bang bus - xv & mike summers lyrics
[intro: xv]
(red dot, headshot)
i just feel like y’all just don’t wanna rap no more
(get hot then drop)
that’s all y’all do
(bang on ’em, bang on ’em)
that’s all you got?
(bang on ’em, bang on ’em)
for real?
(bang on ’em, bang on ’em)
hahahaha. nah
(bang, bang, bang)
[verse 1: xv]
how the kid still ill, fresh off of a new deal
i’m too real to even try to offer the blue pill
the red top on the new wheels like lucille
all bulls jersey, y’all dudes number two still
the jordan 4’s that i put on got a flu feel
off the bench, make a dude feel like [?]
wings in*between games, throwin’ a few bills
ladiеs sayin’, “tell me what you want”, like dru hill
i’m lockеd in
left a dozen shots in ya top ten
oozin’ through that blue in manhattan that they watch man (watchmen)
the midwest kid just won’t be boxed in
my mind craft (minecraft) words that be makin’ the block spin
stocks in the market, stocks lookin’ like dwight schrute
and still got cute chicks on my drive*thru
i’m fly like mister moon knight in a white suit
i’m watchin’ for the jakes that might shoot
get down
[chorus: xv]
aim on ’em
red dot, headshot, no stain on ’em
get hot then drop like rain on ’em
sh*t knocks six blocks, then bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go (bang), go (bang), go (bang), go
[verse 2: xv]
the light on, the sight on the right arm
like brett favre from pylon to pylon
i’ve been raging since zack and tom morello
pen game is brian azzarello
so it’s insane that these n*ggas on these labels don’t know the drill unless i work with 808melo
but my vibe is like the time at rocafella
radio freestyles and rhymin’ acapella
i’m still making sure the tapes a classic
even if it doesn’t get plays that’s massive
i crash shift like tables, ladders and chair matches
flip like 450 splashes
live like a legend that’s a statement
meant for this place that’s a placement
back to the basics
back like i’m neo with a leather jacket and about to smash in they faces
[chorus: xv]
aim on ’em
red dot, headshot, no stain on ’em
get hot then drop like rain on ’em
sh*t knocks six blocks, then bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go (bang), go (bang), go (bang), go
[verse 3: k.a.a.n.]
bangin’ like a loaded pistol let’s get it clearer than crystal
these shots hittin’ your torso, massage your body tissue
we not with the subliminal
n*gga if i diss you it’s gonna feel like north korea fired a heat seeking missile
what about all these beats i’m cookin’? hear the sizzle
choppin’ up all the fat i’m cuttin’ off the gristle
stackin’ up all this cash, you know my motive is fiscal
my star is shining brighter n*gga i’ll eclipse you
ain’t my fault that when you was playing pick up no one picked you
they dismiss you, easily forget you, better grab a tissue
you filled with preservatives, you artificial
you superficial, all of your sh*t block cause your status little, you not official
we’ve been makin’ waves, you makin’ ripples, you lookin’ fickle
all of this sh*t is simple like sellin’ dimes and nickels
tried to merge into my lane but you brittle, we leave ’em crippled
[chorus: xv]
aim on ’em
red dot, headshot, no stain on ’em
get hot then drop like rain on ’em
sh*t knocks six blocks, then bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go bang on ’em
go (bang), go (bang), go (bang), go
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