Bang Bang Lyrics & Tabs by Yo Gotti

Bang Bang

guitar chords lyrics

Yo Gotti

Chea.Aye Put One In They Head.2x
This that club shit straight thug shit
this that beat a nigga ass in the club

shit.
check Jays laced up check game face
up check
bang bang nigga throw ya sets up.
come on
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up
come on
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up
come on, throw ya sets ups, throw ya
sets up.
Bang bang click clack bow B08
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up

sets up.
Bang bang click clack bow B08
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up
north memphis memphis nigga i do this
everyday
you seen first 48?
pussy nigga had a choppa got killed
with a 38
everyday every hood in my city throwing
signs
these young niggas crazy they lost they
muthafucking mind.
white bandana we play numba but
games
20 yayo club baking soda gang. aint
throwing money i make bullets rain
carbon 15s thats a hurricane
say we yong and dumb we'n got it all
gota
gotta lot of beef but we'll kill'em all
body piling up blame it on my dogs
lota money lota buns i'll make'em all
blue and white jays white and red chain
you bout that gangsta shit well im bout
the same thang
this that club shit straight thug shit
this that beat a nigga ass in the club shit
check jays laced up check game faced
up check
bang bang nigga throw ya sets up come
on
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up
(come on)
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up
(come on)
throw ya sets throw ya sets up
bang bang bang bang throw ya sets up.
(Guuucccciii, Gucci)
I murder lames murder track nigga word
up
1017 bricksquad put ya birds up
A nigga swing on gucci mane that
unheard of
I got my black tee on with my black
gloves
and when my choppa sound off it's like
BLOCKA BLOCKA
you just like food only snacka snack
Wacka Flocka
I wear shades every night 'cause i'm so
cool
Royal rumble in my hood it ain't no rules
The lil' pussy ass nigga false claimin'
These pussies know their not so Icey
entertainment
Got all kinds of choppas, hand guns
name em'
Glock text to the max we be bangin
We live in this bitch better reconize
Before we spark up some shit & leave
the club televised
my cousin still thuggin' that nigga
paralyzed .
clubbin in his wheelchair sittin on his 45
If a nigga trip he gon wish that he
wouldn't
Security tried to stop the bullshit but he
couldn't
I see blue flags (what else)
I see red flags (what else)
I see niggas that aint reppin with they
scared ass
My projects bangin bandana tied to rail
& you can get served but i aint talkin
digit scale
fully automaitic club 5 yeahh feel like
hell
Im high as hell before ya die bitch ya
might as well .
(Zilla)