BANG BANG

[Verse 1: R.J.]
If you banging my music, you in the hood
I fucked yo sister, her pussy was good
Don't talk me down, that's hella rude
I have advice, don't be so crude
Go get your ride, let's do a street race
I'm already taking off, keep up the pace
We shootin our guns and fucking our hun's
Shut yo mouth before I fuck yo buns
I need no teaching, but you need preaching
My music a religion, bitches worship it
If you're lucky, I might pop a tit
I killed a bitch who shit on my rhymes
I'm a wanted man, I'm on the New York Times
I'm on a run, I'm a criminal
I'm bussin a rhyme from 9 to 5
You're gonna get stung by the Reru hive

[Chorus: R.J.]
Bang bang, we're banging my songs
All these rhymеs, erase my wrongs
I'll kill the hatеrs, fry em like taters
Your final warning
Back the fuck off, your music is trash
Go back to golf
Bitch

[Verse 2: R.J.]
You're a fucking weeb watching anime
You're watching lolis until you decay
Here's a challenge, do something productive
Stop finding cartoon bitches seductive
There's always room for me to improve
Even if I don't, you'll still groove
This track is all I need to prove
Soon enough, we'll get fucking wild
You're built like a faggot named Kyle
From Baytown to Houston, up to Dallas
You can't do shit to my palace
I'm the King of Texas, Can't do shit
I'll fucking kill you here in a little bit
Your stupid antics older than Biden
Your bitch, I'm ridin

[Chorus]
Bang bang, we're banging my songs
All these rhymes, erase my wrongs
I'll kill the haters, fry em like taters
Your final warning
Back the fuck off, your music is trash
Go back to golf
Bitch

[Verse 3: Star Oden]
Ha who the fuck are you, fag
You comin at me just cuz I'm chasin tha bag
Man, fuck you
You know that some people wear silver, some wear gold
But then I'll snach it off you neck and diss you cold
Yea I love them lyrics from ICP
You look at me with the icey teeth
And hear bang bang only lyrically
You claimin that you like dark humor
But then you all offended like
Bitch you got a brain tumor?
Get the fuck outta here cuz man you ain't man enough Jr
You really tryna fuck with me but I'm a senior
You try to tell my name, but I'll walk up to you and say I've never seen ya
This chick said low-key but I told her to get down on her knees and blow me
Ha! My lyrics are strong, it's only a song
And I know my listeners are now growin fond

[Chorus: R.J.]
Bang bang, we're banging my songs
All these rhymes, erase my wrongs
I'll kill the haters, fry em like taters
Your final warning
Back the fuck off, your music is trash
Go back to golf
Bitch​