YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Bang Out 3 Freestyle

[Intro] (Dubba-AA flexin') (Louie Bandz made anotha' one) (This is the sound) [Verse] You say that you want smoke with me, so I say rock out I'm ballin', let some shots out, soon as them niggas pop out [?], you can’t tap out, that pressure make 'em cop out Hundred shots up in the drum, aim at yo' [?], I know the top off Bang out, buss a nigga shit, that be that slang talk Drop a bag, then fly outta town soon as the chalk out What it be 'bout? Flexin', we gon' catch 'em when he walk out We creep down, kill 'em from that diss, so he can’t speak now He want war? Shit, he better have a million or extra It ain’t no talkin', run down on 'em, for a fact, we gon' stretch 'em I’m in the city with a Glock when I bе ridin' with my cellies Ain’t mean to say his rеal name, you probably know 'em by Kevin, that’s slime We slangin' iron, kill 'em all they got a problem, nigga Ridin' with my son in a Benz with a choppa, nigga Bet, whatchu' hollering, nigga? Playin'? We gon' pop a nigga I come from the bottom, nigga, just spent a hundred thousand, nigga My house big as fuck, I bet you can’t find me, nigga I just hit rock bottom, nigga, whatchu' want? A dollar, nigga? Have you ever shot a nigga? Have beef with a lot of niggas? Must ain’t heard, we follow niggas Don’t pick and choose, we kill whoever (What up?) I don’t see 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 drum stick, big pistol, blow shit Hold on, bitch, go, pull up at the stoe, hop out for some ice Hol' up, look, bitch check out my necklace, bitch, it’s full of ice Yeah, [?], I ain’t got no life, uh, uh Bitch I’m dumb as fuck, come and see my life I got [?] Jeremy, what I got? 'Bout seven cars, only drive 'em twice Bitch, I got a lot of clothes, I just spend that money Bitch, I got a lot of hoes, but they ain’t on nun And I’m dumb, yeah, pull up with that drum, yeah Screamin' out “Red Rum”, yeah, motherfuck them bums, yeah Fuck boy, how you come? Yeah, nigga, whatchu' on? Yeah Fuck [?] done, yeah, [?], yeah Sat up in that cell, huh, I think for six months, yeah Pull up on 'em, hell, huh [?] Pull up causin' hell, huh, thuggin' with my son, yeah Pull up causin' hell, meant to say “Matchin' with my son, yeah” Wait, hundred racks up in a car bitch, huh Wait, huh, put that.. up in a ‘gar, bitch Wait, boy you better talk to God, bitch Wait, straight out that Nawf I had it hard, bitch Wait, now bitch, my bank account on full, hoe Wait, tell me, I bet I would, hoe Yeah, [?], hoe Meant to say “Kill yo' brother, bitch, I bet I would, hoe” Yeah, fuck on yo' mama, I ain’t got no feelings Wait, beat up yo' daddy, motherfuck that shit (This is the sound) Gang and I’m thuggin' pull up in this bitch Wait, Jeremy let a fat white hoe come suck his dick Think that I don’t know last night you opened up my house do' My girl heard y’all fuckin', she ain’t say nun' But she told em when I woke up She said “Ole boy had a girl in my house, woodie-woo” Fuck that shit