BANG Lyrics – Playboi Carti | from “BABY BOI”

Playboi Carti’s BABY BOI crashes the scene like a sugar-rush fever dream, his fifth studio album screeching into 2026 on [January 17] via AWGE/Interscope, and “BANG” is that reckless midnight spin-out—vampy haze and nae-nae flexes that turn a snippet into a siren call for the chaos kids.

First previewed in the hazy afterglow of the Keys to the City LA bash on June 30, just as the sun cracked the horizon, this cut’s pure Carti sorcery: KC Da Beatmonster and AYE SHARK! lace a sludgy trap-rock hybrid with warped 808s that slither like cat piss in a Lambo, his baby-voice drawl mumbling menace over guitar riffs that nod to his Whole Lotta Red pivot. It’s punk-trap gone feral—think ad-libs echoing like distant bangs, blending rockstar reveries with strip-club surrealism for a sound that’s less song, more seismic event.

Thematically, it’s Carti unpacking his wired-wireless world: diamonds scouting vamp nights, ghetto strippers on shrooms, and that endless loop of passing thick bitties while dodging lames who “look crazy.” It’s unfiltered id—crazy off soda drops, head-diving into the wild, all laced with that South-loud bravado where “hol’ up, bang-bang” isn’t just a hook, it’s a lifestyle warning.

BABY BOI itself? It’s Carti’s baby-faced apocalypse, a 16-track tantrum clocking 45 minutes of genre-glitch glory, pulling from those post-jail vault raids into something unhinged yet oddly tender. The concept’s all about reclaiming the “baby boi” moniker—youth’s reckless rush amid the wreckage, with bangers like the opener “VAMP LIFE” ft. Ken Carson, the glitchy “NAE NAE NIGHTS,” and collabs with Destroy Lonely on “ROCKSTAR HAZE” plus a surprise Travis Scott link-up on “SOUTH LOUD.” Tracks like “CRAZY OFF SODA” and “BANG” anchor the madness, blending hyperpop snarls with rock edges for a tape that feels like eavesdropping on Carti’s unmedicated mind. No clean arcs; just raw replays, teased via those cryptic Opium TikToks that had stans decoding Lambo leaks like hieroglyphs.

Carti’s in full phantom mode at 29, two years past the Red re-release rumble that packed festivals from Rolling Loud to his own Antagonist tour sell-outs. The Atlanta alchemist who morphed SoundCloud whispers into stadium spells is ditching the die-hard mystique for this baby-boi rebirth—less ghost, more goblin, proving he’s not just evolving, he’s exploding the blueprint.

Dive into the BANG lyrics below and unpack its raw narrative. Don’t miss other BABY BOI tracks for more of Playboi Carti’s chaotic rockstar haze.