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letra de what you bang for - lil tony official

[intro]
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

[verse]
i will never speak on sh-t that i don’t know
never tell you that it’s this and it was that, and i ain’t know
when a time a n-gga played wit my last name and i ain’t sco’
every time they said it was beef i stood up tall, boy, i ain’t fold
freaky b-tches on ig actin’ like they my main ho
ion know about these lil’ b-tches, they f-cked on my main bro
spitting on top of my head, the game is inside of a chain, ho
they won’t cry for you, you cry for them, boy, what you bang for?

rappin’ and standin’ on business, they know how i been livin’
they say i don’t listen ’cause i don’t pay these broke n-ggas attention
freak ho tryna f-ck me, i ignore them hoes, stay out my mention
know that i’m going to blow it if they keep starin’, seein’ if i’m wit it
you heard it once, gon’ hear it twice, boy, all these bags for thirty-three
i clutch this g2c in my jeans if he try to murder me
tryna rap and get these bands, boy, i can feel the urgency
this a different side of me, what me murk for our currency
i will rock some prada jeans before i put on some robbing jeans
i tote this big ass 233 if a f-ck boy thing about robbing me
from the westside of atlanta, a lot of murder and robberies
on my way up to the top, he die if he thinks about stopping me, yeah
i will never speak on sh-t that i don’t know
never tell you that it’s this and it was that, and i ain’t know
when a time a n-gga played wit my last name and i ain’t sco’
every time they said it was beef i stood up tall, boy, i ain’t fold
freaky b-tches on ig actin’ like they my main ho
ion know about these lil’ b-tches, they f-cked on my main bro
spitting on top of my head, the game is inside of a chain, ho
they won’t cry for you, you cry for them, boy, what you bang for?

i can’t name a n-gga who shot at me, man, who is hot at me?
even as i sold my weed the robbers wouldn’t rob t key
big ass ar-15, it hold 60, it shoot 233
bar for bar, car for car, these rap n-ggas couldn’t stick wit me
i will go get a p-ssy whacked, you ain’t tryna go and blitz for me
i got rich as f-ck, started poppin’ sh-t, now they want pics from me
see i’m lit as f-ck, now all these p-ssy boys want to cl!ck wit me
— must think that i’m green, tryna put that b-tch on me
like n-gga, what?
my bro then hit him up
can’t go like jfk in public, i got this semi tuck
in new york wit bl!cky bl!cky, n-gga play, we bl!ck him up
before this rap sh-t when we was broke, boy, we would stick you up
i’m on some mob sh-t, when i sign my deal my weapon is tucked
in the streets, won’t break no leg, gon’ bust his head, i wish him luck
my youngins buckin’ fye, if you got it on you keep it tucked
i ain’t never f-ck with sl-ts, if you play p-ssy then you will get f-cked
i will never speak on sh-t that i don’t know
never tell you that it’s this and it was that, and i ain’t know
when a time a n-gga played wit my last name and i ain’t sco’
every time they said it was beef i stood up tall, boy, i ain’t fold
freaky b-tches on ig actin’ like they my main ho
ion know about these lil’ b-tches, they f-cked on my main bro
spitting on top of my head, the game is inside of a chain, ho
they won’t cry for you, you cry for them, boy, what you bang for?

- lil tony official

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