Tech N9ne, D-Loc the Gill God - Bang lyrics
Tech N9ne [Aaron Dontez Yates] Kansas City, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Tech N9ne, D-Loc the Gill God - Bang lyrics]
I'm the Regime's killer secret
Weapon how 'bout that?
So saline niggas get to
Steppin' how 'bout that?
You gay bling spitters think you
Reppin' I doubt that stay out back
Cause me and my niggas about scrap
When Tech is in the house "Oh my god, danger"
The Tech is in your mouth from a odd
Stranger
Rejectin' niggas routes that bizarre changer
Injectin' in your spouse on
Your broad's banger
First infantry, cursed entity burst into me
One of the perks in this earth's 21st century
Makin you jerk mentally cause this
Verse meant to be
Raising my lurks snippin' he got
A murks into the
Mystical medicine malis murderous mud vein
Biblical boss of the ballin' beast
In the blood game
Sinner's and theres satan setting so
Let the slug stain
Silenty seekin' your shit salute and
Let the scud bang
Bang, don't consider this an ordinary thang
Tech with D-Loc and Dalima Get money mane
Jellysickle suckin' niggas in the game
They can hold us can't control
Us when we bang
(Hey) I'm the nigga that be bustin'
I'm the nigga that be
Crushin' your whole gang
And they don't really wanna fuck with us
Duck because (we gon' part flame)
Techa nina with dalima finna beam a
Bitch from across the border
And I'm fuckin' with chicks who
Think I'm givin' restraining orders
That's some Bullshit
Every nigga I know got full clips
So you better get the money cause
I'm finna run a nigga like (ooh trip)
Nobody so probably yo body should move away
Lookin' so gotti soap knotty
And honestly y'all gay
I'm the most modest of the local
You niggas just wanna play
That's what Tech life meant for me and
D-loc we fuck up the game
And sincerely clearly
I think they say it it all
Look at the way we dealin witchyou packin'
Niggas wanna I gotta getchu a call
Bang, don't consider this an ordinary thang
Tech with D-Loc and Dalima Get money mane
Jellysickle suckin' niggas in the game
They can hold us can't control
Us when we bang
You can ride we ride dirty in my all white T
Then butter my 9 I had
You missin' all white teeth
Nigga I let the scud bang
I'mma street and this thug twisted came
My customers love me cause I'm
Insane with the cookin' game
You know what I think of
These motherfuckers lil' train
You must be addicted to inhalin' the
Smell of a cooking brain
Closed casket in the funeral home sittin'
We the main motherfuckers giving
Funeral homes business
Sending niggas to Allah
Lucifer's home chillin'
Thought you was harbor built up enough
Nuts for your own killin'
And nigga be guilt like I'm thieving
When I'm dumpin' the mini fourteen and
I'm leavin' 'em leaking and weak in the
Middle of the street this season
Then sleep on the beat recognize we
Ride through the street with heat
Like a whip with no AC in
The summertime bang a niggas beat
When my nigga tech n9ne the master
D-Loc and Dalima call the disaster
The world call us in you
Will never ever has a
Reason for your momma to call a pasteur
Bang, don't consider this an ordinary thang
Tech with D-Loc and Dalima Get money mane
Jellysickle suckin' niggas in the game
They can hold us can't control
Us when we bang
Weapon how 'bout that?
So saline niggas get to
Steppin' how 'bout that?
You gay bling spitters think you
Reppin' I doubt that stay out back
Cause me and my niggas about scrap
When Tech is in the house "Oh my god, danger"
The Tech is in your mouth from a odd
Stranger
Rejectin' niggas routes that bizarre changer
Injectin' in your spouse on
Your broad's banger
First infantry, cursed entity burst into me
One of the perks in this earth's 21st century
Makin you jerk mentally cause this
Verse meant to be
Raising my lurks snippin' he got
A murks into the
Mystical medicine malis murderous mud vein
Biblical boss of the ballin' beast
In the blood game
Sinner's and theres satan setting so
Let the slug stain
Silenty seekin' your shit salute and
Let the scud bang
Bang, don't consider this an ordinary thang
Tech with D-Loc and Dalima Get money mane
Jellysickle suckin' niggas in the game
They can hold us can't control
Us when we bang
(Hey) I'm the nigga that be bustin'
I'm the nigga that be
Crushin' your whole gang
And they don't really wanna fuck with us
Duck because (we gon' part flame)
Techa nina with dalima finna beam a
Bitch from across the border
And I'm fuckin' with chicks who
Think I'm givin' restraining orders
That's some Bullshit
Every nigga I know got full clips
So you better get the money cause
I'm finna run a nigga like (ooh trip)
Nobody so probably yo body should move away
Lookin' so gotti soap knotty
And honestly y'all gay
I'm the most modest of the local
You niggas just wanna play
That's what Tech life meant for me and
D-loc we fuck up the game
And sincerely clearly
I think they say it it all
Look at the way we dealin witchyou packin'
Niggas wanna I gotta getchu a call
Bang, don't consider this an ordinary thang
Tech with D-Loc and Dalima Get money mane
Jellysickle suckin' niggas in the game
They can hold us can't control
Us when we bang
You can ride we ride dirty in my all white T
Then butter my 9 I had
You missin' all white teeth
Nigga I let the scud bang
I'mma street and this thug twisted came
My customers love me cause I'm
Insane with the cookin' game
You know what I think of
These motherfuckers lil' train
You must be addicted to inhalin' the
Smell of a cooking brain
Closed casket in the funeral home sittin'
We the main motherfuckers giving
Funeral homes business
Sending niggas to Allah
Lucifer's home chillin'
Thought you was harbor built up enough
Nuts for your own killin'
And nigga be guilt like I'm thieving
When I'm dumpin' the mini fourteen and
I'm leavin' 'em leaking and weak in the
Middle of the street this season
Then sleep on the beat recognize we
Ride through the street with heat
Like a whip with no AC in
The summertime bang a niggas beat
When my nigga tech n9ne the master
D-Loc and Dalima call the disaster
The world call us in you
Will never ever has a
Reason for your momma to call a pasteur
Bang, don't consider this an ordinary thang
Tech with D-Loc and Dalima Get money mane
Jellysickle suckin' niggas in the game
They can hold us can't control
Us when we bang