Bang (feat. Moss K. Nada)

Go on and let the track bang Whether trap, drill or new jack swang Rhymes with meat for you to sink your fang into Haters hate but they still can't hang With the stuff we brang Go on and let the track bang (bang) Whether trap, drill or new jack swang (swang) Rhymes with meat for you to sink your fang into Haters hate but they still can't hang With the stuff we brang Let the track bang Moss K Nada in your section Bringin' Payne and mad Stylez into more than One Direction Nossa super bacana bro I'm in the booth chillin' wit G*Natural (E aí?) I'mma let it rip with a wicked flow Get feedback without taking it personal If you lean back, that makes it harder to chase after greenbacks, there's really no time to waste Can't you see that? (Observar) There's a better way We were never meant to work Sunday to Saturday Pão-duro, life more is than cake So I refine my craft (ayo) with take after take Cause the stakes could never be higher It's my cross to carry like I'm Mariah Dropping mad seeds like a ripe papaya You can't deny I got heat like a dollar in the dryer (EITA) It's my desire, to be excellent Counter perceptions that our morals are excrement And that's a fancy word for dog doo-doo I follow Jesusinho, but whether you do or not Either way I hope this track it hits the spot Today's a chance for you check what I got Maybe afterwards you'll be like "Why not?" I got nothing to lose If you suffered a bruise (cabeça-dura) Now you're back and you're not some pariah I'll be the plug; God's my supplier Still the one like Shania Twain So let the track bang Whether trap, drill or new jack swang Rhymes with meat for you to sink your fang into Haters hate but they still can't hang With the stuff we brang Go on and let the track bang (bang) Whether trap, drill or new jack swang (swang) Rhymes with meat for you to sink your fang into Haters hate but they still can't hang With the stuff we brang Let the track bang 'Cause it's another banger, no need for mash Like some cashmere, slip it off the hanger Let it soothe your brain, let it massage it You don't know it's truth, 'cause I always camouflage it With diverse strains of word play that's first rate Leave you nibblin' the goodies on your dessert plate If you givin' it third place, then that's an absurd claim Like saying that Kenya's Obama's birthplace But either way, crank up the track Play it louder and prouder for those in the back And even theobros that are wack Who take shots at me, but I block corrosive attacks I mean really it's not me that blocks it I read about the armor of God, and then I rocks it Don't give Jesus only the wheel, but give him The wings, doors, the fuselage plus the cockpit And don't be scared if the door pops off God's in control, and he ain't never caught off guard He's like the coast guard Picks you up and delivers like a postcard So He's the headliner, I'm the co-star When he operates, I'm left with no scar And if you follow God's plan then you'll go far And get free from the sin chain gang So let the track bang Whether trap, drill or new jack swang Rhymes with meat for you to sink your fang into Haters hate but they still can't hang With the stuff we brang Go on and let the track bang Whether trap, drill or new jack swan Rhymes with meat for you to sink your fang into Haters hate but they still can't hang With the stuff we brang Let the track bang 'Cause it's off the chain, let the track bang So if you wanna hang, let the track bang Just let it in your brain, let the track bang And you'll never be the same, let the track bang Let the track bang, let the track bang Ayy, let the track bang, let the track bang Ayy, let the track bang, let the track bang Ayy, let the track bang, let the track bang Let the track bang, let the track bang Ayy, let the track bang, let the track bang Ayy, let the track bang, let the track bang Ayy, let the track bang, let the track bang