Bang Out (2026)

[Intro]

(Skeeo, you crazy)

Gangster shit

[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 fuck '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 (Bitch)

I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)

I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' 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 bitch up with this steel (Steel)

So many pussy niggas done got drilled playin' around with me

Boy, you know somebody gon' get killed 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

Bitch, you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'

Jump out, I swing this bitch, I bang this bitch

I ain't even got no button, yeah

Bro gon' load up, murk him one, I'm gon' give him fifty grand

I'm a motherfuckin' thug, I'm out that North, I shoot this Glock with two hands

I'm 'bout that shit, what you sayin'?

I'm on that shit, don't boot, man

I cock 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 (Bitch)

I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)

I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)

And we can do it (Top)

[Verse 2]

Nigga, let's bang it out, it's fuck 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' fuck ya (Fuck 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 motherfuckin' cutter

Gettin' inside my business, bitch, ya better stop, it ain't another

One of them pussy-ass niggas you runnin' 'round with callin' brother

Nigga, let's bang-out, let's have a standoff, pussy, right now, about my brother

I done slung that iron and got down about my cousin, Boozilla, nigga, 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 (Bitch)

I told them bitches (Bang), "Come on, bang-out" (What up?)

I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang-out? (Done lost his motherfuckin' mind)

And we can do it (Top)

[Verse 3]

Montana son, I'm number one

Millionaire, a stolen gun

This bitch 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, bitch, we can do it

I cocked this bitch, I blew it, baow

Nigga, know I get straight to it

Nigga, 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, bitch, I know it

I'm a motherfuckin' menace and I'll show it, uh-huh

I'm the realest since 2Pac and, bitch, ya know it, uh-huh

Take a picture, it's Lil Top and, bitch, 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 niggas, "Come on, bang-out"

I'm ready for to bang-out

Yeah, yeah

[Outro]

(Look, this chopper come from Russia)

Bitch, if we gon' bang-out, nigga, let's bang-out (My heart come from the gutter)

Let's have a standoff, right now, nigga, 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, nigga (They talkin' down, it's fuck 'em, we let they mama love 'em)

Nigga, this Flacko lil' brother, this Rich, ayy, this Rich lil' brother

This, this Skully cousin, believe that

Ya heard me?

Nigga, this Montana son

Velveeta, Lil Top

You already know I control the block, nigga

3800, concentration camp