Donnie
BANGIN’, $LANGIN’, & $NITCHIN’
Intro (Wrestling Sample)
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Producer Tag
Donnie made this shit

Ad-Lib (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two

Label Tags
Just-2-Sweet!
Bullet Club, for, for, for, for life

Pre-Verse (UGK David)
Check, check, one, two
Three, four

Verse 1 (UGK David)
Yeah I'm coming with the lick, n***a
Coming with the Blicky
Got off the shit, n***a, you better get the sticky
I'm the man of the hour, I do this so better
I do this shit, n***a, 'cuz I'm mothеrfucking clever
I'm like YG, n***a, I'm pimpin' lucky, yo
But еverybody knows never take me for a joke
King folk to the relationship, I can't fold
But if you was a purple rag then you can fold, yeah
I'm coming with the n***as, coming with the banter
I'm clever than any other n***a with what I'm doing with my cheddar
I think I'm a little side eyed, lies, suicide, homicide
I do this shit, kill your only shit, suicide
I'm making money so n***as want all the drama
But I'm "05" Drama, Hi-C, and a Blood affiliated
Momma felt-ed this shit, I created
And that's why I'ma kill you and rest you like cremated
The money and the butter and the n***a's better get, quick
Boy you ain't about the life, boy you ain't about the shit
I know bitches who dead on their own bitch shit
So why you "n***as", but you actin' like a bitch, bitch?
And why you always talkin' like you been a snitch, bitch?
And why you runnin' with you n***as like you is a bitch?
N***a, you a fucking faggot on the low
We can tell, easy cum, easy come, and easy go
So take you life, Joe Frasier, or I'ma hit it up
I got the shit, n***a, I'm about to kettle up
And like a Colombine n***a, I'm about to shoot it up
And like a hot record, n***a about to blow up
Verse 2 (Jeff2Fresh)
I slay talk, I rich talk, but I ain't about the bitch talk
Run up in your house and hop your shit like I went without an aim
Blame it on, blame it on the shits, but not on my team
I'm a chopper, on the left I got it on deck
I got the 40s and the 17s, n***a's don't wanna play games
They find a door, I catch em, like they come for breakfast, tired story
Till next year when I get the peace and achieve my M.O.,
I'm possessed, motherfucker
Off coast, n***a, then I get ghost
You can't ride my wave 'cuz you won't float, I got to go
I got a Glock, bitch, I betcha don't wanna choke
I got your bitch, she gon' always choke
And I got my Momma, she been rockin' with the llama
Bitch is caught in the trenches too, separate fiend-s
For the bitches like I used to
You n***a's foolies, rock around like I used to
Knock your brain's out with a couple tool-ies, (Me and my)
Bitches in threes and shooting clips like the movies