FMB DZ Ft Skilla Baby & GlockBoyz TeeJaee – With A Bang Lyrics

With A Bang Lyrics by FMB DZ Ft Skilla Baby & GlockBoyz TeeJaee

[Intro]
(It’s Hokatiwi)

[Verse 1: FMB DZ]
Pull up with my AR-15, spittin’ shells out it
Amiri everything, never catch me in no bell-bottoms
Carti’ watch thirty thou’, my bitch Rollie another thirty
Pour me up, hurry up, I like my shit extra dirty
Brodie got a two-tone brick, that’s another birdy
Everywhere I go, I keep stick, I hope them niggas heard me
S-Class, big body, niggas don’t know shit ’bout it
My young niggas back to back in strikers, doin’ hits out ’em
Backwoods filled with Cry Baby make my eyes water
All you see is foreigns back to back, we don’t ride Chargers
Lot of fake shit been goin’ on, I’m beyond tired
Way before a nigga met Ghazi, I had an empire
I’ve been gettin’ blowed all day, I can’t get no higher
Give me ten thousand, well, don’t put my face on no flyer
Real nigga, certified, tell me when I ever lied
Stop me when I tell a fib, I talk ’bout shit I really did
Twenty thousand in my Nike Tech, got more than [?][0:47]
I don’t want some niggas on the way, it is what it is
Unc’ got a nigga in the gym, I been getting big
It’s a Glock on every nigga waist, we don’t do the SIGs
Send a nigga to a better place, won’t make it to the [?][0:58]
Hit him in his head, chest, leg, leg, chest, head
Still see red, boot me up, bring me more meds
I’m so deep in, I made a hundred last weekend
[Verse 2: GlockBoyz TeeJaee]
I got toolie on me now, in two pockets, that’s a forty
Another forty in my bag next to the Drac’ when I’m recording
I’m rich now, so many hoes be tryna fuck, I feel important
Man, you the type of nigga tell my bitch on me, your name Maury
[?][1:15] two choppers in the back, who you think drivin’?
Y’all want us ’cause we the ones who gettin’ out and get it poppin’
The other day, I almost popped one of my fans, forgot I’m poppin’
Man, I told brodie, “Touch the food,” he cook better than my mama
Man, boss nigga, never caught me hangin’ with no soft niggas
To keep it real, we get back whenever we lost niggas
When niggas die, niggas get get-back, niggas die again, that’s how it is
And we done did so much to niggas, I know they want revenge
[?] he knew my ass since I was a kid
Just ask the hood, we was poppin’ out with Glocks, not no SIGs
[?] neck froze, he just got his chain from out the fridge
Man, you a lame, you the type of nigga tell when you do the same thing

[Verse 3: Skilla Baby]
I just fucked two pussy niggas up, I’m a cheater
I got ten for any nigga bust a certified tweaker
How they know I’ll get a nigga smoked? My demeanor
Slid on ’em niggas in the M8, that’s a Beamer (Huh?)
My life a movie, I belong on Netflix
Tried to hit a nigga with my best switch in the X6
Heard dog was in the field, okay, catch this (Okay, catch this)
I brought the AR, not the Drac’, it got less kick (Baow)
I’m the type of nigga come outside when it’s beef
In the 580 gettin’ a massage from the seats (Seats)
I’m in the trenches everyday, I got linemen with me
In the striker, tryna put niggas on crime in the D (Huh?)