My Shit Bang

Turn my music up, turn my music up My shit bang, my shit bang My shit bang, my-my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang [Verse 1:] My shit bang, my shit throb I'm a muthafucking beast, I'm a muthafucking hog Pull up with the slump Or should I say black truck sounding like I got a alligator in the back Paint wetter than melted ice, ralley and hockey stripes Burning rubber at every light, mean mugging like 'thug ya life' I be hustling all day and night, pushing all night and day Twisted and whipping yay, getting my Goapele So you put my Gouda my pay, when I get in my way From da Bay to L.A. to the A this nigga connected Worldwide nigga this mister how-you-be-headed You ain't gotta like me but you gotta respect it Woke up early in the morning and put one in the air Got so high thought about running for mayor Slap myself to make sure I was still there Shit, showered and shaving then I cut my hair Today I'm try'na get laid then put a pounding on the mug Try'na find me a bitch with a ass like a Worldstahiphop bunny Try'na get rich in this collectings stack my money You can tell that I'm a D-boy by my baller tummy Sometimes I dress uppity, sometimes I dress scummy Sometimes I dress high class, sometimes I dress bummy If it ain't about no cash you can miss me Most of the time you can find a hustla tipsy BIATCH! Biatch [Hook:] Turn my music up, turn my music up Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up (TURN IT UP!) My shit bang, my shit bang My-my shit bang, my-my shit Bang-bang-bang, my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang [Verse 2:] Uhhhh! I been running around all day try'na get my decimals up (up) Anybody that try to stop me I suggest that they duck Cause when I get the bucket I can assure you it's nothing pleasant My arsenal game is east but the west has all kinda of relatives Even if you're wearing chest protection a trauma plate won't work Cause I'm a aim at your hammit, I ain't goin aim at you shirt Alot of these bitch ass niggas should be wearing a skirt With the box of Motrin and some maxi pads in they purse Pillow talking and biting pillows, acting like some brizzles Cause they're a whole bunch of that sucka shit a bunch of popsicles I should of been a taurus cause I'm stubborn as a bull I'm a different type of dude and I stick to the rules I'm a real nigga best believe it, I live it and I breathe it I tell it like it is and I call it how I see it My potna used to be all sharp but now he on thee thee 'What do thee thee mean? ' Methamphetamine I can't believe it, man you disappointed me I'm devastated mayne he lost cool points with me I'm standing outside of my crib with some gym shorts and a hoody Talking to my nig on the celly smoking a philly Sipping on a fifth of that oil cognac henny A hundred wall on them bricks, he got caught with a key of candies If you didn't go to jail by now he probably be dead So instead he in there with his uncle his daddy and relatives UHH! [Hook:] Turn my music up, turn my music up Turn my-turn my music up, turn my music up (TURN IT UP!) My shit bang, my shit bang My-my shit bang, my-my shit Bang-bang-bang, my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, bang, bang, bang Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang Ba-bang bang bang ba-bang bang bang (TURN IT UP!) Bang, my shit bang Nigga my shit bang, my shit bang (Nigga my shit bang) bang, bang, bang, bang