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bang out 2 - youngboy never broke again lyrics

bang out 2 lyrics
[intro]
b*tch, what up? (b*tch ass n*gga, dumb)
(dubba*aa flexin’)
(i need to talk to mike laury)
yeah, believe that, b*tch ass n*gga, say my name (blatt)

[verse 1]
you a hoe and you be talkin’ like you know or sum
four*five, it’s a glock beam on the bottom, i could show you sum
take you to the block, you a get chopped, but i just noticed sum
you n*ggas ain’t ’bout what y’all be talkin’, come and show me sum
(this is the sound)
ridin’ with that cutta, interference, it’s a bang out
let a hundred shots from out the window with my chain out (brrrd)
b*tch, you know i’m thuggin’, screamin’ “f*ck you and who claim y’all”
it’s up, play yo’ head, get bust and n*gga, that’s for all y’all
step on everybody, soon as i drawl down (come here)
b*tch, it’s dumb, screamin’ out “red rum”, buckin’ through the crowd
he want smokе? tell ’em take a stand and that’s whеn he gon’ fall
i brought that glock up in this b*tch, i shoot this b*tch all in the crowd
come through steppin’, every body reckless, we be with the sh*t
walk in yo’ section, b*tch, it ain’t no tellin’, point you in yo’ sh*t
it ain’t no fightin’ without k!llin’, thirty two shots in this b*tch
it ain’t a army with one n*gga spinnin’, two glocks with them sticks
it ain’t no stoppin’ ’till you stretched (hold on)
buss it ’till it cl!ck
we stepped up in this b*tch, it ain’t no choosin’, i don’t pick (yeah)
i’m draped up with them hundreds, boy, my pockets feel like bricks (bricks)
flexin’ like you want it, i’ma put you on my list (dumb)
test me if you wanna, ain’t no question, shoot this b*tch up
some n*ggas fresh up out that slammer and some youngins in here with us
i got ten chains on, we k!ll ’em all, they try to stick us
when it’s k!llin’, ain’t no wrong
don’t make no sound when we get picked up
[chorus]
b*tch, what up? hit ’em with that flame and he gon’ burn up (boom)
ain’t f*ckin’ with these hoes, can’t leave with us if we don’t know them (yeah)
b*tch, what up? actin’ like he dumb, then we gon’ show him
talkin’ reckless in them songs, so when i catch ’em, i’m gon’ blow him

[verse 2]
convicted felon, police on our trail and we steady steppin’
be my murder, i don’t understand these n*ggas out here tellin’
jump a hurdle, he could try to run, i bet these bullets catch ’em
i’m rich as f*ck, so i don’t give a f*ck ’bout what these n*ggas sellin’
you want it with us? tell us sum
you start it? we ain’t squashing nun
you actin’ like you raw or sum, b*tch, say it from yo’ heart or sum
speakin’ on my n*gga, that’s a k!llin’, we gon’ order sum (yeah)
stretch ’em, we gon’ [?] ’em, i can’t wait to slaughter sum

[chorus]
b*tch, what up? hit ’em with that flame and he gon’ burn up (boom)
ain’t f*ckin’ with these hoes, can’t leave with us if we don’t know them (yeah)
b*tch, what up? actin’ like he dumb, then we gon’ show him
talkin’ reckless in them songs, so when i catch ’em, i’m gon’ blow him

[outro]
yeah (dumb), you know we steppin'(baby joe sh*t)
these n*ggas ain’t ‘bout it, why the f*ck you out here reppin’? (yeah)
ayy, wait ’till i catch you
you n*ggas some b*tches (slatt), you n*ggas ain’t ready (slime)
(this is the sound)

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