Driving in a Phantom, oi mandem
Dropping 3 bands then I'ma hit the state pen
Finna break my homies out, Joey, Ben
We pull up to the spot with the homies, aye, wagwan?
Buy some shit from Mickey, no mouse, murder Jen
With the AK we pull up to the house
Make a thot douse you can't finesse me for clout
You can't finesse me for fame, I am not to blame
Gunshots gon' sting, bang, bang, bang
And you're dead, that's what the doc say
Did you hear me? Did you hear me?
Looking at my side bitch, and she's pretty
Sniffing on that white shit like I'm Whitney
Aye I'm bout to f*ck your bitch, B
(F*cking killed it)
Bring your own stack to the back, back to my place
If you try to steal something I'ma steal your bitch and blaze
Anybody got an objection while I collect a section
Of a quarter milli that belongs to me in my direction
Money is perfection, money resurrection
Don't you know what the f*ck the vibes are if I ask this question?
Money is infection, you can get deception
So don't lose sight of what's important, that is my exception
I'ma spend all my f*cking racks on you
Now we out here on the hills, looking at the view
I'ma live my best life with my friends and that's true
Through the darkness find the light, I appreciate you
I'ma spend all my f*cking racks on you
Now we out here on the hills, looking at the view
I'ma live my best life with my friends and that's true
Through the darkness find the light, I appreciate you
1998, I'm about to migrate
Passion for the high rate, mansions in the tri-state
Bless me with the high pay so I can start to flex
Wasn't worth shit now I walk on checks
Money in the rafters, money in the floor
Spent a couple racks, but I made a couple more
Cash in the backseat, money in the duffel
Hit the stage with the magic and I make it double
I'ma bubble up running from the bottom of the bay
Fantano got the yellow flannel ironed up today
Ima hit the spot wildin' with the Gucci
40 million mansions and we livin' like the movies
Step off the stage, you can tell I get paid
Sunglasses for the flashes that be coming my way
Hit the hotel room, don't got time to stay
Hit a flight the next morning off to the next place
The Fuccbois - Bangbangbang Lyrics
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Driving in a Phantom, oi mandem
Dropping 3 bands then I'ma hit the state pen
Finna break my homies out, Joey, Ben
We pull up to the spot with the homies, aye, wagwan?
Buy some shit from Mickey, no mouse, murder Jen
With the AK we pull up to the house
Make a thot douse you can't finesse me for clout
You can't finesse me for fame, I am not to blame
Gunshots gon' sting, bang, bang, bang
And you're dead, that's what the doc say
Did you hear me? Did you hear me?
Looking at my side bitch, and she's pretty
Sniffing on that white shit like I'm Whitney
Aye I'm bout to f*ck your bitch, B
(F*cking killed it)
Bring your own stack to the back, back to my place
If you try to steal something I'ma steal your bitch and blaze
Anybody got an objection while I collect a section
Of a quarter milli that belongs to me in my direction
Money is perfection, money resurrection
Don't you know what the f*ck the vibes are if I ask this question?
Money is infection, you can get deception
So don't lose sight of what's important, that is my exception
I'ma spend all my f*cking racks on you
Now we out here on the hills, looking at the view
I'ma live my best life with my friends and that's true
Through the darkness find the light, I appreciate you
I'ma spend all my f*cking racks on you
Now we out here on the hills, looking at the view
I'ma live my best life with my friends and that's true
Through the darkness find the light, I appreciate you
1998, I'm about to migrate
Passion for the high rate, mansions in the tri-state
Bless me with the high pay so I can start to flex
Wasn't worth shit now I walk on checks
Money in the rafters, money in the floor
Spent a couple racks, but I made a couple more
Cash in the backseat, money in the duffel
Hit the stage with the magic and I make it double
I'ma bubble up running from the bottom of the bay
Fantano got the yellow flannel ironed up today
Ima hit the spot wildin' with the Gucci
40 million mansions and we livin' like the movies
Step off the stage, you can tell I get paid
Sunglasses for the flashes that be coming my way
Hit the hotel room, don't got time to stay
Hit a flight the next morning off to the next place
Dropping 3 bands then I'ma hit the state pen
Finna break my homies out, Joey, Ben
We pull up to the spot with the homies, aye, wagwan?
Buy some shit from Mickey, no mouse, murder Jen
With the AK we pull up to the house
Make a thot douse you can't finesse me for clout
You can't finesse me for fame, I am not to blame
Gunshots gon' sting, bang, bang, bang
And you're dead, that's what the doc say
Did you hear me? Did you hear me?
Looking at my side bitch, and she's pretty
Sniffing on that white shit like I'm Whitney
Aye I'm bout to f*ck your bitch, B
(F*cking killed it)
Bring your own stack to the back, back to my place
If you try to steal something I'ma steal your bitch and blaze
Anybody got an objection while I collect a section
Of a quarter milli that belongs to me in my direction
Money is perfection, money resurrection
Don't you know what the f*ck the vibes are if I ask this question?
Money is infection, you can get deception
So don't lose sight of what's important, that is my exception
I'ma spend all my f*cking racks on you
Now we out here on the hills, looking at the view
I'ma live my best life with my friends and that's true
Through the darkness find the light, I appreciate you
I'ma spend all my f*cking racks on you
Now we out here on the hills, looking at the view
I'ma live my best life with my friends and that's true
Through the darkness find the light, I appreciate you
1998, I'm about to migrate
Passion for the high rate, mansions in the tri-state
Bless me with the high pay so I can start to flex
Wasn't worth shit now I walk on checks
Money in the rafters, money in the floor
Spent a couple racks, but I made a couple more
Cash in the backseat, money in the duffel
Hit the stage with the magic and I make it double
I'ma bubble up running from the bottom of the bay
Fantano got the yellow flannel ironed up today
Ima hit the spot wildin' with the Gucci
40 million mansions and we livin' like the movies
Step off the stage, you can tell I get paid
Sunglasses for the flashes that be coming my way
Hit the hotel room, don't got time to stay
Hit a flight the next morning off to the next place
Writer: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Performed By: The Fuccbois
Language: English
Length: 3:40
Written by: Fernando Gonzalez, Jake Perry, William Hunter