YNW Melly's track dives deep into the harsh realities of street life and the bravado often associated with it. Through vivid imagery and aggressive language, Melly portrays a world where survival often depends on toughness and the readiness to confront challenges head-on. The repeated references to pulling up and confrontations underscore a theme of readiness for conflict, while also highlighting the disparities between those who merely talk tough and those who act. It's a raw reflection on the risks and behaviors born out of necessity in a high-stakes environment. #StreetLife #RealTalk
Bang Bang
Lyrics
Ayy, look, know what I'm sayin, I'm straight out the mud
I be grinding like I'm still poot
You know what I'm saying?
That's what you gotta keep doing out here
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yee, you hear me?
YNW Melly
You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up
Yeah, yeah, until we pulling up
These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up
Bang bang with the pistol, it go bang bang
We are not the same, I bang broad day
Get yo ass, now yo ass like Stranger Things
I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things
She ain't wanna listen to a nigga CD
Big blood, big blood, shoutout GD
Oh god yeah, can you see me?
I was with your main bitch taking a selfie
Selfie, selfie, she think I'm healthy
Hunnid round on the pistol, you'd think I'm killing
Oh damn, oh damn, gimmie your billie
Address, we gonna pull up with them techs nigga
Techs nigga, what the fuck you saying nigga?
Spraying nigga, fucking up your plans nigga
Bands nigga, running up them bands nigga
Glock with a .22 clip fuck them hands nigga
I ain't tryna throw no motherfucking hands boy
Running out there, please don't try to get in the van, yeah
And I wanna get 'em 'cause I'm rolling, yeah
Choppa with a dick, and it's swollen
I'm swollen, I'm golden, I think that I need just chill 'cause I'm way too damn hot
And these hoes wanna get up
Yeah, they tryna get up
We killed a couple times so, Lord, just please forgive us
And all these niggas in this stolen car got a body
And all these niggas in this stolen car on a Molly
Except for me, you know I like to do it when I'm sober
I gotta keep composure, I slump a nigga over, gang
You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up
Yeah, yeah, until we pulling up
These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up
Bang bang with the pistol, it go bang bang
We are not the same, I bang broad day
Get yo ass, now yo ass like Stranger Things
I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things
I-I-I was sleeping, now I'm woke again
They see it blowin' but I guess this shit broke again
A nigga speaking real heat like a frying pan
These nigga talking like they with it, we gon' find your friend
You lil' boy in the cut wanna spin the vans
And your main bitch wanna fuck, we tryna split her ends
Fuck that thot, she got way too much baggage
Big Glock, and I ain't even bragging
Ooh, I'm super fly like I'm Aladdin
Ooh, watch for the copper, it is satin
Ooh, these niggas talk like they with that
Pussy boy fuck with me you get your wig snatched
Pussy boy fuck with me you get your wig snatched
Melly wilding in a stolen with a big MAC
No cap, this suppressor, but its flash suppressed
Nigga talking like they with it, now your out to get me
Where you at and what ya did, we don't know pussy
Leave ya ass somewhere inside of your mamas bushes
Fuck boy, I'm in your daddy bushes with it
Loading up the semi, busting at your feetie
You nigga talking but I'm still a fucking goat
You nigga mad cause they ain't even on no boat
I'm tryna get it and these bitches snorting coke
It's a party at the penthouse, she doing coke now
You niggas talking like you with it 'til we pulling up
Yeah, yeah, until we pulling up
These niggas talking like they with it 'til we pulling up
Bang bang with the pistol, it go bang bang
We are not the same, I bang broad day
Get yo ass, now yo ass like Stranger Things
I'm an alien, these bitches think I'm Stranger Things
Fuck your money printer, baby, I'm Prancer
Hopping out the coupe, turn a nigga into a Dancer
Turn you to a stripper with this motherfucking glizzy
Pussy boy, you played with the wrong nigga, thinking I'm a bitch, I'm a soldier
Tell your main bitch bend it over, yoga
I don't give a fuck what you 'posed to be
Niggas always tryna hit a niggas with a lecture
Pussy, we done got away with murder, shut the fuck up
Boy, you say you with it but the pistol always tucked up
I'ma show my shit 'cause if a nigga try, what bruh?
Trying what, bruh? You got me fucked up
If they come for me inside the booth, I'm go max-it
If they come for me inside the booth, I might go exit
If they come for me inside the booth, I'm go max-it
If they come for me inside the booth, I might go exit
If they come for me inside the booth, I'm go max-it
Writer(s): Aliaume Damala Badara Thiam, Cornell Haynes, Giorgio H. Tuinfort, Jamell Demons, Jermaine Smith
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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