Luh Bang Bang

[Verse 1: Omni]

(Aye LongBoy You Styling!)

You know all these broads they get flipped
Finna call up my doctor I need me a script
Yea I keep that stick I'm down to hit a lick
Yeah just send me the drop bitch we finna go spin on em (HUH?)
My niggas they ready to drill on em (HUH?)
I just pop two more pills I ain't feelin the one
All this trapping and scamming I made me a lot
My niggas some killas I don't know what you thought
What the fuck you sliding on
My dog brought me the drink so I gave em a bone
Got two twin Glocks yea I call em my clone
See two bad thots yea I'm finna go bone(UH)
The way sip on this drank feel Pimp C
My niggas ready dey gone slide to your city
Gotta big ass drake and dat bitch got titties
You don't fuck with me then why is you near me
Why the fuck you in my live lil bitch
I told you I ain't got no time lil bitch
My boy got a mask he disguised in the hit
These niggas be lying dey don't got no stick
Say my cup be so muddy just poured up a six
If I call up my blood he gone slide, He gone take yo shit
If I call up my Crip he gone take of your hat
Yea dat lil nigga stank I call him a black

[Verse 2: Teaz]

Omni hop out with the stick and go aim at your body he bout to go turn you to sandman(Yea! Yea!)
I walk in the spot and I'm jugging these niggas dey hating on me cause I feel like the bandman (Yea! Yea!)
And I'm to high inside the sky and I'm off these pills, I'm booted up just like a ceiling fan
Bitch you broke as fuck, you wack as fuck and you don't even got no dividends
He a hating ass nigga his opinion is invalid
I can tell you a fat broke bitch go an eat you a salad
And bitch my pockets on fat they like Khaled, but lil nigga we the best
I got so brand new seven point six two bullets bet it's gone rip through your head
And we gone two strand twist his whole crew fuck around knock off all they dreads
And bitch it's Teaz I'm known to go ride in a Hemi
Gotta Glock on my body I'm known to go ride with a Semi
And no I'm not talking bout Kel bitch Ima demon I go ahead and send him to hell
Bullets gone run through his chest I can already tell dat pussy boy he frail
Free all my motherfuckin brothers up out at that cage, free them up outta that cell
I got them hollows bet they go straight through his body
He crying bet he gone beg for his mommy (Yea! Yea!) (Yea! Yea!)
Give a fuck about your family tree, pull up to scene and gone ahead and go air out your Auntie
Fuck that nigga collective and fuck you to I'll pull up on his crew
55.6 bullets finna rip through his motherfuckin stomach and they gone hit him too. (Woah! Woah!)
I'm up in my mode bitch I'm up in inside my bag (BAG!)
I done swerved the coupe I crashed the coupe I hopped inside the Jag (JAG!)
All these niggas been hating on me cause I'm in first place bitch you in last (LAST!)
I put the pedal right to the medal cause I'm up on the scene bitch I'm on the gas (Yea Yea!)

(CRASH!)