Lyrics of 'BANG BANG (feat. Mike WiLL Made-It)' by Chief Keef

Bang bang

Where I’m from you won’t get shit, with a handout
When I come through the city, niggas bring them bands out
Sound of the semi often sounding like we brought the pans out
I’m a hot boy, someone please bring the fans out
Make a bitch work, work, work, work, like Rihanna
Stash the 20’s, stack the 50’s, when I look up, I see 100’s
Man you know how it feel, if you never had nothin
I can’t know how you feel, if you never said some (get that money)
I be running, running, running, running, running,
remember on the block, gunning, gunning, gunning, gunning, gunning,
Now I’m getting money, money, money, money, money, money
You can tell by my tummy, tummy, tummy, yummy, yummy
Remember selling dope out granny’s, for my family
Now I can buy my granny a fucking Bentley
Fuck the rap game, fuck I look like buyin a Plan B
But I gotta get this money, do you understand me?
I’ma fuck my trigger raw until that bitch saying: Keef
Turn that Xbox off, cause ain’t no bitch playing me
Trying to play with me, you better off plannin’ Plan B
Cause your plan A didn’t work, and I didnt understand each?
Just got a call from my Mama, she want another
20 racks, she will always be the one that’s one up
hop out the car, it smell like thunder, I wish you’d run up
I don’t crush a lot, I can’t, let me call Big Pun up.

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (bang)
bang bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang bang, bang
bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (bang)

In the trap steady walkin to the peephole
Now I’m in a mansion, don’t know my gate code,
And the part woo woo ok hoe!
She gon’ come through the back with the draco
No cash ain’t no on stage hoe
Can’t come through the front with the bankroll
She ran in the building, I was like hey bro
Who bitch in the front with the mango?
Chief Sosa, I’m Mufasa, Rastafari bombaclota
We turn you to a water, little nigga, please don’t get mopped up
Pistol mad max, I been running around with shottas
I’m the alley cat, and you the rat that run around with coppers
Bitch I’m balling so hard, think I need a Fiji water
Swear that money be my baby, hello Sosa, you’re the father
Excuse me bro, do you sell dope? Fuck you a federale?
I’m a boss and these niggas hoes, that’s why he fell behind me
I’m so fly, I’m so fly, in Hawaii eating Thai
You gotta pay me for a comment, and that comment might be why
Asian hoe, say she think I’m nice, why cause I eat rice?
Bitch I’m mean, go and get your things, you can spend the night
Bitch I flex, flexing on my ex with a fucking check
You think you hot cause you got a box, your shit could get checked
I’m so hard, with a bitch box, I be playing chess
Oh my God, what a bitter road, we hit em in the chest
Now he dead, leave his ass red, hit him with high tech
That mean my tech so fucking high, hit ten for six in that,
Like you in bad before Christmas Eve, bitch that’s what you get
Like I was blind, then that happened to night, don’t know where you at

Bang bang, bang, bang bang, bang (bang)
bang bang, bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang bang, bang
bang bang, bang, bang, bang, (bang)