Styles P - B N Banger lyrics

[Hook: Ma**pike Miles] I put the B in Banger Used to getting money n***a no I'm no stranger to the hustle Strapped up like the raider from the tomb Boss of my platoon I do sh** you boys never do I'm known in the streets as a n***a that done did it Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted Trust me you can get it, ye n***a you can get it Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf**er bang, bang, bang ​ [Verse 1: Chubby Jag] My gun ill, I'm the sick man I'm turnt up I'm on one like a kick stand The rich man couple diamonds in the wrist band Catch you on the stool holme, shootin' til the clip jam The shotty blow out the n***a body like a stick man The pound blow make them drown slow, quick sand I ride rough like drag on n***as ye I smash on n***as Pour gas on n***as, then I blast on n***as You don't got it then I'm taking his Used to hustle with the Knicks holme, Jason Kidd Fifteen for sixteen that's sixteen Double that I'm grown now, I told you I get cream You dig me, dirty n***a but my kicks clean Hustle hard I'm nice with the price but my strip mean Blastin' hoes, cla**ic foes n***as clap until the casket close Round here, we let it bang ​ [Hook: Ma**pike Miles] I put the B in Banger Used to getting money n***a no I'm no stranger to the hustle Strapped up like the raider from the tomb Boss of my platoon I do sh** you boys never do I'm known in the streets as a n***a that done did it Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted Trust me you can get it, ye n***a you can get it Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf**er bang, bang, bang ​ [Verse 2: Styles P] I'm back out riding Gun to your head but at the center like Bynum Shotgun with the shotgun seat reclining I pop up on n***as let it off Close shop up on n***as, affection Stay in the cut on n***as, I'm in a whole 'nother section I could look in the mirror in my reflection moves like inception Extraordinary gentleman what more can I say Got the picture in the cut like Dorian Gray I'm a shooter like Allan Quatermain I give you morning pain, first page in the hard n***a hall of fame Dwayne the Rock on the beat Ask me how it goes, I make it pop on the streets Probably in the spot for a week One eye open with the Glock when I sleep ​ [Hook: Ma**pike Miles] I put the B in Banger Used to getting money n***a no I'm no stranger to the hustle Strapped up like the raider from the tomb Boss of my platoon I do sh** you boys never do I'm known in the streets as a n***a that done did it Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted Trust me you can get it, ye n***a you can get it Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf**er bang, bang, bang ​ [Verse 3: Chubby Jag] I let the thang blam, they call me the Rain Man I'm out of bullets get 'em hung n***a hangman You get me hang it up, it's problems I flame it up Bang it up, snap back, long T banger tuck Chubby, my block pitching ye I got pigeons I'm into cooking I f** with b**hes that got kitchens If I can't find Jordan then I'll ride Pippen I leave 'em bloody and skin red like Rob Griffin, home real stick The shotty blast you gon' see the body bags Men in black no Will Smith, real sh** Used to grind and we still grind Beefing when we grill time, full metal steel time n***as getting stole on, tryna steal mine co*k back, peel mine tape 'em up real time Chubby, the mask on and beretta's bang Sound clear holme? 'round here we gon' let it bang ​ [Hook x2: Ma**pike Miles] I put the B in Banger Used to getting money n***a no I'm no stranger to the hustle Strapped up like the raider from the tomb Boss of my platoon I do sh** you boys never do I'm known in the streets as a n***a that done did it Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted Trust me you can get it, ye n***a you can get it Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf**er bang, bang, bang