Let It Bang (让它爆炸吧) - A$AP Ferg/Schoolboy Q
Written by：Darold Brown/Lexus Lewis/Quincey Hanley
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to wu-tang fore walking in the jungle
Army jacket kitchen knife hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he getting tussles
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed lazy
F**k I want you
Tried to get a job
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
And they scream we got beef keef with the handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance of a riding soldier
Odb was his persona he was high on mars
40 ounce in this some marijuana
When grandma die from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster put that sh*t on god
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Bruh I miss my crack-head uncle
Sold him d**e in by the bundles
Drop down on him his own gun though
F**k about family where's my hundo
Fore my clip go knock knock zero
Fake ni**a talking bout q ain't real
18 slanging that coupe deville
Young young move that d**e
Young might get killed
Cause ain't paying my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutching that steel
More than those pills
Pistol under the sheet when I sleep
Body niggas I can do beats
I ain't talking bout my uncle this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a bili look cheap
I'm the reason why your momma od'd
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get the b**ches all up off these streets
Wonder why you rubbing up feet
If you got high off what I sold
Platinum when he on sh*t row
Big belly bottle I could still get trowed
Leave a ni**a flat till his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him with a hole in his skull
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let It Bang (让它爆炸吧) - A$AP Ferg/Schoolboy Q
Written by：Darold Brown/Lexus Lewis/Quincey Hanley
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to wu-tang fore walking in the jungle
Army jacket kitchen knife hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he getting tussles
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed lazy
F**k I want you
Tried to get a job
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
And they scream we got beef keef with the handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance of a riding soldier
Odb was his persona he was high on mars
40 ounce in this some marijuana
When grandma die from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster put that sh*t on god
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
And he will
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Bruh I miss my crack-head uncle
Sold him d**e in by the bundles
Drop down on him his own gun though
F**k about family where's my hundo
Fore my clip go knock knock zero
Fake ni**a talking bout q ain't real
18 slanging that coupe deville
Young young move that d**e
Young might get killed
Cause ain't paying my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutching that steel
More than those pills
Pistol under the sheet when I sleep
Body niggas I can do beats
I ain't talking bout my uncle this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a bili look cheap
I'm the reason why your momma od'd
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get the b**ches all up off these streets
Wonder why you rubbing up feet
If you got high off what I sold
Platinum when he on sh*t row
Big belly bottle I could still get trowed
Leave a ni**a flat till his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him with a hole in his skull
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
