Trippie Redd – BANG! Lyrics

When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
Let it bang for me, rang for me
She let that shit sang for me, yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me [Intro]
I can’t do this anymore, trying not to be ignored
Put my peddle to the floor, I spread my wings I let them soar
Let them soar-oar, let them soar
[Chorus]
I can’t do this anymore, yeah
When it rains it really pours, yeah
Like an eagle Imma soar, yeah
Desert eagle let it roar, yeah
Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
Let it rang-sang, let it bang-gang
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind? [Chorus]
I can’t do this anymore, yeah
When it rains it really pours, yeah
Like an eagle Imma soar, yeah
Desert eagle let it roar, yeah
Let it bang-bang, let it bang-bang
Let it rang-sang, let it bang-gang
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind? When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
Let it bang for me, rang for me
She let that shit sang for me, yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
She gon’ let that shit bang for me yeah
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Yeah let it bang for me, yeah let it bang for me
Baby yes you’re mine, baby yes you’re fine
When I’m on the road, do I cross your mind? When I’m on the road, baby yes come ride, yeah
[Verse]
New Chanel walkers, when I walked up in the room
Maison Margiela, when I walked up in the room
Bunch of [?] smokers, when I walked up in the room
[?] motorola, when I walked up in the room
Woadie with my chopper, talking down and boy you’re doomed
Used to want a ‘rari, now I’m rich I bought a coupe
Now I’m switching lanes and I never keep a roof
You going out sad, all they do is laugh at you
Now I gotta get it for my momma and my sisters and my nephews and my nieces love’em all
Hoping niggas really ready for the fall
When it all comes down, who can you call?

Johnny Drama – Loft letras

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me, can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 1]
Eh, we gon’ count it up tonight (cash, cash )
If she really down, i put her on a flight (ooh, flight)
I’m in that big body and I make a right (ooh, I swerve)
If you do me wrong you can’t make it right
Ahh, [?] man I’m counting fetti (counting guap)
I just fucked her best friend now she getting petty (smash)
Going city after city, my name getting heavy
In that [?], got me always ready
Man the flow has always been on sick shit (sick shit)
They say if it ain’t broke then don’t fix it (don’t fix it)
Only strap that I got is my kick shit
Maison Margiela, that some real shit
But to tell the truth, I don’t wanna kick it
Drive so fast might get a ticket
Off the drank and now she with it
I push it to the limit

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)

[Verse 2]
Got that bitch on me (got that bitch)
Want that verse for me, I don’t work for free
I do it so much (do this shit)
She wanna look, and she wanna touch
Try to tell ya’, I don’t give a fuck (i don’t give a fuck)
Going hard, ain’t even on no drugs (ain’t no drugs
Got her cloths so scattered on the rug
Off that liqueur, it’s all in my blood (in my blood)
I stay true that real shit in my blood (in my blood)
I never question, I knew who I was (who I was)
When I’m on the stage I get a rush (get a rush)
[?], boy I swear that trust

[Hook] (x2)
Bitch I’m going hard not soft
Not in a hotel I’m in a loft
Got your girl on me can’t get her off (x2)