Bäng
griselda Lyrics


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Yeah (brrt), uh
(Brr, brr, brr)
(Brr, brr, brr) Machine
(Brrt)
It's not a game, nigga (brr, brr)
It's not a fuckin' game, nigga (brr, brr, brr)
Look, look
Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich (ahh)
Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit
I tell you niggas like Kyrie, "Suck my dick"
I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch (uh-uh)
Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist (ahh)
I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist (ayo, let's roll somethin')
Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing (uh-huh)
The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things (brr)
Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team (uh-huh)
On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans (hahahaha)
Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines (talk to 'em)
The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang (uh-huh)
The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine
Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane (woo)
My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
I thought of that while I was courtside at the 'Melo game (ah)
Bricks are off-white, I imported some (uh-huh)
Whippin' all night until the mornin' come (all night, nigga)
Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, oh word?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it ring, nigga (let it ring, nigga)
Until I pull up, let it ring (let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, huh?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (let it bang, nigga)
Until I pull up, let it bang (let it bang)
Until I pull up, let it

Ayo, SE Gang, who fuckin' with that? (Ah)
Growin' up, everybody mama loves you on crack
We got bodies (got bodies, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
With the masters of Pinoy
My nigga did five, he came home with a kilo' (yeah)

I was listenin' to Stan with Coke flippin' in the pan
I brought enough quarters back to go scrimmage with the Rams (let's go)
When it comes to my plug (uh huh)
It won't fit in the sedan
Comparin' us, you can't do it, it's like Timberlands to Vans
Official only, you know that, pistol under the floor mat
Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak
The pots handy, pitched for my family like Sandy Koufax
Gave my connect a fresh hundred grand and he hand me dope back
Blocks and jail walls to spots on the Billboard (uh)
Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn (ayo, who that?)
The foreigns ain't cheap and these watches still cost (skrrt, ah)
Glocks so big, one shot knock your wheels off

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, oh word?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it ring, nigga (let it ring, nigga)
Until I pull up, let it ring (let it ring)
Until I pull up, let it ring

Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga (this shit a game, nigga)
Ayo, they think this shit a game (this shit a game, huh?)
Ayo, they think this shit a game
Until I pull up, let it bang, nigga (let it bang, nigga)
Until I pull up, let it bang (let it bang)
Until I pull up, let it (whoa)

I used to be a man of the people
Hit the clubs and mingle (what up?)
Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' Pink
Like a flamingo (Pink)
That was back when I smoked Canibous
Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
So it sucked to hand him his ass, but
Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds
How me and Ja Rule almost got cool
'Cause we shot pool back in '01
Was it '02? I don't know, but
Something told me fuckin' not to
Then we got stuck in high school
I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo

Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night
And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I
Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?
Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise

Huh, here a mic, there a mic
Everywhere a mic, share and share alike
But just don't compare alike
Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight
Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'
Compare me to Jaws
Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles
Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac
Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch
Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
This is where all that silly shit stops
Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked
I'm sending a shot
Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah
I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha

In the trailer park (haha)
Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's
Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit
Get the strap like a trainin' bra
Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock
But Shady's not for the faint of heart
Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt
Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans
Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God




Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin'
I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (bang)

Overall Meaning

"Bang" by Griselda is a lyrical homage to the aggressive, gritty style of gangsta rap with lines that exude confidence and rawness. The song speaks about the ruthlessness of the streets with lines that transcend stereotypical hip-hop lyrics. The opening bars set the tone for the song by introducing a group of people shouting "brrt" and "brr" in the background, a nod to the sound of machine guns.


The first verse by Conway the Machine opens with a shoutout to the brand Arm & Hammer, a popular brand of baking soda, which is a staple of the drug trade for cutting and distributing cocaine. He declares his financial status and says that he doesn't shy away from speaking his mind, even if it means offending others. He mentions his readiness to defend himself, invoking the name of Kyrie Irving, an NBA player. He asserts his independence and declares that he doesn't trust anyone, including his significant other. He boasts of his love for Ace of Spades and his disdain for "Robin jeans." The rapper emphasizes his skills and his fame, saying that his name probably rings like the slot machines in Las Vegas.


