Bang Bang
Gudda Gudda Lyrics

Shooting till my motherfuckin' hand fall off
I am shooting with my gun tirelessly until my hand becomes numb or falls off.

The track stars the gun shot ran y'all off
The song starts with the sound of a gun shot, which makes you run away.

I pop like a soda watch the can fall off
I shoot my enemies and they fall down like a can of soda after being popped open.

I can kill y'all and y'all boss
I have the power to kill both you and your boss with my guns.

Shotguns handguns louder than a band drum
The sound of my guns is louder than that of a band drum, including the drums played by the drum major.

You fuckin' with the drum major or let me play you the anthem
Do you want to mess with the drum major or do you want me to play you the anthem, both of which are powerful and intense?

Bang bang bang bang call it heavy metal
My shots are so loud and aggressive that they sound like they belong in a heavy metal song.

I say bang bang bitch I make you feel every letter
Every time I shoot my gun and yell 'bang bang,' it makes you feel the intensity of every letter in that phrase.

B-A-N-G- B-A-N-G- G-A-N-G
I spell out the phrase 'bang bang gang' to emphasize the people I am representing.

We spray then leave
We shoot our guns and then quickly leave the scene of the crime.

We play when we no
We only use our guns when we feel we need to play our hand.

We play N-E
We use any means necessary to play and win.

V-E-R- C-P-R
I spell out 'ver cpr' for an unknown reason.

Doctor Carter are you the d-z's boy
I am asking Doctor Carter if he is connected to the drug dealers.

Young money motherfucka' deez these boyz
I am representing 'young money' and calling out my enemies, whom I refer to as 'deez these boyz.'

Bitches you crazy
I address my female enemies and call them crazy.

Weez retardz
I refer to myself and my crew as retards.

Watch nina, mack and Tommy have a brief menaj
I call out the names of my guns, Nina, Mack and Tommy and hint at a brief threesome between them.

Like (gunshots) like (gunshots) yeah
I use onomatopoeia to describe the sound of my guns firing.

Soulja boy on the beat
Soulja boy produced the beat for this song.

But you can call me Chef Boyardee
I compare myself to Chef Boyardee, a popular canned food brand, only this time with reference to heat and food.

Cause I'm a heat this shit
I am going to heat up the rap game with my music.

And I'm a eat this shit
I am going to succeed in this industry by consuming and dominating it.

Planet earth is my toilet your beneath this shit
I am above everyone else and the world is my domain, which I treat as a toilet.

Then I flush and whipe my ass
After asserting my dominance, I do not care about the consequences and just flush it away.

Guns slinger like a pass
I draw my guns and fire like someone making a skilled pass in a game.

I cock back and throw a bomb now hail mary
I pull back the trigger and launch an explosive shot, comparing myself to a famous football play, Hail Mary.

Your tail fary farytale very frail
I describe my enemies as weak and frail, like characters in a fairy tale.

And yeah we got them hammers try and hit every nail
We have the means to attack anyone and anything in our way, like a hammer hitting every nail.

Let em sail up the river with that hoe shit
I suggest my enemies go away with their petty tactics and mind games, like sailing up the river with useless goods.

Or leave em face down in the fuckin ocean
Alternatively, I suggest letting them drown in the ocean with their bad attitudes.

I ain't on no other shit bitch I'm on some more shit
I am constantly innovating and pushing boundaries with my music, never settling for anything less.

That hello how you doing I am at your front door shit
I am not one for pleasantries and am willing to confront my enemies head on without hesitation.

That aw naw he got a gun oh shit shit shit
I inspire fear in my enemies, who realize the gravity of the situation when they realize I am armed and dangerous.