Iz Avila - Got Dat Bang lyrics

[Intro] I had a dream about me dreamin' that I woke up I had a dream about us dreamin' and we woke up I had a dream about us dreamin' and we woke up The world woke up, get your work up [Verse 1: Bishop Lamont] Yup I'm going in, this will cost you cold ten It's been exhaustin on the journey avoidin' the coffin Finally I'm a win But once you win could be gone with the wind No telling when so I always got an encore like Win Never been a fan to drop this sh** just for the hell of it n***a I'm the truth, I forever stay relevant Don't keep up with the Jones', nor the Kardashians Jim's a scratch n***a, I give a f** about the fashion You and Mr Charles have read the chaws of takeout Laugh at you n***as on me, give you takeout I'm nice man, I'm Tyson before the wife-o start to like him I mean my main agreement a lie, gon shoot me now some Vicodin Yo plastic wrap is not even worth recyclin' I often dream of Alicia Keys, Cezarine Dikin [Hook] Think that you can do what I do how I do what I does But you can't and you still wishin you could Engine no. 9, n***as jet I'm feelin' fine Pretty swell, sick as ever, fly as hell how I get it They probly struggling and jugglin, regurgitatin a bunch of lame sh** Not me ah ah, I got the pain b**h turn me up until you almost blow your system Hands up, hands up, see what y'all been missin'? [Verse 2: Bishop Lamont] n***a I'm a G like you see in masonic lodges f** you rapper Rogers, hold me up Benk Bunk Rogers Line for line ahead of my time I guess that makes me a premie I've been right, never walkin about when you see me Market type is both Bane and the dark knight My excise precise I put a slice through your wind pipe No hype, I'm really that f**in' I'll You in shock like watchin' MTV and plug loadin hell Rebel swell, I raise hell, I'll start a riot Buy a bunch of bath salts and get them little kids to try it I'm ignorant, belligerent and overly too confident Congerian Jameson until I start to vomit I dry heave, I might bleed but I'm right back drinkin I know you like what the f** is he thinkin [Hook] [Outro] Aye Bishop why you tryna act like you're just a smooth boy on some smooth sh**? You know you a spam enchilada eatin' Pork chop sauce jerkin chicken, finger lickin' Purple drink drinkin' motherf**er like the rest of us We ain't even tryna hear that sh** from you The next song better be hard motherf**er Oh yea, know what I mean? We got some tortillas coming at ya Dig that?