Bang On My Chest!

Marcus Dunn

Bang on my chest
And I don't get no rest
I'm so fly Mac 11 belong in a nest
So to me I can see yo bitch a 3 at best
So that's three choppas w beams aimin at ya neck
Copped me a check got me boarding a jet now she wet cause she love when I'm gripping her breasts
Can't even stop got me going and flowing this shit getting light I won't eeen break a sweat

Bet
At this point I go harder than everyone
Accept conflict and do not forget da don
Bring it back to basics I'm bakin sum
In the stu w the crew yea I'm making sum
Touch the fam ima catch me a murder one
I know niggas be feindin ice on me anemic you think that you scheming I ain't the one
Most these niggas start rappin they one n done
Lotta niggas be cappin they ain't on nun
I done pulled out the seven six two choppa
And that bitch came equipped w a hunnid drum
Ima dot my eyes do what a laser could
Get to shakin ima wake up the whole neighborhood
And I'm bussin at the Niggas who fake
I'm drippin hard as a lake
You know the Ak stock is made of wood
Yessuhh
Yung Mac controlling
Attention they hold it
I came in too focused
They foldin like bowling
They know that I know it
He snitchin and hoein
The Draco stay blowin
She suck till it's swollen
I know that I'm poppin
Like Asap I'm rockin
No snitchin jaw lock-in
I'm spitting that hot shit

Ain't gotta say nun I know that I got it

But I like Flexin at functions and pourin the four in my soda you know how I like it
Gettin this paper I chop up the brick with the saber like Yoda you know how I slice it
My money long as a mile these Niggas corrupt with the style you know how they bite it
Who wanna get wild you can't even ask for the smoke cause it's me and my niggas who light it

Okay

I'm the shit these niggas the shit these bitches
I don't give a fuck I got god as my witness
I started a business
You hardely winning
Yo girl busy suckin my balls in the kitchen
But ima get witcha
Put up a price I ain't talking bout Fisher
Diamonds stay flashin my wrist taking pictures
I cannot stop on the road to my riches
There ain't no forgiveness cause ima keep winning
I ain't tryna box w that Glock you get dropped in a minute
I look like Popeye off the spinach
You though you was wit it
Believe me I won't be forgetting
Fuck the judge fuck the sentence
Fuck the plug and the reggie bud that he flipping
My money burst to the ceilin
Not looking for trouble but if it come I won't be slippin

Bang on my chest
And I don't get no rest
I'm so fly Mac 11 belong in a nest
So to me i can see yo bitch a three at best
So that's three choppas w beams aimin at ya neck
Copped me a check got me boarding a jet now she wet cause she love when I'm gripping her breasts
Can't even stop got me going and flowing this shit getting light I won't eeen break a sweat

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The song “Bang On My Chest!” by Akil was composed by Marcus Dunn.

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