"Bang Out" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(Skeeo, you crazy)
Gangster shit
Look, look, this chopper come from Russia
My heart come from the gutter
I'm still caught in the struggle
I've been known to up and upper
They talkin' down, it's fuck 'em, we let they mama love 'em
You play with me, you all up in trouble
I wan' bang-out (Wan' bang-out)
I'm ready for to bang-out (Bitch)
I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)
I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)
And we can do it (Top)
Look, I've been in this game for ten years, totin' them things and poppin' pills
You know my name, it's been real (Real)
I'll hit a bitch up with this steel (Steel)
So many pussy niggas done got drilled playin' around with me
Boy, you know somebody gon' get killed from speakin' down on me
I'm YoungBoy, I'm thuggin' (Thuggin')
A grown man, better not touch me
Slept in them chains and I scuffle
All them big gangsters, they love it
I'll get you pressed behind Archer
Bitch, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Jump out, I swing this bitch, I bang this bitch
I ain't even got no button, yeah
Bro gon' load up, murk him one, I'm gon' give him fifty grand
I'm a motherfuckin' thug, I'm out that North, I shoot this Glock with two hands
I'm 'bout that shit, what you sayin'?
I'm on that shit, don't boot, man
I cock my fire, I up it, boom
I go to shootin', I ain't playin'
I wan' bang-out (Wan' bang-out)
I'm ready for to bang-out (Bitch)
I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)
I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)
And we can do it (Top)
Nigga, let's bang it out, it's fuck ya
UPD, they know I'm trouble
I be ridin' 'round in a Brabus Benz with a sawed-off shotty like a trucker
I ain't playin' about my money
My sister know I love her
Tell your boyfriend I'll take his life, better treat you right if he gon' fuck ya (Fuck ya)
I got Jayda up in Park City, I ain't with that distant lovin'
I'ma hit ya from a long distance with this motherfuckin' cutter
Gettin' inside my business, bitch, ya better stop, it ain't another
One of them pussy-ass niggas you runnin' 'round with callin' brother
Nigga, let's bang-out, let's have a standoff, pussy, right now, about my brother
I done slung that iron and got down about my cousin, Boozilla, nigga, yeah
I done slung that pistol with my left hand and control the gas
Better watch your tone, I'ma bust your ass the first minute that you flash
I wan' bang-out (Wan' bang-out)
I'm ready for to bang-out (Bitch)
I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)
I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)
And we can do it (Top)
Montana son, I'm number one
Millionaire, a stolen gun
This bitch I'm totin' could fold a ape
Sherhonda son, I'll show me one
Forty million for my tapes, seventy million for my tour
Not the twenty-five that I been had
I'm ready, boy, bitch, we can do it
I cocked this bitch, I blew it, baow
Nigga, know I get straight to it
Nigga, know I'm Murda Man
I left brains inside my hood
Executives know I don't play no games
Protect your artist 'cause I'll do him
I'll bust his brains, that's why you insure him, bitch, I know it
I'm a motherfuckin' menace and I'll show it, uh-huh
I'm the realest since 2Pac and, bitch, ya know it, uh-huh
Take a picture, it's Lil Top and, bitch, I'm blowin', I'm hot
Can't stop, this car, it cost one million, I'm on the block
I'm tryna bang-out
I'm ready for to bang-out
Man, tell them niggas, "Come on, bang-out"
I'm ready for to bang-out
Yeah, yeah
(Look, this chopper come from Russia)
Bitch, if we gon' bang-out, nigga, let's bang-out (My heart come from the gutter)
Let's have a standoff, right now, nigga, let off (I'm still caught in the struggle, I've been known to up and upper)
I'm talkin' 'bout let off, we gon' bang nonstop, nigga (They talkin' down, it's fuck 'em, we let they mama love 'em)
Nigga, this Flacko lil' brother, this Rich, ayy, this Rich lil' brother
This, this Skully cousin, believe that
Ya heard me?
