Banger
Chief Keef Lyrics


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Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me
? a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging
Red diamonds, blue diamonds, white diamonds
My crew shinin'
Dope money, gold diggers, I don't like her but she so fine
Beat the lining up out the pussy
That nigger might just try to eat the liner
Stand behind me cause I'm the finest
Gucci Mane niggas say your highness
Ball out like George Gervin
I'm a real killer but a good person
Ain't no turf it ain't your turf
Got a wild lil ? like a starburst
Everybody start running
It's a outburst at my concert
And my converse and my converter can't converse with no fuck's worth

Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me
? a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging

Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me
? a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging

Gangbanger banger and dro slanger
I got cash up out the anus
You want beef go buy a angus
Pistol speak another language
This nigger the lamest lamest
Goofiest, remained a stain
Glock on me I bang it bang it
In my trunk it's ?
Stankin stankin
Don't want your crew it's stanky stanky
Take a hundred jab all white then I sling it sling it
My D lying I named it Brandon
I'm a gangbanger not a witness ain't got no statements
One in the head, it's all safety
So let a nigger try to play me
GTA me, Saint's Rows ass pistols get to spraying, banging

Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me
? a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging

Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me
? a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging

Banger
You know I got that banger on me
You know I'm a gangster homie
You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
I gots to keep this banger with me




? a hundred fifty
Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging

Overall Meaning

In Chief Keef's song "Banger," he talks about how he carries a gun, or a "banger," with him at all times for protection. He also talks about his status as a gangster and the consequences of crossing him or stealing from him. He boasts about his wealth, with mentions of diamonds and cash, and his ability to beat up women during sex. He also talks about his gang affiliation and how he is not afraid to use violence. The song is a reflection of the violent and dangerous lifestyle that Chief Keef and many others live in certain neighborhoods.


The lyrics in this song paint a picture of a man who is proud of his gangster persona and uses violence to maintain his status. His "banger" is an important part of his identity, and he is willing to use it to protect himself and his crew. The lyrics also mention his wealth, implying that he has achieved success through participation in criminal activities. His misogyny is also evident, with mentions of beating up women during sex and objectifying them as "gold diggers."


Overall, "Banger" depicts a man who lives a life of violence, crime, and misogyny.


Line by Line Meaning

You know I got that banger on me
I always carry a gun with me


You know I'm a gangster homie
I'm a tough guy who doesn't mess around


You steal from us we cut off niggas fingers
If someone robs us, we'll take extreme measures to get revenge


I gots to keep this banger with me
I need to always have a gun on me for protection


? a hundred fifty
I have a lot of money


Hoppin' out big bands and pistols, hanging
I'm getting out of my fancy car with my guns visible


Red diamonds, blue diamonds, white diamonds
I have expensive jewelry


My crew shinin'
My friends and I are doing well and looking good


Dope money, gold diggers, I don't like her but she so fine
I have money from selling drugs and attract women who only want my wealth


Beat the lining up out the pussy
I have rough sex


That nigger might just try to eat the liner
He might try to have sex with her too


Stand behind me cause I'm the finest
Follow my lead because I'm the best


Gucci Mane niggas say your highness
My fans treat me like royalty


Ball out like George Gervin
I spend money extravagantly like a famous basketball player


I'm a real killer but a good person
I'm dangerous but I have a good heart


Ain't no turf it ain't your turf
I can go wherever I want, even if it's someone else's territory


Got a wild lil ? like a starburst
I have a crazy girl who is unpredictable


Everybody start running
People are scared and running away


It's a outburst at my concert
There is chaos and excitement during my performances


And my converse and my converter can't converse with no fuck's worth
My shoes and car have nothing to do with idiots


Gangbanger banger and dro slanger
I sell drugs and am involved in gang activity


I got cash up out the anus
I have a lot of money


You want beef go buy a angus
If you want to start trouble, go find it somewhere else


Pistol speak another language
My gun communicates in its own way


This nigger the lamest lamest
This guy is a complete loser


Goofiest, remained a stain
He's a silly person who leaves a bad impression


Glock on me I bang it bang it
I'm not afraid to use my gun


In my trunk it's ? stankin stankin
There's something unpleasant in my car trunk


Don't want your crew it's stanky stanky
I don't like your friends, they're shady


Take a hundred jab all white then I sling it sling it
I sell drugs and make a lot of money doing it


My D lying I named it Brandon
I have a gun and gave it a nickname


I'm a gangbanger not a witness ain't got no statements
I'm not a snitch, I don't tell on others


One in the head, it's all safety
I always make sure my gun is ready to use


So let a nigger try to play me
Don't mess with me or you'll regret it


GTA me, Saint's Rows ass pistols get to spraying, banging
I'm aggressive and will use my guns to defend myself




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Keith Cozart, Radric Davis

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