Bang

Tom-Star Ft Pretty Girl Shay - Bang (Lyrics)

//Hook (Tom-Star)

Whoa! Bring the weed yeah we gotta smoke it, Yeah! I let it burn i don't fuc*en wait
(Yea) Bang Bang Bang Bang, i wanna start up again, let my name get a rank, i'm on a trap again (X2)

//Verse 1 (Tom-Star)

(Yea) H-town yeah i'm there boy, the city now got the best boy, Tom-Star wanna fly high let the city feel got the best boy, my niece want all the ten toys, i came back with the ten stacks let my niggas feel i don't play cheques, i ain't working for the low cash, let my city know my name, let'em know that i came, i ain't working for the lame you wanna get me then you gotta pay, i wanna get to the game, i got the bars for days, i wanna roll today bring all the weed my nigga i play, you gotta press replay, i wanna go relay, let my name to your head you wanna know it then you gotta wait, hoped in with the best bars, bang bang let'em feel me, trap hard nigga west side wanna get top nigga worldwide, i gotta plan for days, i gotta stack for way, greedy for game again, some of the fame i gained, fuck it my nigga i got it, greedy my nigga i want it, more figures gonna get it, now you know that i want it

//Hook (Tom-Star)

Whoa! Bring the weed yeah we gotta smoke it, Yeah! I let it burn i don't fuc*en wait,
Bang Bang Bang Bang, i wanna start up again, let my name get a rank, i'm on a trap again (X2)

//Verse 2 (Pretty Girl Shay)

Bang bang bang bang
I’m blowin’ up like I’m Saddam Hussein, Spitting’ gas propane
You niggas want fire
I’m bringing’ the flames,
Throw it up gang gang
Throwin’ out signs
you better catch game
By the time that I’m finished you gone know my name These bitches are phony You Niggas are lame Just look at my chain Look how it hangs
Diamonds on watches
Money on brain Just look how they watchin’ These niggas be lurking and plottin’ I’m thinkin’ they one in the same They watchin’ my fortune and fame Weather woman make it rain Thee American girl American made switchin’up switchin’ blades
Switch it up gettin’ paid
Live it up Ridin’ waves
I’m thinkin’ they startin’ to hate on me Say you gotta lot of cash but the banks on me So you call yo’self the plug but the danks on me Who spilled they drank on me
Oh now the dranks on me Wanna smoke all my weed Wanna smoke it for free Pretty in my pink with the Gucci’s on my feet Matchin’ Gucci bag on my back and it’s filled up with cash Ridin’ foreigns and it’s filled up with gas A hunnid racks in my hand foreign bands setting trends turnin’ up in foreign lands Turnin’ up with Africans mother-ship mother-land they don’t really understand
Bad chick back again
I get it any way i can
I made a deal with the devil Lord forgive me for my sin Please forgive me once again Later on I’ll repent But right now i wanna win...Yeee!

//Hook (Tom-Star)

Whoa! Bring the weed yeah we gotta smoke it, Yeah! I let it burn i don't fuc*en wait,
(Tom-Star SA)
Whoa! Bring the weed yeah we gotta smoke it, Yeah!.