lirik lagu youngboy never broke again - bang out (2026)
[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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