Bang it Out

[Intro]
Aye
Who tryna bang it out? Bitch I’m with what-
Who tryna bang-
(Oh my-)

[Chorus]
Who-Who-Who- tryna bang it out? (mmm, hi Jayden)
Bitch I’m with whatever, yeah
Niggas like to run they mouth
Pull up with Berettas, yeah
How yo’ pockets in a drought?-
But you still talkin’ over there
.223s, AR-15s, they both go-
Shoot at yo’ head

[Verse 1]
Huh, rush on the scene and we leavin’ him dead
Pussy boy look like a snitch and a fed
Put him to sleep like a nap in his bed
Body like Carti, a whole lotta red
Tsunami kitty, that pussy get wet
Osamason, on these niggas, I flexx
Do not disturb, nigga don’t send a text
If he not me, don’t think ‘bout him, shit-, shit
(Oh my-)

[Chorus]
Who-Who-Who- tryna bang it out? (mmm, hi Jayden)
Bitch I’m with whatever, yeah
Niggas like to run they mouth
Pull up with Berettas, yeah
How yo’ pockets in a drought?-
But you still talkin’ over there
.223s, AR-15s, they both go-
Shoot at yo’ head

[Verse 2]
Everyday I’m lookin’ at large amounts
That nigga snitched, he a rat, he a mouse
Boy you a bitch, you gon’ sit there and pout
Bae, is you stressed?, put that clit in my mouth (mmm-)
Run, nigga run ‘cause we all know you scared
Shoot at yo’ back, Ima fill it with lead
I’m not tryna fuck but I do want some head
Nigga stop dickriding, go get some bread
(Oh my-)

[Chorus]
Who-Who-Who- tryna bang it out?
Bitch I’m with whatever, yeah
Niggas like to run they mouth
Pull up with Berettas, yeah
How yo’ pockets in a drought?-
But you still talkin’ over there
.223s, AR-15s, they both go-
Shoot at yo’ head

[Verse 3]
I went to hell in the back of a Hellcat
Gas in the air little baby, you smell that? (uhh)
Pull on yo’ braids, and I’m ‘bout to break yo’ back
Uh, niggas my sons so they thinkin’ I’m they dad
I would never wanna be yo’ father
King of this shit, lookin’ like I’m Mufasa
King of the jungle, I thought that I taught ya
Slide on yo’ block like a muhfuckin’ pop-up
(Oh my-)

[Chorus]
Who-Who-Who- tryna bang it out? (mmm, hi Jayden)
Bitch I’m with whatever, yeah
Niggas like to run they mouth
Pull up with Berettas, yeah
How yo’ pockets in a drought?-
But you still talkin’ over there
.223s, AR-15s, they both go-
Shoot at yo’ head