Bang bang bang Now there ain't no place to run to What you go and do You go and give the boy a gun Ain't no place to run We'll shoot him down Ain't no place to run When he hold it in his hand He feel mighty he feel strong

Tueurs, tueurs, tueurs (ba-ba-ba-bang, bang) (Tueurs, tueurs, tueurs) Et je pense Que si la vie ne m'donne pas tout c'que j'lui demande j'passerai par la violence Qu'importent les crimes, morts, victimes innocentes, dans la vie, chacun sa chance Dans

Look, rudeboy, I've been the man Even when I was in the pram Way before your Insta bang Furthermore, before that Instagram I'm just tryna get love, when I'm in Japan I make the girl dem sing for man Every MC wanna spin the man But I kill a soundboy like

You don't want no pressure, you don't want no pressure You don't want no pressure, you don't want no Choppers, choppers, bang, they was lookin' for me Ain't gon' say no names, probably lookin' for me Choppers, choppers, bang, he a copper, too Ain't gon'

Here's another Sunday morning call Yer hear yer head-a-banging on the door Slip your shoes on and then out you crawl Into a day that couldn't give you more But what for? And in your head do you feel What you're not supposed to feel You take what you want

Pop it bitch Pop pop pop One two and the bitch came All these hoes know my damn name Break a bitch heart pouring out the champagne Why you over there chilling with the little lames? You ain't know, you ain't know that my shit bang? Walk up on this bitch

Whoa, whoa. Let this end, Eighteen years pushed to the ledge. It's come to this, A weightless step. (Whoa) Make it stop. I plan to go on living Bang bang go the coffin nails, like a breath exhaled, Then gone forever.

Whatever you may hear or see Us of constant banging Throwing fists against the wall How cruel time can be When you wake you'll know I'm gone And where I'm going there's no one So don't follow me Don't follow me

Boom boom tap, boom boom tap Tick tick bang, tick tick bang Tick tick bang, bang bang bang Boom, boom, tap Boom, boom, boom, tap Tick tick bang Tick tick bang

Ay, we gon' save that money Ay, where the gold at baby Ay, where the clothes at baby Ay, where the dough at baby And the banger but you know I ain't tryna blow that baby What we do? We gone save that money Ohh don't double charge for me for that Trap