Lil B - Ban the Weapons lyrics
[Lil B - Ban the Weapons lyrics]
I stay with the black ban
(e) , new chain, black range
Niggas the lead burst, no this is not nerf
Fly past your head like a frisbee on Sunday
Got a stolen car
I’m just riding down the 1 way
Listening to music, I'm in the Chi Boosting
Will you ever leave the game
Bitch are you stupid? Bitch are you cupid
Can you put it in the air?
A lot of niggas rap, but don’t nobody care
I’m shitting in the game while
I’m staying in my lane
Keep my hands on the brakes
Cause shit be changing
Niggas from the street move to a loft
I ask how much you spend you
Say fuck what it cost
I get a lot of money and
It start to turn me off
I’d rather have real friends then
Buy a new house fuck em
I said they couldn't count
When they moms put em out
I was there in the drought
Niggas faking on me, I was in you was out
Niggas locked to the street
Let the hood in my house
But a couple suckers see
That a nigga made it out plus, Shit
Niggas be faking one thing that I learned
Niggas goin' watch you
Most you grew with, the niggas turn impostors
A lot of niggas be faking need an Oscar
My gun just jammed
So I can’t trust the chopper
I can’t even trust the gun
You know, ban the guns, ban the knives
All that shit
We don’t need the weapons nigga
What the fuck you need a weapon for?
You scared, boy? You scared out here boy?
I don’t need no weapon nigga
I’m coming straight with the hands
Thugged out seriously, OK
That’s real nigga, Lil B, swag
(e) , new chain, black range
Niggas the lead burst, no this is not nerf
Fly past your head like a frisbee on Sunday
Got a stolen car
I’m just riding down the 1 way
Listening to music, I'm in the Chi Boosting
Will you ever leave the game
Bitch are you stupid? Bitch are you cupid
Can you put it in the air?
A lot of niggas rap, but don’t nobody care
I’m shitting in the game while
I’m staying in my lane
Keep my hands on the brakes
Cause shit be changing
Niggas from the street move to a loft
I ask how much you spend you
Say fuck what it cost
I get a lot of money and
It start to turn me off
I’d rather have real friends then
Buy a new house fuck em
I said they couldn't count
When they moms put em out
I was there in the drought
Niggas faking on me, I was in you was out
Niggas locked to the street
Let the hood in my house
But a couple suckers see
That a nigga made it out plus, Shit
Niggas be faking one thing that I learned
Niggas goin' watch you
Most you grew with, the niggas turn impostors
A lot of niggas be faking need an Oscar
My gun just jammed
So I can’t trust the chopper
I can’t even trust the gun
You know, ban the guns, ban the knives
All that shit
We don’t need the weapons nigga
What the fuck you need a weapon for?
You scared, boy? You scared out here boy?
I don’t need no weapon nigga
I’m coming straight with the hands
Thugged out seriously, OK
That’s real nigga, Lil B, swag