Bris, D-Steez, KillaWood - BANGOUT lyrics

All in they section, with this weapon
Lettin' stick drip totin' big shit
Beam on the glizzy I ain't miss shit
Should've been a hitman
4 got me leanin' like a kick-stand
40 kick back
Slugs hit his neck like some whiplash

Whip that K out, like nigga "Hey now"
Shots hit yo' nigga, leave him face down
Should've took the safe route
You know i'm lurkin' where you hangout

Ain't no, if, ands, or buts
I got pole on me i can't say none of my
Niggas ever told on me another charge
I told mob just don't fold on me
Walk up on 'em, close range
Drop that load on 'em
Aye, I sat for 12 straight
And came home to get it


They backdoor blockin', now im politicin'
Half a million on the bail
Tryna say i'm pimpin' unrelated charges
I was tamperin' with a witness killer

We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money
What we talkin' 'bout put you on the box
And watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet
I'll give 'em something to talk about
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money
What we talkin' 'bout put you on the box
And watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet
I'll give 'em something to talk about

Aye, blood gang
I do skit's for them blue hunnids
Niggas talkin' all that shit
And never do nothin'
My shooter geekin' off a perc
He might shoot somethin'
Bounce out, run 'em down
Don't leave the coupe runnin'
Plus i'm runnin' to a
Bag and i'm dehydrated
I need a rollie for all the times
Spent time racin'
Yeah, she look like a dime
But her mind basic
If she don't hand that bag over
Then I might take it
Head first, in the funk, like I scuba dive
Stay alive, you can die
When my shooter slide
Don't cry, bullets fly, if you move a eye
Ain't no fuckin' wit' the sucka's
Gotta choose sides like these shoes
I'm strapped up like some velcro
Gotta keep an firearm, like an elbow
In the trap, I sell coke
'til the scale broke
Keep it true story, baby, I don't tell jokes

We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money
What we talkin' 'bout put you on the box
And watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet
I'll give 'em something to talk about
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money
What we talkin' 'bout put you on the box
And watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet
I'll give 'em something to talk about

Fuck what niggas talkin' 'bout
My niggas extort shit
Snatch a nigga soul out his body
I'm a exorcist
Put another hole in his body
Hella extra clips
50 in this glizzy, if I miss, then extra shit
About my gang, shit get real
I get sentimental
Put a hole in a nigga face
The size of a pickle
I don't give a fuck about your shooter
I shoot off the dribble
Do a skit, all up on yo' block
Them i'm getting so little
Bitch i'm outside, on parole
With another pistol

I'm outside, Everything so comfy with this
Little 'ol pistol
We don't want you, we only want killa's
They not gonna miss you
If you see me, you don't gotta ask
Just know I got pistol
I don't give a fuck about your shooter
Bitch check my credentials
In a heist, bitch I run my section
I'm really the nigga
In a heist, bitch I run my section
I'm really the nigga steez, nigga!

We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money
What we talkin' 'bout put you on the box
And watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet
I'll give 'em something to talk about
We gone shoot first, then talk it out
If we ain't talkin' 'bout no money
What we talkin' 'bout put you on the box
And watch 6 opps walk you out
The streets been quiet
I'll give 'em something to talk about