Blow Her Back Out lyrics

[Intro: Yung Bans]
Yeah (Plug)
Ayy, yeah
Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out
Bans, ayy, ayy, yeah
(b*tch)

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (I'ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon' ride (Yeah), got her with me in the trap house
Young-ass n*gga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Yeah, ayy)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Yeah, like a frat house, lit just like a frat house (Bans)
Young-ass n*gga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Yeah)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit like Pacquiao (Pew, pew)
Got my first strap (Yeah), deuce-deucе, hit like Pacquiao, huh
Ayy, yeah, huh? We gon' lay him down (Wе gon' lay him down)
Ayy, Draco with the thirty (Yeah) got a hundred round (Hundred round, ayy)
Ayy, young-ass n*gga move a hundred pounds (Bans)
If a pus*y n*gga try me, we gon' gun him down (Woo, woo)

[Chorus: Yung Bans & KA$HDAMI]
Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (I'ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon' ride (Yeah), got her with me in the trap house (Ayy)
Young-ass n*gga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me (Yeah) and we lit just like a frat house (Fah, fah, fah, lit just like a frat house)
Blow her back out (Woo), I'ma blow her back out (Woah)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house
Young-ass n*gga (Yeah), thirteen, bring the pack out (Fah, bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Fah, fee, gang)
[Verse 2: KA$HDAMI]
Yeah, b*tch, I got more white than a frat house
You used to say you hard, but I heard that you a rat now
These CVVs, I max out, at the show, my fans gon' pass out
Whip out that Glock, boy, you can't tap out
Your b*tch on di*k 'cause I'm getting cash now
Shawty text my phone, she said, "Hi, my name is Jennifer"
My ex-b*tch ain't as lit as her
Can't eat your pus*y, it smell like vinegar
My gang complete just like an integer
Might juug your sh*t just like I'm Christopher Columbus
These b*tches always up to something
I got trust issues, I ain't cuffing

[Chorus: Yung Bans]
Blow her back out, I'ma blow her back out (I'ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon' ride (Yeah), got her with me in the trap house (Ayy)
Young-ass n*gga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me (Yeah, ayy) and we lit just like a frat house (Lit just like a frat house)
Blow her back out (Woo), I'ma blow her back out (Woah)
Shawty, she gon' ride, got her with me in the trap house
Young-ass n*gga (Yeah), thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me (Yeah) and we lit just like a frat house (Pew, pew)

[Outro: Yung Bans]
Huh? Bring the pack out
Got a deuce-deuce, let it hit just like Pacquiao
I just f*cked the b*tch to the—
Hmm, put it in her mouth
Huh? Yeah, run up in your house