Bang Out (Explicit) - Tyga

Hold up money talk so you know what

Ain't nothing to talk about ye ain't got enough

Cuz rock star *** break a b**ch heart no love

Emma Watts Charlie Sheen f**kin with no scrub

Niggas want connects got no plugs

Ni**a say they high got no buzz

Popsicle niggas wanna talk sh*t then say you froze up

Young niggas wanna pop pills just po up

Went on a bang Went on a bang

B**ches came for me and my ni**a easy

Threw that b**ch out got that hoe one way

Said she tryna stay told that b**ch no way

That's a preme ni**a B ripper grim reaper

I don't get mad b**ch I just get even

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

That Ferrari California make a b**ch a believer

Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out

See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out

Make it rain even when it's rained out

Turn up bang out

Bang out bang out

Turn up b-bang out

Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out

See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out

Met a b**ch last night won't believe it

F**k her so hard b**ch probably stopped breathing

Killed the p**sy in the hotel screamin

Knock knock going in like the housekeeper

The room keep it

I f**ked now I don't need it

T-Raw semen splattered on a b**ch beaver

Pipe dreamin f**kin with a real baller

The b**ch is a b**ch so I'm gon call er

Then they act up call the backup

Don't matter as if she ever mattered

B**ch shut up throw it up I throw the set up

Tell her sit up got her face down b**ch don't put yo head up

Yea bitin on er ear

Got a old b**ch p**sy like souvenir

I hop up in it ni**a I ain't never scared

Closet full of straps and the condom right here

What I got

Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out

See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out

Make it rain even when it's rained out

Turn up bang out

Bang out bang out

Turn up b-bang out

Million dollars' worth of cars all paid out

See you niggas hatin had to pull my chains out

Beef on the street to the beach I be rollin

Never see me strollin 402s I be holdin

Girls in the daisies drive easy crazy

Rolled up my windows as I turned on my AC

Rollin down French I don't see the hoes jockin

Sunday nights poppin see the foes hoppin

My stereo's bumpin that ATL funk

You can call it what you want

Either way the sh*t bump

I'm a evil motherf**ker ready to tear sh*t up

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

See my mama she was home when I was born

Bet a ni**a like to eat sh*t than never been born

But I ain't going out unless 30 niggas die

I'm dyin anyway so I'm thinkin suicide

Shut the f**k up ni**a cuz you ain't seen sh*t

I'm bout to take this blade and straight up rip

A b**ch is a b**ch

So if I'm poor or rich

I talk in the exact same pitch

Now the title of b**ch don't apply to all women

But all women have a little b**ch in em