Letra Bang Glasses Malone

Bang

Ah
Ah
Real, real hard like
Nah mean?
Pittsburgh, Watts, California
East side, nigga
What up?
Yeah
Ha
These niggas don't really know about this shit
Ha
These niggas really don't claim this shit
Nah
Or bang this shit
Yeah
What's good, though, nigga?
My nigga J-Haze, Indo Bop, G-motherfuckin'-Malone, nigga
Fuckboys already know the deal
Check it out

Top down (Top down), music up (Music up)
AC on like I ain't cool enough (Cool enough)
Got a couple hard stares, so I threw it up (Threw it up)
Mayne, I wish a nigga would and watch me do my stuff (Do it)
You know the deal (Know the deal), nigga deal with it (Deal with it)
Street certified (Real), that mean I'm real with it (Real)
That mean I'm really really with that bullshit (Bullshit)
German MAC-milli with a full clip (Blow)
Yeah I'm rockin' like Rocket off of Colors, nigga (Yeah)
Catch Hightop, I'm knockin' out the colors, nigga (Get 'em)
Why you CMB like, "Fuck it, nigga"? (Fuck it)
Bust out the pen (What?) like it's a bucket, nigga (Ha)
Buck eighty (Buck eighty), make the pig swerve (Swerve)
'Cause I don't like pork, what up Pittsburgh?
Black and yellow (Black and yellow), meet the purp and gold (Yeah)
And I ain't leavin' 'til the last pound of purp is sold (Ha)

Throw your shit up (Throw it up), what you claim, nigga? (What?)
Let your flag hang (Damn), bang, nigga (Bang)
Street certified (Yeah), now what you sayin', nigga? (What?)
Let your nuts hang, bang, nigga (Bang)
Throw your shit up, what you claim, nigga? (Throw it up)
Let your flag hang, bang, nigga (Bang)
Street certified (Damn), now what you sayin', nigga? (What?)
Let your nuts hang, bang, nigga (Bang)

Call me Bill Gates (Yeah), slangin' Microsoft (Soft)
Brang a three-sixty when Nicki had never ménaged (Yeah)
Show-off gang, I'm the boss, move away, like Diana Ross
When hoes see my chain, they be like, "Oh my God"
You'll get tossed off the roof (Tossed)
My words that pollute, MAC gotcha, too
Pistol whip you while you're rappin' in the booth (Yeah, yeah)
Show-off gang, Young Money, L-O-C
You lil' niggas, follow me (Follow me)
My mob's deep, causin' havoc, I'm a prodigy (Yeah)
Oh, she's cheatin' on you? With probably me (Me)
You still playin' chess? This is Monopoly
Why you chasin' bitches? I'm out buyin' your property (Yeah)
Stop it, G, that ain't your life (Yeah)
You blog and type, I'll end you right (Murked)
Cameras in your face (Yeah) and this ain't Skype (Nah)
My niggas stay on duty like the stripes in sights
Mothafucka

Throw your shit up (Throw it up), what you claim, nigga? (What?)
Let your flag hang (Damn), bang, nigga (Bang)
Street certified (Yeah), now what you sayin', nigga? (What?)
Let your nuts hang, bang, nigga (Bang)
Throw your shit up, what you claim, nigga? (Throw it up)
Let your flag hang, bang, nigga (Bang)
Street certified (Damn), now what you sayin', nigga? (What?)
Let your nuts hang, bang, nigga (Bang)