Westside Gunn starts his verse with a salute to the SE Gang, a reference to the 7th Street East Side gang based in Buffalo, New York. He speaks of his personal history and the struggles that he had to overcome, implying that he got into the drug trade to cope with poverty. He talks about his criminal history, including his association with drug cartels in the Philippines. The verse then transitions into a shoutout to his friend, who had just spent five years in prison, only to come out with more drugs. Westside Gunn then asserts his qualifications to talk about the drug gang, the "plug." He compares himself to Sandy Koufax, a famous baseball player, who is known for pitching career games for his team during critical moments.


Line by Line Meaning

Ayo, I use the Arm & Hammer just to fluff my brick
I use Arm & Hammer to enhance and prepare my drugs for sale


Say what I wanna say and I don't give a fuck, I'm rich
I speak my mind without caring about the consequences because I have wealth


Tuck my fifth, don't hesitate to bust my shit
I keep a concealed firearm and won't hesitate to use it


I tell you niggas like Kyrie, 'Suck my dick'
I confidently dismiss and insult anyone who opposes me


I don't trust a soul, I don't even trust my bitch
I have complete mistrust for everyone, including my significant other


Before I fall in love, I'd rather cut my wrist
I would rather harm myself than emotionally invest in a romantic relationship


I sweat Ace of Spades, nigga, that's how much I sip
I excessively consume Ace of Spades champagne


Body a rap nigga quick before the Dutch got twist
I easily overpower and defeat other rappers before they even have a chance


Yeah, the shotty ring, this shit is not a thing
My shotgun makes a loud noise, and it's not something to be taken lightly


The chopper make your body lean, my niggas body things
My group of associates are skilled at violent activities


Uh, I'm with the jackboys, I'm with the robbin' team
I am part of a group involved in armed robberies


On my mama, I never rocked a pair of Robin jeans
I have never worn a specific brand of jeans named after Robin, indicating my street credibility


Everything I jot is mean, how you gon' stop Machine?
Every line I write is powerful and intimidating, how can anyone compete with me?


My name, it probably ring like Las Vegas slot machines
My reputation and name recognition are as prominent as the sound of Las Vegas slot machines


The MAC by my pelvis in my Helmut Lang
I carry a MAC-10 firearm at my waist, hidden under my Helmut Lang clothing


The shells'll bang, make everything outta your helmet hang
When I shoot, the bullets will hit you and cause your body to convulse


Uh, the mayo jar was Hellmann's when I swirled the 'caine
I used a Hellmann's mayonnaise jar to mix and distribute cocaine


Then I wrapped the yayo up in cellophane
I packaged the cocaine tightly in cellophane


My shooter got Dame Lillard from the elbow aim
My associate has accurate aim, comparing him to NBA player Dame Lillard


I thought of that while I was courtside at the 'Melo game
I came up with that line while watching a basketball game that Carmelo Anthony played in


Bricks are off-white, I imported some
The bricks of drugs I possess are not pure white in color, indicating their quality and origin


Whippin' all night until the mornin' come
I am vigorously and continuously cooking drugs until daybreak


Still pitchin' long nights until my fortune come
I am persistently selling drugs during the nighttime until I achieve financial success


That's big checks on the side like the Off-White Jordan 1s, ugh!
I am making large amounts of money, just like the expensive Off-White Jordan 1 sneakers


Ayo, they think this shit a game, nigga
Others underestimate the seriousness and danger of this lifestyle


Until I pull up, let it ring, nigga
They won't understand until I arrive and take violent actions


Ayo, SE Gang, who fuckin' with that?
I am questioning who can compete or challenge the SE Gang


