Yung We$t - Bang Out lyrics
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Hopped out, leave them niggas laid out
Pulled out where you hang out, that automatic bang out.
I bang out, bang out, all the homies banged out
Bang out, all the homies banged out
Hopped out, leave you stretched out, where you hang out?
Don’t make me pull that thing out, that automatic bang out.
Bang out, bang out, all the homies banged out
Bang out, bang out, all the homies banged out RIDAZ
Look, I’m down for the cause, ride or die for my dwags,
Stay once behind the wall, is for y’all.
Fuck what them critics say, everyday, often in the LAB,
What they know about me?
I spit lyrics so hard, living in what I’ve been through
Raised in the gutter California, looking simple.
Yeah, I keep my mind open, eyes opened, no ...
Never trust a soul breathing, niggas working with them people like it’s legal.
.. always got the one to top.
Life ended tear up, never really gave a fuck
Story of a hustler, on its way to make it out
Niggas doubted on me for a reason, say I sat around.
Shit, I’m steady fighting with these demons,
When I’m sleeping, waking up to niggas faces that I kill
Last week and I not
Ask for forgiveness when they shots rang up
Them automatic came out after niggas laid out.
Oh mommas!
Hook:
Popped out, leave them niggas laid out
Pulled out where you hang out, that automatic bang out.
Now bang out, bang out, all the homies bang out
Bang out, all the homies bang out
Puffed out, we’ll be stressed out, where you hang out?
Don’t make me pull that thing out, that automatic bang out.
Bang out, bang out, all the homies bang out
Bang out, bang out, all the homies bang out
All black hoodie, black gloves, black techno
Niggas gonna catch fire, ever try to test mine
Why this ambition? Don’t be stabbed in your kidney
Plus, you’re flinching when it come time to move, I can sense it.
You’s a bitch, nigga, real killers in the flesh
All riders around here, but the city on my neck
So to the death, I’mma bleed these whack rappers, so who next?
I survived most shoot outs in the Vietnam vet, oh my momma!
Real kill off on your riders, trying to be a godfather, head nigga, top mobster
To provide the whole set, 'cause there ain't that many left
Yeah I started from the gutter, so I feel I'm on my shit
Rap dreams turn to rap kings committed to the throne
Hold your on, you lil nigga, never trust a fucking soul
All these things were fire flaming, when them shots ring out
The automatic came out, left the niggas slayed out!
Oh, mommas!
Hook:
Popped out, leave them niggas laid out
Pulled out where you hang out, that automatic bang out.
Now bang out, bang out, all the homies bang out
Bang out, all the homies bang out
Puffed out, we’ll be stressed out, where you hang out?
Don’t make me pull that thing out, that automatic bang out.
Bang out, bang out, all the homies bang out
Bang out, bang out, all the homies bang out
Thanks to Yung we$t for correcting these lyrics
