TYGA - Bang Out lyrics

rate me

Hold up,

Money talk so you know what?

Ain’t nothing to talk about,

Ye ain’t got enough

Cause a rock star drugs break a bitch heart, no love

Emma Watts, Charlie Sheen, fucking with no scrub

Niggas want connects, got no plugs

Nigga say they high, got no buzz

Popsicle niggas wanna talk shit, then say you froze up

Young niggas wanna pop pills, just pop up

Went on a bang, went on a bang

Bitches came for me and my nigga (easy!)

Threw that bitch out, got that hoe one way

Said she trying to stay, told that bitch, no way!

Supreme nigga, B ripper, grim reaper

I don’t get mad, bitch, I just get even

T-Raw magician, I don’t gotta trick or treat it

That Ferrari California make a bitch a believer!

Hook

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hating,

Had to pull my chains out

Make, make it rain even when it’s rained out

Turn up (bitch)

Bad bang out!

Bang out, bang out

Turn up, b-bang out!

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hating, had to pull my chains out!

Met a bitch last night, won’t believe it

Fuck her so hard, bitch probably stopped breathing

Killed the pussy, in the hotel screaming

Knock-knock, going in like the housekeeper

The room, keep it!

I fucked now I don’t need it!

T-Raw semen splattered on a bitch beaver

Pipe dreaming,

Fucking with a real baller

(The bitch is a bitch)

So I’m gonna call her!

Then they act up, call the backup

Don’t matter, as if she ever mattered

Bitch shut up!

Throw it like I throw the set up

Tell her sit up, got her face down,

Bitch, don’t put yo head up!

Yeah, biting on the air

Got a old bitch, pussy like souvenir

I hop up, I.. a nigga, I ain’t never scared

Closet full of straps and the condom right here

What I got?

Hook

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hating,

Had to pull my chains out

Make, make it rain even when it’s rained out

Turn up (bitch)

Bad bang out!

Bang out, bang out

Turn up, b-bang out!

Million dollars’ worth of cars, all paid out

See you niggas hating, had to pull my chains out!

Got beef on the street, to the beach I be rolling

Never see me strolling, 40’s I be holding

Girls in the daisies, drive easy crazy

Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC

Rollin down Crenshaw, see the hoes jocking

Sunday nights popping, see the foes hopping

My stereo’s bumping that ATL funk

You can call it what you want

Either way the shit bump!

I’m an evil motherfucker ready to tear shit up

I’mma put these things on you and never let up

See my mama, she was home when I was born

Bet a nigga like to eat shit than never been born.

But I ain’t going out unless thirty niggas die

I’m dying anyway so I’m thinking suicide

Shut the fuck up nigga, cause you ain’t seen shit

I’m about to take this blade and straight up,

Rip!

[Outro:]

A bitch is a bitch

So if I’m poor or rich

I talk in the exact same pitch

Now the title of bitch don’t apply to all women

But all women have a little bitch in ‘em!