Growin' up, everybody mama loves you on crack
In the community I grew up in, it was common for mothers to be addicted to crack cocaine


We got bodies (got bodies, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Our group is responsible for multiple murders, indicated by the sound effects


With the masters of Pinoy
I am associated with skilled individuals


My nigga did five, he came home with a kilo'
My friend was incarcerated for five years and returned home with a large quantity of drugs


I was listenin' to Stan with Coke flippin' in the pan
While cooking drugs on a pan, I was listening to the song 'Stan'


I brought enough quarters back to go scrimmage with the Rams
I made a significant amount of money, enough to play a football game with the Los Angeles Rams


When it comes to my plug, it won't fit in the sedan
The quantity of drugs I receive from my supplier cannot fit in a regular car


Comparin' us, you can't do it, it's like Timberlands to Vans
You cannot compare us, as we are superior and unmatched, just like comparing Timberland boots to Vans sneakers


Official only, you know that, pistol under the floor mat
I am an official and respected figure, and I always carry a concealed firearm in my vehicle


Been hated on more than Jesus, locked up more times than Kodak
I have faced intense criticism and have been incarcerated multiple times, similar to Jesus and the rapper Kodak Black


The pots handy, pitched for my family like Sandy Koufax
I am skilled at pitching drugs, just like Sandy Koufax was skilled at pitching in baseball


Gave my connect a fresh hundred grand and he hand me dope back
I provided my drug supplier with a large sum of money, and they supplied me with an equal value of drugs in return


Blocks and jail walls to spots on the Billboard
I have transitioned from being involved in criminal activities to achieving success and recognition in the music industry


Posted up in them traps and they knocked until dawn
I spent nights selling drugs in dangerous locations, enduring constant police presence


The foreigns ain't cheap and these watches still cost
Luxury vehicles are expensive, and I still spend money on expensive watches


Glocks so big, one shot knock your wheels off
My handguns are large and powerful enough to disable a vehicle with just one shot


I used to be a man of the people
I once had a connection and understanding with the general public


Hit the clubs and mingle
I used to socialize and interact at nightclubs


Used to dream one day I'd be fuckin' Pink
I had aspirations of having a sexual encounter with the musician Pink


Like a flamingo
Referring to Pink's association with flamingos and her unique style


That was back when I smoked Canibous
During that time, I used to smoke cannabis


Man, but it was tough, 'cause I was a fan of his
It was difficult to compete with him since I admired his music and skill


So it sucked to hand him his ass, but
Despite my respect for him, I defeated him soundly in a competition


Yeah, lookin' back on my feuds
Reflecting on my past conflicts with other artists


How me and Ja Rule almost got cool
There was a brief period when Ja Rule and I considered resolving our differences and becoming friendly


'Cause we shot pool back in '01
We played a game of pool in 2001, indicating a potential bond


Was it '02? I don't know, but
I am uncertain of the exact year


Something told me fuckin' not to
Despite the potential camaraderie, my instincts warned me against it


Then we got stuck in high school
Our conflict escalated and remained unresolved, similar to high school drama


I shoved an Oscar up his wazoo
Figuratively, I humiliated him by achieving more success and recognition, symbolized by a prestigious Academy Award trophy


Yeah, but I think of the rappers I slayed and buried like every night
I constantly reflect on and take pride in the careers of other rappers that I have ended


And every career I might've killed, sometimes I say a prayer and I
Despite defeating others, I sometimes show remorse and contemplate the impact of my actions


Wonder is there a heaven for a G? And if so, is the sanctuary nice?
I question whether there is an afterlife for someone like me, and if it offers a peaceful existence


Studios for rap like Coolio, shootin' craps at gangster's paradise
Recording studios are my haven, similar to Coolio's experience, where I create music that represents a gangster's lifestyle


Huh, here a mic, there a mic
Microphones are everywhere, symbolizing the abundance of rappers


Everywhere a mic, share and share alike
Everyone has access to a microphone, and we should all have equal opportunities


