G-Eazy Feat. Tyga - Bang

G-Eazy Feat. Tyga - Bang
June 25th, 2019
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G-Eazy and Tyga connect on "Bang" Produced by Kyle Van Riper, Nick Mira & Westen Weiss

Song Lyrics

Aye
I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that shit bang

Why so serious, I'm never fuckin' around
These pigeons dead stock, they never touchin' the ground
Plane Jane Patek I'm never bustin' it down
Flagrant as fuck, I'm never toning it down (Yeah)
Oh, you big mad?
Why you chasin' a chick that I been had?
Took your dream girl down, yeah I did that
Got some pop-star bodies, been hit that
Believe me my belt got notches
Safe full of diamonds, a couple nice watches
Made some mistakes and they think they could stop us
But Tiger plays golf and the whole world watches

Aye, (yee)
I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game (Winners win)
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that shit bang

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Load it up, aim, pop, shoot it up
Boot it up, strapped up, toot it up
It's game time, put me in, I'm suited up
Bitch I'm good enough, I don't need the luck
Heartbreaker like Suzie, hotter than jacuzzi
Make her buy open mouth like a scary movie
I got 10 cars, park them like Lil Uzi
Proof's in the income, I ain't gotta prove it (nope)
She got a man, nigga I ain't stupid
But the way you work that body mean you gotta lose it
And that pussy good, show me how you use it
Step by step, baby go through it

I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that shit bang

Yeah, talk to me nicely
Fifty on the chain, oh my god I'm so pricey
Mami she Spanish, she keep it so spicy
She throw it back, she like "Papi, don't bite me"
Make her bend down
She 'gon let me clip when I'm in town
Big Bentley truck, rolled her tints down
10k a month, Hell's Kitchen in Midtown (Yeah)
L.A. to New York, Bicoastal
I'm international, not local
I'm banned for these vintage Chanel bifocals
If you ain't talkin' bags then I'm antisocial (Be gone)

Aye
I'm a balla, baby, he ain't got no game
I'm a big dog, baby, rock big chains
And I need a super freak like Rick James

Pop that ass for me baby make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang
Make that shit
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang
Pop that ass for me, baby
Make that shit bang