Better Bang It Lyrics – Jdot Breezy

Read the full Better Bang It lyrics by Jdot Breezy from the album along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song.

N!ggas get darker than dog. Yeah.
Still standing, I ain’t running, I ain’t.
No face this s*it, smoke this dope.
I ain’t without that fake. You talking,
see me? You better bang it. I ain’t
hiding or perpetrating. A n!gga try
something. I ain’t finna rap for this,
like on or off camera. I’ma make your
ass famous. B!tch, I’m that same man.
I can bet that on my bang. Put that fully
into his head. Leave a message ’bout what
they gonna do to me. I’m the last n!gga

they gonna touch.

I been dumb. Don’t get no love, trust.
That s*it come turn me up. Say my
brother going to play that cut.
If you fu*k with me, he going to
fu*k you up. Can’t solve everything,
but it make your problems come out better.

Gave my heart and they all dog me,
now I ass don’t let up. All alone,
my feelings bled. I had my heart
on top my sweater. But once I woke up,
s*it bye-bye and rest up.

Ain’t no drive. Now I walk down and kill.
I stay at a bro with skills,
like down banana pills. He fall over.
Dope in that 50—shots they dropped on
my pop. Still dope street heating,
put a n!gga right in his scope.
Now it’s kind of loop, it’s blood leaking.
I advise: don’t get too close.
I’m paranoid, might start squeezing.

N!ggas think that he the devil.
Watch how I walk down on this demon,
real leaking. Act a fool, that’s me,
I bleed it. You know that’s me.
I been ducked off more than pieces.
Gangster cry—why the fu*k I act
like a piece of mine ain’t needed?

Be your own dog doing time, but act
like you change. I ain’t have a reason.
I like my b!tch ’cause see the dope.
Riding with this .45, that’s my protection.
No speaking to her. You greet me,
then move around. Everything down.
She calling me dead. I spoil her,
be $lutting. I need that money, a fet.
She serving that fet.

That boy trying to stack him, now better
get his knowledge. A broke n!gga
I couldn’t be. One who hating with me,
I don’t see none. How the fu*k you
the plug in front? How you trapping
but got no money?

N!ggas go broke when I hate on something.
N!ggas go broke, now they hating for nothing.
I make a n!gga, n!gga taste his gun.
When smoke, I never run. All right there
when they come. I’m right there for them funds.
I’m stacking up bread to rich my son.
My little girls want for nothing.

I’m cashing out, know how I come.
I’m going to set that. They won’t be
linked up with no bump. N!ggas get
fu*ked up trying to stunt. I don’t give
a fu*k about where you from.
I don’t give a fu*k how many of y’all
outside. I’m dumb. Shots still come.

I got be fresh as fu*k.
Bad b!tches want to eat me up.
I always get that nacho cheese
like a bag of Doritos. Son, it’s a victim—
don’t be one. Bounce. I get one-v-one.
I love you gang. You cannot go nowhere,
know it can’t be done.

If you know you in that field,
why the fu*k you leave your gun?
You really love me, girl—it’s your head.
Give me some, give me some. Heard what
they said. I don’t get no rest.
I’m balling till it’s over. I play my part,
did what I did. Carry pain on my shoulder.

Was there for them, left me for dead.
They had crossed me over. I’m on some
fu*k the world s*it, won’t let
nobody closer. Say he going to kill D—
catch one, he kill on demand. Black truck
with my glee. Pull on side, I switch
your ass, but I’m still trying to flip a bag.

He said he want bodies. Yeah, he straight
zipped his ass, boy, in that body bag.
Like it’s 2012, with .32 swinging,
like I’m cheeky with P. N!ggas say they
cool—I’m a little cooler. N!ggas say he
want my soul. Now he slumped over.

Let the bells ring, amen.