Talley Of 300 - Bang Bang lyrics

Note: If you want to correct a lyric that is either incorrect or unidentified, please edit the lyric yourself using "Shift+L" rather than annotating the correction [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! [Verse 1: J Real & Talley of 300] I'm duckin' the feds Still strapped with my Glock cause the opps want me dead f**ed up in my head Got shot in the neck, but now that n***a dead You heard what I said You think this a game? Well come on and play it I'm hoppin' out sprayin' I pop tops like a can Leave your mama prayin' 30 and that 40 50 in that FN Nina Uh If I can get next to you then I can get next to [?] If you don't got my bands, then someone gettin' stretched again Kickin' in a door, lifting up my pole, then I'm steppin' in I get that, that click clack, got kickback, 3 ninjas If he in the crowd, when that 50 spit, then [?], he injured I wish n***as would, I swing choppers, like lumberjacks, then timber If your foot soldiers want war, then I'm gon' send shells, that's Splinter A lot of choppin' and flippin' These n***as poppin' like b**hes Soon as he jump, it's like bungee, but bodies drop, that's the differenceAnd these just not my n***as, it's more than gang gang gang If they say let's ride, then I'ma slide and it's bang bang bang bang, b**h, bang bang! [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! [Verse 2: $avage & No Fatigue] Savage with a dollar sign, cause I'm runnin' up a check But when I shoot, bang bang, nothin' but the neck 30 in the clip and it got one up in the net I'm aiming at you turnin' up, television set Pull up on your block, tinted windows, black pane They sayin', "Who's that" like I'm playin' for the Saints Come up with my jacket, double breasted, Max Payne Finna k** a brother like I'm Abel and Kain Smoke 'em like some Jane All black like Bruce Wayne Then I take off like a plane His homie said look out, like a window when it bang These shots got no fatigue, it's too late, it hit his brain Homie tried to run, [?], yeah he get the same I blow like [?], caught him with the range, left him by his range I probably hit his main, then I rock the shirt, say it fit the same Shorty it's not a game, shoot him like a picture, put him in a frame [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! [Verse 3: Montana of 300] I make b**hes in your city scream like [?] If you see me, come get with me if you really with the sh**s I don't internet like Drizzy and Meek Milly with this sh** Curtis Jackson in my ratchet I got 50 in my clip If I give your a** a day, you won't live to see the fame You want to explain, but I want to see your brains Been there, done that, you don't want none of that co*k my gun back, let it bang I be with a bunch of crooks, n***a One in the neck, like a crook, n***a When I come around, open up a round, like a hook, n***a Slide on them squares, like a rook, n***a All headshots, yearbook, n***a Blowin' like a ref, with this f**in' tec Like a f**in' chef, I cook n***as Body bag him up, like some kush, n***a Wet that p**y up, that's [?], n***a Got your day one homies, all shook, n***a Now they talkin' 'bout, he was a good n***a Whatchu know 'bout standing in the cold waitin' 'Bout to give it to him, like a donation Gun clappin', like a standing ovation Been droppin' n***as, no probation Squad [Hook: Montana of 300] Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang! Every time I come around your city, bang bang! Everything, no less than 50, bang bang! You better hide, you know I'ma slide, bang bang! When I ride it's gon' be a homicide, bang bang!