Yung Bans – “Blow Her Back Out” [Audio, Lyrics]

American rapper and songwriter, Yung Bans is here with “Blow Her Back Out”. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download.

Yung Bans Blow Her Back Out

Yung Bans is a veteran when it comes to the generation that came up on SoundCloud. For quite a few years now, Bans has been consistently releasing new music and he doesn’t have any plans of stopping. Bans is known for his lowkey voice and oftentimes humorous lyrics, which shine through on his brand new song “Blow Her Back Out” with KA$HDAMI.

In this track, Yung Bans raps about exactly what you would expect based on the title. The lyrics will make you chuckle at times, especially when KA$HDAMI comes in with his nonchalant flow that understands the assignment.

Yung Bans – Blow Her Back Out

Lyrics

Yeah (Plug)
Ayy, yeah
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out
Bans, ayy, ayy, yeah
(Bitch)

Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (I’ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Yeah)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Yeah, ayy)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Yeah, yeah)

Yeah, like a frat house, lit just like a frat house (Bans)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Yeah)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit like Pacquiao (Pew, pew)
Got my first strap, deuce-deuce, hit like Pacquiao (Yeah)
Ayy, yeah, huh? We gon’ lay him down (We gon’ lay him down)
Ayy, Draco with the thirty got a hundred round (Hundred round, ayy)
Ayy, young-ass nigga move a hundred pounds (Bans)
If a pussy-nigga try me, we gon’ gun him down (Woo, woo)

Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (I’ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Ayy)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Fah, fah, fah)
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (Woo, woah)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Yeah)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Fah)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Fah, bee, gang)

Yeah, bitch, I got more white than a frat house
You used to say you hard but I heard that you a rat now
These CVV’s I max out, ayy, for sure my fans gon’ pass out
Without that Glock, boy, you can’t tap out
Lil’ bitch on dick ’cause I’m getting cash now
Shawty text my phone, she said, “Hi, my name is Jennifer”
My ex-bitch ain’t as lit as her
Can’t eat your pussy, it smell like vinegar
My gang complete just like an integer
Might jugg your shit just like I’m Christopher Columbus
These bitches always up to something
I got trust issues, I ain’t cuffing

Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (I’ma blow her back out)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Ayy)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Lit just like a frat house)
Blow her back out, I’ma blow her back out (Woo, woah)
Shawty, she gon’ ride, got her with me in the trap house (Yeah)
Young-ass nigga, thirteen, bring the pack out (Bring the pack out)
Got a shooter with me and we lit just like a frat house (Pew, pew)

Huh? Bring the pack out
Got a deuce-deuce, let it hit just like Pacquiao
I just fucked the bitch to the—, hmm
In her mouth
Huh? Yeah, run up in your house