[Intro]

Banger

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[Verse 1]

They in my business, they tryna treat me like a menace, they tryna turn me down

You know I'm different, I'm walking around with my skinnies, I'm Saint Laurent down

Saying he stayed but that nigga had got off the table so we had to calm down

Come to the 'Raq with a rack, you think I'm dramatic, you niggas get shot down

Went outta town, they say I had a warrant for a murder, that shit gotta die down

I'm like ta-da, nigga had put up his work, that nigga had got down

Can't hide no body around, can't hide no thotty around, 'cause niggas gon' bail out

When he was balling, I had to go sit down and wait on my turn before we had fell out

And I was standing my ground, I ain't have nobody around, I'm fighting assault

I had a deadly weapon, I had a Smith and Weston, but I got caught

I got Sam for all my cases, you know damn well he getting me off

Better do hair and nails, you better go pull off a scam to get me out

I did street shit to a street nigga and every time let him get caught

I had a best friend with a best friend, she a lesbian on dope

I got my gas in, I went to the Westin, I ain't go to the Trump

Keep it a buck, I was just listening to Gucci and Jeezy, I ain't listen to Pump

You a killer, you ride with wolves

Why you tell on me, not into it?

Park the car, they gon' jump out the door

Catch 'em slipping, you get a reward

And they snatching my people for it

Got the keys, Alicia know it

Geeking, Addy up, hitting the wood

In that cat with the Drac' out the door

[Chorus]

Oh, woah, woah

Why you telling niggas we into it?

Why you telling niggas we going to war?

I don't even know about them boys (Oh, woah, woah)

Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars

We ain't tryna make peace with them boys

Niggas know [?] dead and they (Woah, woah, woah)

Whenever it's war, then you gotta move

You send in your homie, you cut on the news

And I don't even talk, I'm so confused (Woah, woah, woah)

You getting indicted from the computer

I don't even talk about no rumors

I pay rent, they in my [?] (Oh, woah, woah)

[Verse 2]

In the trenches, you don't get a scholarship

A delivery, you sold to the cop or some

You remember, you hop in the car with them

Chase some hoes, you know I ain't gon' bother them

On parole, on the road with my partner 'nem

You reload, reload, get outta there

He ain't got it, you know that he outta there

Inside the track, it's a red car

No cap, and I'm rapping my ass off

Sipping a four with my pants off, making me feel like a grandpa

You can go have you a shootout, don't mean you ain't a killer, 'cause you ain't gon' land one

Nigga be bringing up pushing, be around bushes, I'ma go lay in one

Nigga be pussy, bringing up shit they ain't do, that's why I don't be saying nun'

Back in the day, with his mask and his MAC in his lap, we ain't toting no handgun

Back in the day, with his head in his lap from the MAC, I went to Cancun

I didn't report last time I went to court, I took my last room

Hop on the back of the Benji, I want some candy

When you be bringing up high speed, you need a red key

I'm the type to hop on a flight with a warrant, you gotta catch me

I'm the type to pop me a pill with a orange juice, don't catch me

[Chorus]

Oh, woah, woah

Why you telling niggas we into it?

Why you telling niggas we going to war?

I don't even know about them boys (Oh, woah, woah)

Nah, we ain't tryna squash no wars

We ain't tryna make peace with them boys

Niggas know [?] dead and they (Woah, woah, woah)

Whenever it's war, then you gotta move

You send in your homie, you cut on the news

And I don't even talk, I'm so confused (Woah, woah, woah)

You getting indicted from the computer

I don't even talk about no rumors

I pay rent, they in my [?] (Oh, woah, woah)

[Outro]

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