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bang dat heat - gmk (rapper) lyrics

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, since back in the g, ayy (and everybody with me gon’ bang that heat)
ayy, ayy, since back in the g
ayy, ayy, ayy, since back in the g

[chorus]
i been trappin’ since back in the g
sold pack in the north, sold crack in the beans
i take it out, that’s a traffickin’ fee (a traffickin’ fee)
i don’t make it flip, then i’m trappin’ for free
he want a zip, but i don’t sell weed no more (but i don’t sell weed no more), i smoke, n*gga, this all me
she want her hair did, she don’t suck d*ck no more, gotta f*ck, baby, ain’t sh*t free (ayy)
could’ve been a lemon, n*gga, ain’t sh*t sweet (ain’t sh*t sweet)
i don’t really feel a n*gga, bang that heat (bang that heat)
we on the same sh*t, gang sh*t, everybody bangin’ at the table, n*gga, save me a seat (n*gga, save me a seat)
i seen a lot of n*ggas cryin’ when they hitman dyin’, come slide, n*gga, swing my street
gotta be lyin’, say he ran up on the gang, he lyin’, if he with it, he gon’ bang that heat (bang that heat)
[verse]
ayy, bang that heat, n*gga, bang that heat (bang that heat)
y’all really want some features, n*gga, just pay that fee (just pay that fee)
if i miss from out the car, then we jump out, now we on feet (baow, baow, baow, baow)
i k!ll a rapper, that’s shootin’ a star, gotta make a wish, let ksoo free
would make a diss, but the n*gga police (but the n*gga police)
would send a blitz, but the feds on beat
i ain’t even living like that ’cause i know this finna go in my file, i’m just yelling on the beat (yelling on the beat)
i don’t want smoke ’cause the crackers gon’ be at my house when a f*ck n*gga die in these streets (when he die in these streets)
bring your plate ’round me and i’m hungry, later that day, i’m picking me t**th (ayy, i’m picking my t**th)
i be on the block, they think i’m homeless (ayy), know i got racks, you can look at my feet (take a look at my feet)
all us step, we ain’t on the same team though, n*gga, we rich, you can look at our cleats (you can look at our cleats)
all my b*tches, they can f*ck ’round with any my n*ggas, that’s p*ssy, n*gga, that sh*t free (that sh*t free)
look at my knife, my guns, my drugs, and come with a price, n*gga, that’s all me

[chorus]
i been trappin’ since back in the g
sold pack in the north, sold crack in the beans (sold crack in the beans)
i take it out, that’s a traffickin’ fee (a traffickin’ fee)
i don’t make it flip, then i’m trappin’ for free
he want a zip, but i don’t sell weed no more, i smoke n*gga, this all me (i smoke n*gga, this all me)
she want her hair did, she don’t suck d*ck no more, gotta f*ck, baby, ain’t sh*t free (ayy)
could’ve been a lemon, n*gga, ain’t sh*t sweet (ain’t sh*t sweet)
i don’t really feel a n*gga, bang that heat (bang that heat)
we on the same sh*t, gang sh*t, everybody bangin’ at the table, n*gga, save me a seat (ayy, everybody bangin’ at the table)
i seen a lot of n*ggas cryin’ when they hitman dyin’, come slide, n*gga, swing my street
gotta be lyin’, say he ran up on the gang, he lyin’, if he with it, he gon’ bang that heat
[outro]
bang that heat (ayy)
bang that heat
bang that heat, n*gga (ayy, baow*baow, baow*baow)
bang that heat (baow*baow, baow*baow)
bang that heat, n*gga (ayy, baow)
bang that heat
bang that heat, n*gga (bang that heat, n*gga)
ayy

- gmk rapper lyrics

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