Banger (Moshpit)

ScHoolboy Q

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    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Bangers
    Biddy bye-bye
    Fool... Fuss all your block, you get [?] on your block, yawk!

    Grab your brownie sit the party
    Shake the party break the party
    Murder party leave the body tell nobody
    Put it down, figg side rip ride
    Groove line wig line shots fired knock knock yawk
    You ain't really bout that you don't want to see a glock out
    You a pussy ass nigga you be hoping for a cop out
    Got a nine and a clip put a nine on your hip
    Keep talking that shit, knock 5 on your lip

    G-ride ski masks colored rags contraband in bags
    Focused on enemies in jags big sips out our flasks
    We faded who next to get famous
    Them bangers get banging that barrell keep changing like click click
    Shit, I wish a nigga would, feeling fucking good
    Crack and scramble up your hood get it understood
    I could have cuhz leaking blood
    Personal as fuck at your door drop you on your rug

    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Bangers
    Biddy bye-bye
    Fool... Fuss all your block, you get [?] on your block, yawk!
    Ain't nothing sweet about rumbling with beasts
    You don't need water to travel through the seas
    Unravel the backwoods and crumble up the trees nigga please
    Your skull missing now homie feel the breeze
    These bullets burning gon' be hard for you to breathe

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    These bullets burning damn near possible to bleed
    Off that alcohol that nozzle flammable
    Beef I prey on my preyer react like animal
    Pussy, I split you like camel toe
    My shoelaces matching my flannel
    We be loading up ammo
    Ya'll be making them channels
    Yellow tape by them candles

    Gang members with killing sprees on our agendas
    Real niggas fingers on nickel-plated 9 triggers
    Facial expressions say surrender when that iron enter
    Lay back recline nigga
    Access denied nigga
    Refrigerate ziploc and all genders
    Rather crip or piru hoes get it too

    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Bangers
    Biddy bye-bye
    Fool... Fuss all your block, you get [?] on your block, yawk!
    Ya'll really into talking we with that bullshit
    Them shots is steady sparking we on that bullshit
    Your hood gon' hear them sirens we did that bullshit

    My 50 niggas wildin' we bout that bullshit
    You know atlanta with that bullshit
    New york to miami with that bullshit
    You know chicago with that bullshit
    Kansas city down to new orleans with that bullshit
    Texas to alabama with that bullshit
    Boston and cats from philly with that bullshit
    Arizona to seattle they with that bullshit
    Warn your mama california we 'bout that bullshit

    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Boom shaka-laka boom boom shaka-laka
    Bangers
    Biddy bye-bye
    Fool... Fuss all your block, you get [?] on your block, yawk!

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