Songtexte Bang Bang! - Fnta!

I got a bitch out of L.A.,
She never been out to the Raq
So I flew that lil' bitchover here
Right before the flight, I was in Dubai,
Out in the tropical trappin' for real
No, I cannot fuck with that hoe
She was out on the net
Really cappin' for real
No, I cannot fuck with that bitch,
She was sayin' we dated
We wasn't for real

You been stuck in my head for a minute, I really don't get it,
Feel like you been playin' me
On the top of my head like a fitted,
But lately been feelin' too crazy
Someone tell Hannah to delete my number,
I ain't never textin' back that bitch
Tell her Iran, I'll be right here just in case she want my-

Oh my God, you insane
I8, it's a butterfly
Goin' 300, switchin' lanes
All black, Bruce Wayne
Real Kurt Cobain
Pull up with a hundred round
Told brodie, "Pull up, hit his brains"
Now we at the funeral the same day

(Ou woah)
Bitch, boom, boom, bang, bang
Bitch, boom, boom, bitch, fa, fa, bang, bang
(Ou woah)
Bitch, boom, boom, bang, bang
Boom, boom, bitch, fa, fa, bang, bang

Maybach coupe fell in love with the stars
(And now I'm in love with 'em all)
VS, bought that lil' bitch a new bra
(But she keep on poppin' it off)
Honolulu, we be out in Hawaii
With Bentleys and Beamers and Rolls
She postin' pictures like a model on Instagram,
Bitch, we never been in Vogue
Pull up, issa two-seater
(Swerve)
New clip, issa new heater
(Swerve)
30K, that's a new feature
(Swerve)
Hit the pedal or I teach ya'
(Swerve)
I reached for the stars,
But I landed on top of the moon
Huh, for real
My bitch toxic, she got my location
I can't even move,
Huh, for real
But I got no service,
We trappin' in Beverly Hills,
Huh, for real
Stripper bitch,
She come through with a hundred in bills
Huh, for real

Phone been on DND
No, I ain't been textin' no one
But they ain't believe in me
So I guess I ain't stressin' no one
I know that you leavin' me
Cause I can't put my trust in no one
I can't put my heart into another girl
They had another heart before one
Now I'm open
I'm up too high, I'm losin' connection,
I should probably slow down
(I can't give you my heart, cause I'm broken)

You been stuck in my head for a minute, I really don't get it,
Feel like you been playin' me
On the top of my head like a fitted,
But lately been feelin' too crazy
Someone tell Hannah to delete my number,
I ain't never textin' back that bitch
Tell her Iran, I'll be right here just in case she want my-

Oh my God, you insane
I8, it's a butterfly
Goin' 300, switchin' lanes
All black, Bruce Wayne
Real Kurt Cobain
Pull up with a hundred round
Told brodie, "Pull up, hit his brains"
Now we at the funeral the same day

(Ou woah)
Bitch, boom, boom, bang, bang
Bitch, boom, boom, bitch, fa, fa, bang, bang
(Ou woah)
Bitch, boom, boom, bang, bang
Boom, boom, bitch, fa, fa, bang, bang