Lyrical Breakdown of Bang Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bang Out" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bang Out" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that YoungBoy Never Broke Again employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.

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(Skee, Skeeyo, you crazy) Gangsta shit Look Look, this chopper come from Russia My heart come from the gutter I'm still caught in the struggle I been on the up and up, uh They talkin' down, it's fuck 'em We let they mama love 'em You play with me, y'all all up in trouble I wanna bang out (bang out) I'm ready for to bang out (bitch) I told them bitches (bang), come on, bang out (bang) I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang out (I don't give a fuckin' angle) Then we can do it, Top Look, I been in this game for ten years Totin' on things and poppin' pills You know my name, it's been real I hit a bitch up with this steel So many pussy niggas that got drilled playin' around with me Boy, you know somebody gon' get killed from speakin' down on me I'm young, boy, I'm dangerous A grown man better not touch me Slip in them chains and I scuffle All them big gangsters, they love me I get you pressed behind auction 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, makin' one I'm gon' give 'em 50, gang 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 boo, man I cock my fire up and boom I go to shootin', I ain't playin' I wanna bang out (bang out) I'm ready for to bang out (bitch) I told them bitches (bang), come on, bang out (bang) I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang out (I don't give a fuckin' angle) Then we can do it, Top Look, let's bang it out, it's fuck you You peep me, they know I'm trouble I be ridin' 'round in the bravest 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 you I got Jada up in Port City, I ain't with that distant lovin' I'ma hit you from a long distance with this motherfuckin' cutter Gettin' inside my business, bitch, you better stop it, I ain't another One of them pussy-ass niggas you runnin' 'round with callin' brother Let's bang out, let's have a standoff Pussy, right now 'bout my brother I done slung that iron and got down About my cousin Bozilla, 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 I wanna bang out (bang out) I'm ready for to bang out (bitch) I told them bitches (bang), come on, bang out (bang) I'm ready, boy, you wanna bang out (I don't give a fuckin' angle) Then we can do it, Top Montana son, I'm number one Millionaire with a stolen gun This bitch I'm totin' could fold an eight Geronimo, son, I'll show me one 40 million for my tapes 70 million for my tour Not the 25 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 murder, man Had a lil' brain since I left my hood Executives know I don't play no games Protect your artists 'cause I'll do 'em I 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, you 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 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 (Look, this chopper come from Russia) Bitch, if we gon' bang out, nigga, let's bang out Let's have a standoff right now, nigga, let off I'm talkin' 'bout let off, we gon' bang nonstop, nigga Nigga, this Flocka, lil' brother This Rich, ayy, this Rich, lil' brother This Skelly cousin, believe that Yeah, man, yeah This Montana son Vevita, lil' Top You already know I control the block, nigga 38 and Concentration camp