作词 : Brandon King/Darrel Jackson/Bryson Potts 作曲 : Brandon King/Darrel Jackson/Bryson Potts Banger Young new world, young new wave Ohhh-ooh-ohhh DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger Ay Drip drop, big drip Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumb head it’s gon’ spin the Benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end Ayy (uh), wait (uh), telling my boy is that Slime on go (Ayy, go ayy) Why that b***h mad at lil’ bro? (Uh, woah) Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs Know I stay in Gucci man Might just go Super Saiyan Run up on me, you get hit Couple shots to your brain Hop out wit’ it, hop out get it No Lil Pump, got her screaming “ESS***TIT” My hittas got good aim I rep young nigga man They givin’ out free smoke, come get this nicotine Oh Lord, oh Lord Skips that vault heat Shots to his door Play this back, I’ll be real everybody Sittin’ heavy, I’ll be real everybody Someone said take out the opps, if you was really, really ’bout it We keep a rockstar v**e, that’s a fact Hop out, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) Ay Drip drop, big drip Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumb head it’s gon’ spin the Benz Keep tryna play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end Ayy (uh), wait (uh), telling my boy is that Slime on go (Ayy, go ayy) Why that b***h mad at lil’ bro? (Uh, woah) Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no (NLE the Top Shotta) No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs (Ayy) Don’t need security because I’m securing me Don’t think you hearin’ me, ten on my earrings Niggas gon’ mirror me, won’t interfere on me Chain on purity, see that shit clearly Designer rockin’, my 5 in my pocket I go for the score and you niggas can’t block it I’m comin’ like joggers, ballin’ be my hobby Ay, stop all that talkin’ and get you a body, before you get bodied Been hit a body, charge me with the body, then go beat the body Damn that’s a body, got calamari and Oxycontins, on Mollys and Roxys Pull up in the Masi, in the back like Maazy, I post with my posse, we slidin’ like hockey Couple of females that post in the lobby, I walk past and they screamin’ out “Papi” I saved the trends, the city gon’ trend me, POs lookin’ near me, but they gon’ hear me They can’t keep it friendly, niggas don’t list me Drop on the ten-speed, let off ’bout twenty We pullin’ out the lot, straight drop, we poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ You say what about the opps, they body droppin’, droppin’ I mix the diamonds and drip with the cheddar My teeth speakin’ different language like Rosetta I thought a nigga knew better You can’t mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Berettas Say he a stepper, but I took his metal I’d rather go federal ‘fore I go medical Mind over matter My bars, they metaphors I told the police that I’m just a rapper Drip drop, big drip (Drip) Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in (YNW) I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends (Brr) Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumbhead it’s gon’ spin the Benz (Skrtt) Keep tryin’ to play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end (Brr) Hey, wait, telling my boy is that Slime on go, oh (Fax) Why that b***h mad at lil’ bro? Bro Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs (Brr)
[00:00.000] 作词 : Brandon King/Darrel Jackson/Bryson Potts [00:00.225] 作曲 : Brandon King/Darrel Jackson/Bryson Potts [00:00.451]Banger [00:04.395]Young new world, young new wave [00:08.389]Ohhh-ooh-ohhh [00:11.638]DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger [00:13.892]Ay [00:14.145]Drip drop, big drip [00:15.643]Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in [00:17.407]I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends [00:20.893]Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumb head it’s gon’ spin the Benz [00:24.399]Keep tryna play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end [00:27.894]Ayy (uh), wait (uh), telling my boy is that Slime on go (Ayy, go ayy) [00:32.903]Why that b***h mad at lil’ bro? (Uh, woah) [00:36.393]Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no [00:39.642]No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs [00:41.896]Know I stay in Gucci man [00:43.647]Might just go Super Saiyan [00:45.145]Run up on me, you get hit [00:46.900]Couple shots to your brain [00:48.648]Hop out wit’ it, hop out get it [00:52.145]No Lil Pump, got her screaming “ESS***TIT” [00:55.897]My hittas got good aim [00:57.650]I rep young nigga man [00:59.392]They givin’ out free smoke, come get this nicotine [01:02.898]Oh Lord, oh Lord [01:06.150]Skips that vault heat [01:07.890]Shots to his door [01:09.899]Play this back, I’ll be real everybody [01:11.639]Sittin’ heavy, I’ll be real everybody [01:13.148]Someone said take out the opps, if you was really, really ’bout it [01:16.643]We keep a rockstar v**e, that’s a fact [01:19.895]Hop out, Gucci, Louis, Fendi bag (DJ on the beat, so it’s a banger) [01:23.644]Ay [01:23.890]Drip drop, big drip [01:25.399]Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in [01:26.897]I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends [01:30.394]Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumb head it’s gon’ spin the Benz [01:33.897]Keep tryna play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end [01:37.401]Ayy (uh), wait (uh), telling my boy is that Slime on go (Ayy, go ayy) [01:42.584]Why that b***h mad at lil’ bro? (Uh, woah) [01:46.078]Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no (NLE the Top Shotta) [01:49.584]No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs (Ayy) [01:51.839]Don’t need security because I’m securing me [01:53.332]Don’t think you hearin’ me, ten on my earrings [01:55.087]Niggas gon’ mirror me, won’t interfere on me [01:56.827]Chain on purity, see that shit clearly [01:58.582]Designer rockin’, my 5 in my pocket [02:00.080]I go for the score and you niggas can’t block it [02:02.330]I’m comin’ like joggers, ballin’ be my hobby [02:03.585]Ay, stop all that talkin’ and get you a body, before you get bodied [02:05.780]Been hit a body, charge me with the body, then go beat the body [02:08.287]Damn that’s a body, got calamari and Oxycontins, on Mollys and Roxys [02:12.535]Pull up in the Masi, in the back like Maazy, [02:14.282]I post with my posse, we slidin’ like hockey [02:16.029]Couple of females that post in the lobby, [02:17.783]I walk past and they screamin’ out “Papi” [02:19.535]I saved the trends, the city gon’ trend me, [02:21.281]POs lookin’ near me, but they gon’ hear me [02:23.030]They can’t keep it friendly, niggas don’t list me [02:24.785]Drop on the ten-speed, let off ’bout twenty [02:26.536]We pullin’ out the lot, straight drop, we poppin’, poppin’, poppin’ [02:29.534]You say what about the opps, they body droppin’, droppin’ [02:33.283]I mix the diamonds and drip with the cheddar [02:35.035]My teeth speakin’ different language like Rosetta [02:37.158]I thought a nigga knew better [02:38.168]You can’t mix the glizzy and the choppas with the Berettas [02:40.166]Say he a stepper, but I took his metal [02:41.909]I’d rather go federal ‘fore I go medical [02:43.418]Mind over matter [02:45.669]My bars, they metaphors [02:46.421]I told the police that I’m just a rapper [02:47.166]Drip drop, big drip (Drip) [02:48.664]Droppin’ when I’m steppin’ in (YNW) [02:50.418]I remember being broke, used to shop at Citi Trends (Brr) [02:53.913]Keep a MAC-11 ’round me, dumbhead it’s gon’ spin the Benz (Skrtt) [02:57.419]Keep tryin’ to play with the gang, that’s how your story gon’ end (Brr) [03:00.914]Hey, wait, telling my boy is that Slime on go, oh (Fax) [03:05.918]Why that b***h mad at lil’ bro? Bro [03:09.615]Gucci, Fendi, I rock designer clothes, no [03:13.272]No don’t need security, my dawg got bombs [03:18.276](Brr)
