B N Banger lyrics
by Styles P
[Hook: Masspike Miles]
I put the B in Banger
Used to getting money
n*gga no I'm no stranger to the hustle
Strapped up like the raider from the tomb
Boss of my platoon
I do sh*t you boys never do
I'm known in the streets as a n*gga that done did it
Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted
Trust me you can get it, ye n*gga you can get it
Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf*cker bang, bang, bang
[Verse 1: Chubby Jag]
My gun ill, I'm the sick man
I'm turnt up I'm on one like a kick stand
The rich man couple diamonds in the wrist band
Catch you on the stool holme, shootin' til the clip jam
The shotty blow out the n*gga body like a stick man
The pound blow make them drown slow, quick sand
I ride rough like drag on n*ggas ye I smash on n*ggas
Pour gas on n*ggas, then I blast on n*ggas
You don't got it then I'm taking his
Used to hustle with the Knicks holme, Jason Kidd
Fifteen for sixteen that's sixteen
Double that I'm grown now, I told you I get cream
You dig me, dirty n*gga but my kicks clean
Hustle hard I'm nice with the price but my strip mean
Blastin' hoes, classic foes
n*ggas clap until the casket close
Round here, we let it bang
[Hook: Masspike Miles]
I put the B in Banger
Used to getting money
n*gga no I'm no stranger to the hustle
Strapped up like the raider from the tomb
Boss of my platoon
I do sh*t you boys never do
I'm known in the streets as a n*gga that done did it
Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted
Trust me you can get it, ye n*gga you can get it
Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf*cker bang, bang, bang
[Verse 2: Styles P]
I'm back out riding
Gun to your head but at the center like Bynum
Shotgun with the shotgun seat reclining
I pop up on n*ggas let it off
Close shop up on n*ggas, affection
Stay in the cut on n*ggas, I'm in a whole 'nother section
I could look in the mirror in my reflection moves like inception
Extraordinary gentleman what more can I say
Got the picture in the cut like Dorian Gray
I'm a shooter like Allan Quatermain
I give you morning pain, first page in the hard n*gga hall of fame
Dwayne the Rock on the beat
Ask me how it goes, I make it pop on the streets
Probably in the spot for a week
One eye open with the Glock when I sleep
[Hook: Masspike Miles]
I put the B in Banger
Used to getting money
n*gga no I'm no stranger to the hustle
Strapped up like the raider from the tomb
Boss of my platoon
I do sh*t you boys never do
I'm known in the streets as a n*gga that done did it
Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted
Trust me you can get it, ye n*gga you can get it
Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf*cker bang, bang, bang
[Verse 3: Chubby Jag]
I let the thang blam, they call me the Rain Man
I'm out of bullets get 'em hung n*gga hangman
You get me hang it up, it's problems I flame it up
Bang it up, snap back, long T banger tuck
Chubby, my block pitching ye I got pigeons
I'm into cooking I f*ck with b*tches that got kitchens
If I can't find Jordan then I'll ride Pippen
I leave 'em bloody and skin red like Rob Griffin, home real stick
The shotty blast you gon' see the body bags
Men in black no Will Smith, real sh*t
Used to grind and we still grind
Beefing when we grill time, full metal steel time
n*ggas getting stole on, tryna steal mine
c*ck back, peel mine tape 'em up real time
Chubby, the mask on and beretta's bang
Sound clear holme? 'round here we gon' let it bang
[Hook x2: Masspike Miles]
I put the B in Banger
Used to getting money
n*gga no I'm no stranger to the hustle
Strapped up like the raider from the tomb
Boss of my platoon
I do sh*t you boys never do
I'm known in the streets as a n*gga that done did it
Don't move an inch or the beam's on your fitted
Trust me you can get it, ye n*gga you can get it
Pull the hammer back and watch the motherf*cker bang, bang, bang