Schoolboy Q - Banger (MOSHPIT) lyrics

[Schoolboy Q - Banger MOSHPIT lyrics]

Boom, shakalaka, boom boom, shakalaka
Boom, shakalaka, boom boom, shakalaka

Banger! (Figg Side)
Fool, false on your block
You get blook 'n block on your block
YAWK! (Biddy, bye bye)

Grab your brownie, sit the party
Shake the party
Break the party, murder party
Leave the body, tell nobody
Put it down, Figg Side rip ride
Grooveline wig line shots fired knock-knock
YAWK! You ain't really 'bout that
You don't want to see a Glock out
You a pussy ass nigga
You be hoping for a cop out
Got a nine and a clip, put a nine on your hip
Keep talking that shit
Knock five on your lip
G-Ride ski masks and colored rags
Contraband in bags
Focused on enemigos in jags
Big sips out our flasks
We faded who next to get famous
Them bangers get banging that barrell
Keep changing like click-click
Shit, I wish a nigga would
Feeling fucking good
Crack and scramble up your hood
Get it understood
I could have cuz leaking blood
Personal as fuck at your door
Drop you on your rug

Banger! (Figg Side)
Fool, false on your block
You get blook 'n block on your block
YAWK! (Biddy, bye bye)

Ain't nothing sweet 'bout rumbling with B's
You don't need water to
Travel through the seas
Unravel the backwoods and crumble
Up the trees nigga, please
Your skull missing now homie feel the breeze
These bullets burning gon' be hard
For you to breathe
These bullets burning damn near
'possible to bleed
Off that alcohol, that nozzle flammable
Beef I prey on my preyer react like animal
Pussy, I split you like camel toe
My shoelaces matching my flannel
We be loading up ammo
Y'all be making them channels
Yellow tape by them candles
Gang members with killing sprees
On our agendas, real niggas fingers on
Nickel-plated 9 triggers
Facial expressions say surrender
When that iron enter, lay back recline nigga
Access denied nigga, refrigerate Ziploc'n
And all genders, rather Crip or Piru
Hoes get it too

Banger! (Figg Side)
Fool, false on your block
You get blook 'n block on your block
YAWK! (Biddy, bye bye)

Y'all really into talking
We with that bullshit
Them shots is steady sparking
We on that bullshit
Your hood gon' hear them sirens
We did that bullshit
My 50 niggas wilding, we 'bout that bullshit
You know Atlanta with that bullshit
New York to Miami with that bullshit
You know Chicago with that bullshit
Kansas City down to New
Orleans with that bullshit
Texas to Alabama with that bullshit
Boston and cats from Philly
With that bullshit
Arizona to Seattle, they with that bullshit
Warn your momma California
We 'bout that bullshit

Banger! (Figg Side)
Fool, false on your block
You get blook 'n block on your block
YAWK! (Biddy, bye bye)

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