Nigga, this Montana son
Velveeta, Lil Top
You already know I control the block, nigga
3800, concentration camp
Gangster shit
Look, look, this chopper come from Russia
My heart come from the gutter
I'm still caught in the struggle
I've been known to up and upper
They talkin' down, it's fuck 'em, we let they mama love 'em
You play with me, you all up in trouble
I wan' bang-out (Wan' bang-out)
I'm ready for to bang-out (Bitch)
I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)
I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)
And we can do it (Top)
Look, I've been in this game for ten years, totin' them things and poppin' pills
You know my name, it's been real (Real)
I'll hit a bitch up with this steel (Steel)
So many pussy niggas done got drilled playin' around with me
Boy, you know somebody gon' get killed from speakin' down on me
I'm YoungBoy, I'm thuggin' (Thuggin')
A grown man, better not touch me
Slept in them chains and I scuffle
All them big gangsters, they love it
I'll get you pressed behind Archer
Bitch, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Jump out, I swing this bitch, I bang this bitch
I ain't even got no button, yeah
Bro gon' load up, murk him one, I'm gon' give him fifty grand
I'm a motherfuckin' thug, I'm out that North, I shoot this Glock with two hands
I'm 'bout that shit, what you sayin'?
I'm on that shit, don't boot, man
I cock my fire, I up it, boom
I go to shootin', I ain't playin'
I wan' bang-out (Wan' bang-out)
I'm ready for to bang-out (Bitch)
I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)
I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)
And we can do it (Top)
Nigga, let's bang it out, it's fuck ya
UPD, they know I'm trouble
I be ridin' 'round in a Brabus Benz with a sawed-off shotty like a trucker
I ain't playin' about my money
My sister know I love her
Tell your boyfriend I'll take his life, better treat you right if he gon' fuck ya (Fuck ya)
I got Jayda up in Park City, I ain't with that distant lovin'
I'ma hit ya from a long distance with this motherfuckin' cutter
Gettin' inside my business, bitch, ya better stop, it ain't another
One of them pussy-ass niggas you runnin' 'round with callin' brother
Nigga, let's bang-out, let's have a standoff, pussy, right now, about my brother
I done slung that iron and got down about my cousin, Boozilla, nigga, yeah
I done slung that pistol with my left hand and control the gas
Better watch your tone, I'ma bust your ass the first minute that you flash
I wan' bang-out (Wan' bang-out)
I'm ready for to bang-out (Bitch)
I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)
I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)
And we can do it (Top)
Montana son, I'm number one
Millionaire, a stolen gun
This bitch I'm totin' could fold a ape
Sherhonda son, I'll show me one
Forty million for my tapes, seventy million for my tour
Not the twenty-five that I been had
I'm ready, boy, bitch, we can do it
I cocked this bitch, I blew it, baow
Nigga, know I get straight to it
Nigga, know I'm Murda Man
I left brains inside my hood
Executives know I don't play no games
Protect your artist 'cause I'll do him
I'll bust his brains, that's why you insure him, bitch, I know it
I'm a motherfuckin' menace and I'll show it, uh-huh
I'm the realest since 2Pac and, bitch, ya know it, uh-huh
Take a picture, it's Lil Top and, bitch, I'm blowin', I'm hot
Can't stop, this car, it cost one million, I'm on the block
I'm tryna bang-out
I'm ready for to bang-out
Man, tell them niggas, "Come on, bang-out"
I'm ready for to bang-out
Yeah, yeah
(Look, this chopper come from Russia)
Bitch, if we gon' bang-out, nigga, let's bang-out (My heart come from the gutter)
Let's have a standoff, right now, nigga, let off (I'm still caught in the struggle, I've been known to up and upper)
I'm talkin' 'bout let off, we gon' bang nonstop, nigga (They talkin' down, it's fuck 'em, we let they mama love 'em)
Nigga, this Flacko lil' brother, this Rich, ayy, this Rich lil' brother
This, this Skully cousin, believe that
Ya heard me?
Nigga, this Montana son
Velveeta, Lil Top
You already know I control the block, nigga
3800, concentration camp
