Bang Bang

[Intro: Problem & DJ Drama] Bang Whaat See me myself Let me up in and I bet i'll make this thing bang Only time I'm really in the streets, is when you hear me on this fly shit You know I'm from the hood, so all my homies bang I'll be at the studio but when it come to them streets, oh I got some niggas that'll go! Diamond Lane! [Verse 1: Problem] Sippin' on tequila With some señoritas All these hoes ratchet but they acting like divas Come through speed, hoes all looking Boy watch your threads, you'll get your life tooken Goons ride like a roller, Push green like a stroller Cold as Minnesota bitch hotter than Tacoma Keep paper like folds Who want the same thing? Girl let me hit the thang-thang Bet I make you bang-bang [Chorus: Problem] You know I'm out the hood all my homies bang-bang You know how I do it, all my shit bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang And when I'm up in it you know it's goin' bang [Verse 2: Bad Lucc] I make that pussy go bang (bang) She rode me like a train I go crazy deep and it insane Oh mama that bitch can't hang I beat it like a case She squirted in my face She laughed when she did it Until I swam in it Looked her in her eye gave her everything she needed I call that thing kunta because that pussy i defeated Lucky lucky git Baby let me warn ya' I worked that body like some shit straight off of Pornhub She lookin' crazy but I'm running California In diamond lane dick straight up haunt ya' Put that on your kids, you didn't run little mama she done Told her sit on my face, better yet jump on this tongue "Got 'em crazy, he shady" is what they say when he done Make that pussy gangbang on the hood she the one [Chorus: Problem] You know I'm out the hood all my homies bang-bang You know how I do it, all my shit bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang And when I'm up in it you know it's goin' bang [Verse 3: The Game] It's a reason why they put me last Problem riding shotgun, Bad Lucc on the gas Four pipes hangin' out the ass C-Compton for real, you ain't gotta ask That's the turf nigga, roll the grass World star knockout king, nigga fuck or pass Unless you bang what I'm banging I'm repping Cedars put you in Cedars, don't look at my chain I tell the waiter hurry up them guns is very us Got my shooters in this bitch nigga Steph Curry(ed) up Golden State Warriors is back putting hoes in your snapback clack like that You ain't never met a muhfucker rap like that Sold 12 million records still strapped like that And niggas say they want a problem in the back You ain't even know I had Problem in the blacklist [Chorus: Problem] You know I'm out the hood all my homies bang-bang You know how I do it, all my shit bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang, Bang And when I'm up in it you know it's goin' bang