BANGIN HARD

[Intro]
BP the Producer
KP
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh
KP

[Chorus]
She bangin' hard
The shit I got is bangin' hard
I ran out and broke her heart
I ain't mean to break your heart, I'm sorry Auntie
It made her sad
She wan' shop wit Skywalk bad
Spot get hot I'm servin' bags

[Verse 1: KP Skywalka]
I broke the rules and wouldn't go to school so now I'm servin' glass
I went to school to fuck on all the hoes and even serve the class
My uncle heard my song he say I'm kirkin' wit my servin' ass
Work truck when we push the gas, ain't got no hussle push his ass
A nigga think he goin' take some from me, imma cook his ass
Nigga sell his soul out for a song he damn near shook his ass
Get money coolin' sittin' in the crack house I was hookin' class
My muva heard I'm runnin' with the shooters she wan' to whoop my ass
My fava heard I'm deep up in the streets, he wan to get me right
My bruva heard I'm bump head some niggas he wan' get me tight
I'm dead inside but livin' for my youngins my daughter she give me life
Like let a nigga think I told my muva that they gon give me life
Like uh, uh
Yeah, nigga

[Chorus]
She bangin' hard
The shit I got is bangin' hard
I ran out and broke her heart
I ain't mean to break your heart, I'm sorry Auntie (uh, uh)
It made her sad
She wan' shop wit Skywalk bad
Spot get hot I'm servin' bags

[Verse 2: Paco Panama]
I ain't mean to break ya heart, I'm sorry Auntie
But we sold out (Sorry Auntie)
She tried to make a scene I smacked her ass and told her roll out
I could never leave my projects when them other niggas sold out (305)
Bitch, we got this sewed up (sewed up)
I'm comin' Auntie, hold up (hold up)
Just finished cookin' bricks I washed my hands before I roll up (yeah)
Matter fact you know what, (you know what) nah, fuck that
Auntie, where my cup at?
All he rap about is fent'
All these street niggas love that shit
I thought he was a fan but he start asking where the drugs at

[Verse 3: Smoke Chapo]
Uhh uhh
Yeah, we sellin' hard
Niggas don't be selling shit these rap niggas be wellin' hard
Just to get her fix I watched Auntie empty her debit card
Just to get some drip I watched a hit go commit credit fraud
I done put so many pints in a rip my young niggas call me the drank god
I'm pushin' the whip and its quiet as shit this a Tesla it came with a key card
Got a 5-star bitch and a 5-star crib can't get in cause it came with a key fob
Niggas keep stealin' my drip keep claimin' my shit tryna' be but they can't cause they be fraud
Uh, uh, uh
Yeah nigga we movin' hard
We sellin' more white out than a mufuckin' school yard
These niggas out here broke as shit these niggas need bout' two jobs
I said these niggas need bout' two jobs