Bang Bang Bang ft. GIFTED

Y'all don't want it with us AyO G, this how we gonna get em right here

Listen, when the kids starve and shit get hard, that's when the hammers drawn

Steady in the palm, it's When it comes to the ones I love, it's me

And if mine's in harm's way, you better find a hideaway

By the way, when the pockets need a change, slugs fly and everybody die today

I'm sick with the throwaway, creepin' through the alleyway

Turn your brains into suflay split apart your tupae

With a kick, kick, push, I be callin' that my Lupe

Cut em all short, I be callin' that my Looce

Heaven on the runway, they'll find your body someday

I make em walk the plank like a model on the runway