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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Bang Out 3 Lyrics

Bang Out 3 Lyrics[Intro]
Dubba-AA flexin'
This is the sound

[Verse]
You say that you want smoke with me? So I say rock out
I’m bound to let some shots off, soon as them niggas pop out
Declare it, you can’t tap out
That pressure make 'em cop out
Hunnid shots up in the drum aim at your runner knock the top off
Bang out
Bust a nigga shit, that be that slang talk
Drop a bag, then fly out of town soon as the chalk out
What it be 'bout? Flexing, we gon' catch him when he walk out
We creep down, kill him from that diss and he can’t speak now
He want war? Shit, he better have a million or extra
It ain’t no talking
Run down on 'em
For a fact, we gon' stretch ya
I’m in the city with a Glock when I be riding with Marcellus
I ain’t mean to say his real namе
You probably know I’m 'bout Kevin, that’s slime
We slanging iron
Kill 'еm all that got a problem, nigga
Riding with my son in a Benz with a chopper, nigga
Bet
What you hollering nigga?
Play and we gon' pop a nigga
I come from the bottom, nigga
Just spent a 100,000, nigga
My house big as fuck
I bet you can’t find me, nigga
I just hit rock bottom, nigga
What you want a dollar, nigga?
Have you ever shot a nigga?
Happy for to lie to niggas
Must ain’t heard we follow niggas
Don’t pick and choose, we kill whoever (What up?)
Huh
I’m on 6 shit
I just went to Six Flags with a big bitch
And I’m dumb rich
Tell me who you come with
I keep a drumstick
Big pistol, blow shit
Hold on, bitch
Go
Pull up at the store
Hop out for some ice
Hold up
Look
Bitch check out my necklace
Bitch, it’s full of ice (Yeah)
I mean
Bitch, know I’m the sauce
I ain’t got no life
Uh-uh
Bitch, I’m dumb as fuck
Come and see my life, huh
I got doubt in the R when up in the bank
Jeremy what I got? 'Bout 7 cars
Only drive 'em twice, huh
Bitch, I got a lot of clothes, I just spend that money, huh
Bitch, I got a lot of hoes, but they ain’t on nothing, huh
And I’m dumb, yeah
Pull up with that drum, yeah
Screaming out red rum, yeah
Motherfuck' them bum, yeah
Fuck boy, how you come? Yeah
Nigga, what you on? Yeah
Fuck wrong?
What you done? Yeah
Don’t run up on, yeah
Sat up in that cell, huh
I think for 6 months, yeah
Pull up on a hill, huh
I’m the one that bump, yeah
Pull up 'causing hell
Thugging with my son, yeah
Pull up 'causing hell, meant to say matching with my son, yeah
Wait
Hunnid racks up in her car, bitch, huh
Wait
Huh
Put that- up in her 'gar, bitch
Wait, hm
Boy you better talk to God, bitch
Wait
Straight out that north
I had it hard, bitch
Wait
Now bitch, my bank account on full, hoe
Wait
“Don’t tell me-“ I bet I would hoe, yeah
When I’m- I’m in a wood, hoe
Meant to say
Kill your brother, bitch
I bet I would hoe, yeah
Fuck on yo mama, I ain’t got no feelings
Wait
Beat up your daddy
Motherfuck that shit (This is the sound)
Gang
And I’m thugging
Pull up in this bit'
Wait
Jermey let a fat white hoe come suck his dick
Think that I don’t know
Last night you opened up my house door
My girl heard y’all fucking
She ain’t say nothing
But she told me when I woke up
She said “[?] had a girl in my house woopty woo”

[Outro]
Fuck that shit