BANGIN’, $LANGIN’, & $NITCHIN’ lyrics

Intro (Wrestling Sample)
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Producer Tag
Donnie made this sh*t

Ad-Lib (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two

Label Tags
Just-2-Sweet!
Bullet Club, for, for, for, for life

Pre-Verse (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two
Three, four

Verse 1 (UGK David)
Yeah I'm coming with the lick, n*gga
Coming with the Blicky
Got off the sh*t, n*gga, you better get the sticky
I'm the man of the hour, I do this so better
I do this sh*t, n*gga, 'cuz I'm mothеrf*cking clever
I'm like YG, n*gga, I'm pimpin' lucky, yo
But еverybody knows never take me for a joke
King folk to the relationship, I can't fold
But if you was a purple rag then you can fold, yeah
I'm coming with the n*ggas, coming with the banter
I'm clever than any other n*gga with what I'm doing with my cheddar
I think I'm a little side eyed, lies, suicide, homicide
I do this sh*t, kill your only sh*t, suicide
I'm making money so n*ggas want all the drama
But I'm "05" Drama, Hi-C, and a Blood affiliated
Momma felt-ed this sh*t, I created
And that's why I'ma kill you and rest you like cremated
The money and the butter and the n*gga's better get, quick
Boy you ain't about the life, boy you ain't about the sh*t
I know b*tches who dead on their own b*tch sh*t
So why you "n*ggas", but you actin' like a b*tch, b*tch?
And why you always talkin' like you been a snitch, b*tch?
And why you runnin' with you n*ggas like you is a b*tch?
n*gga, you a f*cking faggot on the low
We can tell, easy c*m, easy come, and easy go
So take you life, Joe Frasier, or I'ma hit it up
I got the sh*t, n*gga, I'm about to kettle up
And like a Colombine n*gga, I'm about to shoot it up
And like a hot record, n*gga about to blow up
Verse 2 (Jeff2Fresh)
I slay talk, I rich talk, but I ain't about the b*tch talk
Run up in your house and hop your sh*t like I went without an aim
Blame it on, blame it on the sh*ts, but not on my team
I'm a chopper, on the left I got it on deck
I got the 40s and the 17s, n*gga's don't wanna play games
They find a door, I catch em, like they come for breakfast, tired story
Till next year when I get the peace and achieve my M.O.,
I'm possessed, motherf*cker
Off coast, n*gga, then I get ghost
You can't ride my wave 'cuz you won't float, I got to go
I got a Glock, b*tch, I betcha don't wanna choke
I got your b*tch, she gon' always choke
And I got my Momma, she been rockin' with the llama
b*tch is caught in the trenches too, separate fiend-s
For the b*tches like I used to
You n*gga's foolies, rock around like I used to
Knock your brain's out with a couple tool-ies, (Me and my)
b*tches in threes and shooting clips like the movies