Bang Nigga Nigga Bang Lyrics – YG

Bang Nigga Nigga Bang Lyrics - YG

Singer YG
Music YG

Sign Language Lyrics

We got heater, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, tres, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats, notes
Uncompromising quotes, tweakers on molly
In the hills living, glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie models on dope
Four double O now a nigga want the smoke
(West coast)

I’mma bang on bitch boys
Bentley trucks, g wagons, then his bitch toys
You ain’t say my name in that diss song
Bitch ass nigga that’s not a diss boy
It’s YG aka chin checker
Four hundred worth fifty million
I’m a rich stepper
Wow I might pop out in some leather or in
Some dickies like fuck your Margiela

Twist your fingers up
Bang nigga nigga bang
Throw up you gang
Bang nigga nigga bang
What set you claim
Bang nigga nigga bang
It’s all the same
Bang nigga nigga bang
Twist your fingers up
Bang nigga nigga bang
Throw up you gang
Bang nigga nigga bang
What set you claim
Bang nigga nigga bang
It’s all the same
Bang nigga nigga bang

Yeah, bang on em Mr. Gangster with
Designer on, get strange on em
I hang with the savages we got rank on em
Went from broke to rich I had to change on em
Cherry red I’m flamed up cherry red chucks
On gang blood we don’t do no head up’s
I’m the one they call when they get jammed up
Yelling free the gang, we don’t do handcuffs
Big drip, hoes tricks, glock nine
Long clips, bitch drip, pole gripped
On bloods I’m with a few crips
Fuck good, love hard
I’m burnt out, my love chart
Black trucks bulletproof, Them glocks on my security guard
Rich nigga six figures, ain’t shit you bitch nigga
Lit nigga, they pay me to pop shit nigga
A verse from me is like four or five bricks nigga
And at the video shoot I do this nigga

Twist your fingers up
Bang nigga nigga bang
Throw up you gang
Bang nigga nigga bang
What set you claim
Bang nigga nigga bang
It’s all the same
Bang nigga nigga bang
Twist your fingers up
Bang nigga nigga bang
Throw up you gang
Bang nigga nigga bang
What set you claim
Bang nigga nigga bang
It’s all the same
Bang nigga nigga bang

We got heater, smoke, drank, bitches
Fours, deuces, tres, switches
Riders, money, houses, boats, notes
Uncompromising quotes, tweakers on molly
In the hills living, glocks, scopes, chops with the switches
Ferraris, Richard Millie models on dope
Four double O now a nigga want the smoke
(West coast)