But just don't compare alike
However, don't make unfair comparisons


Instead of comparin' me, pick a fair fight
Rather than comparing me to others, engage in a fair competition with me


Compare me to lightnin', that similarity's strikin'
If you must compare me to something, compare me to lightning due to its striking nature


Compare me to Jaws
Compare me to the impact and fear generated by the movie character Jaws


Compare me to Manson, Marilyn or Charles
Compare me to infamous individuals such as Charles Manson and Marilyn Manson


Compare me to Nas, Biggie, or Pac
Compare me to revered and influential rappers like Nas, The Notorious B.I.G., and Tupac Shakur


Do not compare me to that Iggy bitch
Do not compare me to the rapper Iggy Azalea, who is considered less skilled and authentic


Or all this fuckin' Milli Vanilli hip-hop
Do not compare me to the artificial and manufactured hip-hop music like Milli Vanilli


This is where all that silly shit stops
I am putting an end to all the foolishness and nonsense in the rap industry


Compare me to the pistol that triggered this thought
Compare me to the weapon that sparked this powerful idea


The semi, the Glock, 9 millis get cocked
The semi-automatic Glock firearms are prepared and ready for use


I'm sending a shot
I am metaphorically firing a shot with my words and actions


Don't come around with them floss raps tryna stunt
Don't approach me with superficial and boastful lyrics trying to impress


Compare me to Meek, big wheelies get popped
Compare me to Meek Mill, who faced consequences for riding illegally modified dirt bikes


One by one, compare 'em to scabs, I'm picking them off
One at a time, compare them to scabs, and I am skillfully removing them


They're going home to fuck Nicki Minaj, aw
After their defeats, they will seek comfort in sexual encounters with Nicki Minaj, indicating their insignificance


Compare me to Diggity-Das, yah
Compare me to talented and respected artists like Das EFX


I'm hickity-hitting it raw, ha
I am delivering my artistry with a raw and unfiltered style


In the trailer park
Referring to a lower-income community


Told her I'd play the part like Kanan Stark's
I promised to act like the character Kanan Stark from the TV show Power


Ate her twat like a Tater Tot, oh shit
I performed oral sex on her with enthusiasm


Get the strap like a trainin' bra
I am prepared and equipped for violence, similar to wearing a training bra


Lunchtime like at eight-o'clock
My lunchtime occurs at unconventional hours, indicating an irregular and unpredictable lifestyle


But Shady's not for the faint of heart
My persona as Shady is not suitable for those lacking bravery or strength


Goin' at these pricks like Lorena Bobbitt
I attack and confront these individuals aggressively, similar to how Lorena Bobbitt infamously attacked her husband


Y'all want drama, we can make a scary movie like Marlon Wayans
If others desire conflict, I am capable of creating a frightening and intense situation, similar to Marlon Wayans' movie


Y'all lookin' at the charred remains of Charlamagne tha God
I have destroyed and left a lasting impact on Charlamagne tha God's career


Slim whip, Westside, and Conway are not playin'
My associates and I, including Slim Shady, Westside Gunn, and Conway, are serious and committed to our actions


I cock back, aim, and I spray ya like (bang)
I confidently and aggressively use my firearm to attack and harm others




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Written by: Desmond Price, Alvin Lamar Worthy, Jeremie Pennick, Marshall Mathers

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@tluttrell5898

Westside Gunn’s verse is so underrated

@dominicwilliams822

Itz 2 seconds

@bodyarmah2554

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@alessandrolippa

Wsg>>>>>>>>Em

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​@@dominicwilliams822word for real 😂

@twonhardison5817

Great song and the Griselda movement is the best lyricists clique out, hands down🤘

@Tellaz

I will admit. At first Eminem didn't sound right with that beat but when the beat changed and picked up pace. That shit was nasty 🔥

@alberts1985

Tellaz agreed. People just expect too much from the legend

@tke2508

Fucked the song up

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