Schoolboy Q - Let It Bang lyrics
[Skit - A$AP Ferg & ScHoolboy Q] Now like I was saying I used to go into motherf**ing, um, [?] club on Convent With slacks and shoes on, with the TEC-9 on Just - you know what I'm saying? Just scoping out for a bit Yeah, Psych, you used to have the TEC with the good pants Ya know we was just hungry like that Too tired of shooting in the air ‘cause I can't get my way and sh** [Intro - A$AP Ferg ] Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he get in tussles [Hook - A$AP Ferg] (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang [Verse 1 - A$AP Ferg] Lightpost workout, how he turned out Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out He screamed, "Lazy f**er, won't you try to get a job?" Block party where the hoochies turned out They would dance and sweat they perm out If they scream, "We got beef" he would handle with no prob Cologne and liquor was his odor Fragrance of a ridin' soldier ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars 40 ounce and then some marijuana When grandma died from pneumonia Now his life a roller coaster, put that sh** on God [Hook - A$AP Ferg] (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang (And he will) Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang [Verse 2 - ScHoolboy Q] Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle Sold him dope in by the bundles Draw down on him, his own gun though f** about family, where's my Hundo? 'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero Fake n***a talkin' 'bout Q ain't real 18 slangin' that Coupe Deville Young n***a, young n***a move that dope Young n***a might get k**ed Cuz ain't payin' my bills Heat make the beef get grilled 12 years clutchin' that steel Pop a n***a more than them pills Pistol under sheet when I sleep Body n***as like I do beats I ain't talkin' bout my uncle, this me Made another million this week Swagger make a Bentley look cheap I'm the reason why your momma ODed I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep Now you wanna talk about peace Pimpin' b**hes all in these streets Wonderin' why you rubbin' her feet If you got high off what I sold How his teeth platinum when he on sh** row? Big belly ballin' like I'm still gettin' throwed Leave a n***a flat 'til his body get towed Sad that the curb got closed Leave him with a hole in his skull [Hook - ScHoolboy Q] Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Let it bang Uh, yeah