Wall Bang - Cyraq

Boom boom!

Wall bang!

Bow bow!

Lakes!

Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business

Diss on the gang like Dora he missin

This nigga shakin and twitchin and bitchin

The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin

Nigga get bit if he go outside

I like me a? cuz I’m not finna hide

New baby 9, pull up and die

Imma fuck in decline I’m not finna lie

Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain’t gon clap

I like patty cake nigga play Imma clap

I’m trigger happy I ain’t givin no doubt

Rob who he died outside the trap

Nigga run in this ho Imma wall bang

Rap ass nigga gon free like 2 chains

Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain

You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came

I feel disrespected so I’m finna shoot

A body collectd we took off his roof

OG got me stuck like a blunt full of glu

My dawg lil Eric he finna get loose

Nigga I keep me a stick like a log

The bitch too ghetto she turnin me off

You better keep suckin until I go soft

Element of surprise while he walking his dog

Nigga aim at yo target you shootin at the ground

Yo uncle a pallet we layin him down

Loaded got the bed so I fucked on the coach

No TV bitch just watch ho mouth

Touchdown in the pussy then turned to a kicka

And when I get rich I’m a rich ass killa

Glock both ways, bitches and niggas

Imma shoot if you come out the sto' with a swisher

My niggas tweekin on big and small shit

Lil Eric short but he fuckin a tall bitch

Ion like big Glocks give me the small bitch

911 we sleep he callin

Eveytime I pop out this lil ho wanna eat me

And yeah I’m that nigga so they wanna be me

Glock with a dick boy you not finna be me

You gon see this Glock on my hip when you see me

Spin in a tuxedo we handle our business

Diss on the gang like Dora he missin

This nigga shakin and twitchin and bitchin

The Glock a mosquito he scratchin he itchin

Nigga get bit if he go outside

I like me a? cuz I’m not finna hide

New baby 9, pull up and die

Imma fuck in decline I’m not finna lie

Cuz bitch Imma ho and I ain’t gon clap

I like patty cake nigga play Imma clap

I’m trigger happy I ain’t givin no doubt

Rob who he died outside the trap

Nigga run in this ho Imma wall bang

Rap ass nigga gon free like 2 chains

Bag on yo head or go get me a new chain

You gon get shot trynna play like Luke came

My bullets they yellow I call a?

You’ll get hit like we playing tennis

No mortal combat you know that these feelings

So I’m smokin that gas I’m high like a celing

I’m top shoota cuz I catch bodies

Feel like Dej Loaf I want you to try me

Use your iphone so you can come find me

Let off some shots now he stuck to a hoby