letra de bang out (2026) - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
(skeeo, you crazy)
gangster sh-t
[pre-chorus]
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 f-ck ’em, we let they mama love ’em
you play with me, you all up in trouble
[chorus]
i wan’ bang-out (wan’ bang-out)
i’m ready for to bang-out (b-tch)
i told them b-tches (bang), “come on, bang-out” (what up?)
i’m ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (done lost his motherf-ckin’ mind)
and we can do it (top)
[verse 1]
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 b-tch up with this steel (steel)
so many p-ssy n-ggas done got drilled playin’ around with me
boy, you know somebody gon’ get k!lled from spеakin’ down on me
i’m youngboy, i’m thuggin’ (thuggin’)
a grown man, better not touch mе
slept in them chains and i scuffle
all them big gangsters, they love it
i’ll get you pressed behind archer
b-tch, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout nothin’
jump out, i swing this b-tch, i bang this b-tch
i ain’t even got no b-tton, yeah
bro gon’ load up, murk him one, i’m gon’ give him fifty grand
i’m a motherf-ckin’ thug, i’m out that north, i shoot this glock with two hands
i’m ’bout that sh-t, what you sayin’?
i’m on that sh-t, don’t boot, man
i c-ck my fire, i up it, boom
i go to shootin’, i ain’t playin’
[chorus]
i wan’ bang-out (wan’ bang-out)
i’m ready for to bang-out (b-tch)
i told them b-tches (bang), “come on, bang-out” (what up?)
i’m ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (done lost his motherf-ckin’ mind)
and we can do it (top)
[verse 2]
n-gga, let’s bang it out, it’s f-ck 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’ f-ck ya (f-ck 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 motherf-ckin’ cutter
gettin’ inside my business, b-tch, ya better stop, it ain’t another
one of them p-ssy-ass n-ggas you runnin’ ’round with callin’ brother
n-gga, let’s bang-out, let’s have a standoff, p-ssy, right now, about my brother
i done slung that iron and got down about my cousin, boozilla, n-gga, 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
[chorus]
i wan’ bang-out (wan’ bang-out)
i’m ready for to bang-out (b-tch)
i told them b-tches (bang), “come on, bang-out” (what up?)
i’m ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (done lost his motherf-ckin’ mind)
and we can do it (top)
[verse 3]
montana son, i’m number one
millionaire, a stolen gun
this b-tch 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, b-tch, we can do it
i c-cked this b-tch, i blew it, baow
n-gga, know i get straight to it
n-gga, 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, b-tch, i know it
i’m a motherf-ckin’ menace and i’ll show it, uh-huh
i’m the realest since 2pac and, b-tch, ya know it, uh-huh
take a picture, it’s lil top and, b-tch, i’m blowin’, i’m hot
can’t stop, this car, it cost one million, i’m on the block
[chorus]
i’m tryna bang-out
i’m ready for to bang-out
man, tell them n-ggas, “come on, bang-out”
i’m ready for to bang-out
yeah, yeah
[outro]
(look, this chopper come from russia)
b-tch, if we gon’ bang-out, n-gga, let’s bang-out (my heart come from the gutter)
let’s have a standoff, right now, n-gga, 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, n-gga (they talkin’ down, it’s f-ck ’em, we let they mama love ’em)
n-gga, this flacko lil’ brother, this rich, ayy, this rich lil’ brother
this, this skully cousin, believe that
ya heard me?
n-gga, this montana son
velveeta, lil top
you already know i control the block, n-gga
3800, concentration camp
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