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AAP Ferg, Schoolboy Q - Let It Bang

Let It Bang
AAP Ferg, Schoolboy Q
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— Now like I was sayin', I used to go into mothafuckin' the, um ,Obama's club on Convent. With some slacks and shoes on, with the Tec-9 on just, you know what I'm sayin'? Just scopin' out for a bit.
— Yeah, Psych, you used to have the Tec with the good pants.
— Y'know, we was just hungry like that, too, times I shoot in the air without cause, I couldn't get my way and shit.

[Intro: ASAP Ferg]
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle,
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle,
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you,
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he gettin' tussles.

[Chorus: ASAP Ferg]
And he will
Let it bang!
And he will
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
And he will
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
Let it bang!

[Verse 1: ASAP Ferg]
Life will work out,
How he turned out,
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out.
He screamed, "Lazy!
Fuck, I want you
Tried to get a job!”
Block party where the hoochies turned out,
They would dance and sweat they perm out,
And they scream, “We got beef!” He would handle with no prob.
Cologne and liquor was his odor,
Fragrance of a riding soldier.
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars,
40 ounce in this, some marijuana,
When grandma die from pneumonia,
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God.

[Chorus: ASAP Ferg]
And he will
Let it bang!
And he will
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
And he will
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
Let it bang!

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle,
Sold him dope in by the bundle,
Draw down on him, his own gun, though,
Fuck about family, where's my hundo?
'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero,
Fake nigga talkin' bout Q ain't real,
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville.
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope,
Young nigga might get killed,
Cuz ain't payin' my bills,
Heat make the beef get grilled,
12 years, clutchin' that steel,
Pop a nigga more than them pills.
Pistol under the sheet when I sleep,
Body niggas, I can do beats,
I ain't talkin' ‘bout my uncle, this me,
Made another million this week,
Swagger make a bili look cheap.
I'm the reason why your momma OD'ed,
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep,
Now you wanna talk about peace,
Get the bitches all up off these streets!
Wonder why you rubbin' up feet
If you got high off what I sold?
How his teeth platinum when he on shit row,
Big belly bottle, I could still get throwed,
Leave a nigga flat till his body get towed,
Sad that the curb got closed,
Leave him with a hole in his skull.

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
And he will
Let it bang!
And he will
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
And he will
Let it bang!
Let it bang!
Let it bang!

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