eager to switch up, and deadly on full clips
So tell me what you wanna do with-it
My Glock start spittin', I bet his body bleed swiftly
We caught him slipping
And where I'm from hommie snooze ya loose
Pay your dues mutherf*cker, cause ya ain't bulletproof
Gunshots and car crash
He dead?
I don't know, look like he still moving
I'm fixing hit this bitch again, watch out!
Approach with caution, yeah I'm f*cking up my foes, I murder them hoes
All of my enemies envy, whoopin' 'em as I blast
Ride off and I laugh, wondering how long it will it last. They gotta
Nigga really sitting scheming foe plenty
Pitiful mutherf*ckers envy, hand on my Glock
Murder them niggas if you temp me
My mind on my green, getting money cause crime pays
A crooked mind state, seeming to be the only way
CAN'T HANDLE THE STREES
Then stay low when I say so, riding full speeds, swerving blasting out my 4-doe
I murder them hoes, where there's money comes haters
I'm staying away from fakers only f*cking with real players
Plotted a scheme to make my enemies suffer
Screaming out as I blast - YEAH DIE MUTHERFUCKERS
Alone on my mission, to fill my pockets full of paper
Tha DA trying to catch a nigga on some felony cases
But I fade'em, they all out dated, graduated I know that they hate it
It's in the lord's hands and that's how HE f*ckin made it
So if you really wanna f*ck with me
I got a army of demon's ready to settle any f*cking beef
Remember kids, it's only music
Or is it
Laughs, laughs, laughs
F*ck the shit nigga I'm in the rat race
Trying to break these bitches for a million, I gotta get it
I'm in the field with killers, and all my niggas with it
Sliding down on yo side, when we ride
Do-or-die niggas is foe-show to die
Tha' .45 show no mercy, saw that, nigga lurking
Pulled up on his side
F*ck him now let the bullets fly
It don't make me no nevermind
No matter how you brang 'em
My competition eradicate'em
I'm ready to slang'em, I bang'em
So miss me with that bullshit
I'm eager to switch up, and deadly on full clips
So tell me what you wanna do with-it
My Glock start spittin', I bet his body bleed swiftly
We caught him slipping
And where I'm from hommie snooze ya loose
Pay your dues mutherf*cker, cause ya ain't bulletproof
Gunshots and car crash
He dead?
I don't know, look like he still moving
I'm fixing hit this bitch again, watch out!
Approach with caution, yeah I'm f*cking up my foes, I murder them hoes
All of my enemies envy, whoopin' 'em as I blast
Ride off and I laugh, wondering how long it will it last. They gotta
Nigga really sitting scheming foe plenty
Pitiful mutherf*ckers envy, hand on my Glock
Murder them niggas if you temp me
My mind on my green, getting money cause crime pays
A crooked mind state, seeming to be the only way
CAN'T HANDLE THE STREES
Then stay low when I say so, riding full speeds, swerving blasting out my 4-doe
I murder them hoes, where there's money comes haters
I'm staying away from fakers only f*cking with real players
Plotted a scheme to make my enemies suffer
Screaming out as I blast - YEAH DIE MUTHERFUCKERS
Alone on my mission, to fill my pockets full of paper
Tha DA trying to catch a nigga on some felony cases
But I fade'em, they all out dated, graduated I know that they hate it
It's in the lord's hands and that's how HE f*ckin made it
So if you really wanna f*ck with me
I got a army of demon's ready to settle any f*cking beef
Remember kids, it's only music
Or is it
Laughs, laughs, laughs
Writer: Keeley Wilkinson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid