LowBee3k - Banged Out

Ayy, I'm banged out to the flesh, you see me banged out

Keep it on my side, I ain't never took the safe route

I'm pistol toting on niggas who like to run they mouth

You heard me, I'm tryna fuck, not cuff We just vibin' out

First off, It's just me, couple fades, knock blood out till you bleed

I ain't worried bout no yee's, I'm just moving at my speed

I ain't slowing down when I'm too focused on the cheese

Let me tell you something, bout me, it's the way I live

Coming straight up out the dirt, but I don't fuck with pigs

It's crazy, that we repent, just to repeat sins
I prayed to God, then I turned into the murder man

I keep four, five, and Nina's that's for any man

I get loose when my lungs enhanced How it feel to be up in that cell without a bail

Just something you can't handle well

I'm ten toes, stepping, trooping in this Christian Lou's

Tomorrow I'm feeling Balenciaga space boots

I got a daughter now, that shit crazy, foo
Gotta catch a couple fades when I'm like 42

This shit get insane, but I ain't from babies, foo

You see me chugging up an L right before I shoot

I'm banged out to the flesh, you see me coming foo

The homies Had to knock him off the block, he getting comfortable

Damn, it's a snake in the grass for sure

Huh, that's what happens when you switch the coupe

Niggas wasn't really on my side, I was last resort

Light him up like it's summertime when I blow this torch

How you hating on my side, where you on the porch

How you trying to cut the gang ties when you in the told

Ayy, she thought I'd love her, need a hundred more

Ayyy, she thought I'd love her, need a hundred more

I'm banged out to the flesh, you see me banged out

Keep it on my side, I ain't never take the safe route

I'm pistol toting on niggas who like to run their mouth

You heard me I'm tryna fuck, not cuff, we just vibing out

First off It's just me, couple fades, knock blood out till you bleed

I ain't worried bout no yees, I'm just moving at my speed

I ain't slowing down when I'm too focused on the cheese

Check on Neiman, cause I'm hanging with Marcus

Don't hate me, hate the nigga who started

Walk him down, it was part of his journey

These jewels on my neck, I got them from purging

The whole gang, we really ice surfing

She say she hate me, but her pussy on thirsty

I must admit, just that uptown potion

Toss a stick in the bush, it ain't poking
Mmm, do you really wanna die for a trophy

I just stuff it in a wheel when I'm lonely
I don't trust nobody, these niggas be phony

Couple crips, that's the blue strips on me
Had to stick them for a shit, he ain't know me

It's hella cold, but the block real cozy
How you switching a cell like you chosen

She say she want it now, better be worth something
Mmm

Ha, I'm banged out to the flesh, you see me banged out
Ayy, what he say? Keep it on my side

I ain't never took a safe route

I'm pistol toting on niggas who like to run they mouth

You heard me , I'm tryna fuck, not cuff we just vibing out

Run it back, we on the hood

Mmm, okay, that shit over, yeah, that's hard

Written by:
MusiQ Johnson

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