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5YfArGB6AgZf9V0gbm1s0q | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bop | (Just run that beat from lil' Ken) look, look
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder (he keep that chop)
Oh, he a soldier (oh, he'll pop a nigga)
My brother 3Three (baow)
He get the drop, so I can fold ya (oh, that beat bangin', nigga)
I thought I told ya
Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin', I been shinin'
I done fucked my bag up (huh), and I ain't scared to tell nobody
I'm gon' have another sixty M's in my pocket 'fore next year-end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get killed, man
Got her out her top, your bitch a bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin', where my money, man?
Know the FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN
Bitch better quit that poppin'
'Fore you fuck around, get your mans spinned
Know my youngin poppin', bitch, I cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin', bitch, we poppin', spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan
We fill up at Conoco
Walk 'round with that Calico, we got all type of poles
'Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch, watch your soul go
Strike him with this bitch, that cutter flashin' like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy, bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho
Bitch, we gon' beat the last side
We're still together, that's how it go
R.I.P. Dump, now I done seen this once before
Yeah, ain't no problem, I say
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya
Y'all boys want beef
We catch you slippin' and we dome ya
We walk down on ya, look
Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won't realize him and that's facts
We turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode, I can't wait for Stunna Island
I'm recordin' right now, do a song
And bitch, it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me
Bitch, I'm thuggin', I'll send them slimes to fuck up your whole climate
She was fucked up, buy her a sugar bag and I won't tell nobody
He was fucked up 'bout that sugar bag, couldn't pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
He still fucked up, he wan' talk 'bout ads and how he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch glisten, they gon' watch this
I been thinkin' I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels, and my G-Wag' got that B in it
Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch, you get beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don't come back home until we deep in
I ain't nowhere good, you're gone, I need you back, don't do no creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down, I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans, get contracts changed to contrast
No, you couldn't stand up to that four-five
You died, you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass, tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast
Nigga, yeah
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya, yeah
Huh, ooh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Oh, yeah
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
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1qsm7Z5wUj07CZiSos9dMr | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | My Address Public | Come on, hmm
Come on, hmm
Come on, mmm
Come on, come on
Lil Top, nigga (D-Roc)
Woke up in the mornin', smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers
I'm fucked up and I been contemplatin'
'Bout blammin' 'em and slammin' 'em
Tryna stick you out your cannon, bitch, then lay you on a canvas
All this money layin' 'round this bitch, I'm long ways from sadly
I'm a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me
Tote .223s in my 23s, bitch, make me pop out that 'Burban
Pussy niggas wan' swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
Pull on side me, open fire, I'm tryna do a bitch dirty
Ooh, ballin'
Put her in that Cullinan, tell 'em that I'm slime
Say ooh, I'm stalkin'
Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public
'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherfucker
Ooh, I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my dick, and you know I fucked her
Over a million dollars layin' on the table
I got my cutter, nigga
Yeah, bitch, come and fuck with me
Two-four-seven gettin' it, I been tryna make a way
I, I been grindin', tryna make a livin'
Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin'?
I fly you private, come fuck with me, yeah
Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
Salt Lake, this my business, bitch
Pressed, why you up in it? Yeah
I'm Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin'
I'm the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison
Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't fuck with me
And bitch, you better not fuck with me
You know I got this gun on me, hmm
Ballin'
Put her in that Cullinan, tell 'em that I'm slime
Say ooh, I'm stalkin'
Tell him that I'm on 'em, my address public
'Cause I got a chopper 'round this motherfucker
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my dick, and you know I fucked her
Over a million dollars layin' on the table
I got my cutter, nigga
Pour up on that keke, I'm YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I'm strapped, I'm movin' slowly
I'm so fuckin' lonely, I been needin' her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from 'round me
I'm a fuckin' gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin' through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I'm happy who ain't fuck with me
And bitch, you better not fuck with me, you know I got this gun on me
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4gT3hWbEny9VXMSqhckt82 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Life N Glory | (Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
(It's Malik on the track)
Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle
Then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it
Tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man
Hold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls-Royce
That shit was no choice, know that
I gotta keep a double R in my garage
I got XD, equipped a light and beam
It ain't never less than three security running 'round the yard
They talk 'bout how I made it far, I had it hard though
Sold soft and hard dope
I'm a fucking shame if Three go back to selling P's
Know we both might relapse with a five hundred load
Play with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoes
I'm on that money, I leave no gap, I'm flyin' in that Rolls
I'm still that same youngin
I'm floating off of a twenty tryna take some shit down
NBA, your bitch ain't safe, so hide her when I come around
Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day, she stayin' down
I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now
I need two for to just it all in they face like a towel
I'm so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up inches like a thesaurus
Switch my rims out the place, ain't no way they could ignore it
I been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas mad, I ain't gettin' bored
I take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow it
Who gon' take somethin'?
You just one cut, you gon' die inside that foreign
Atlanta projects, got them hitters tryna blow somethin', they knowin'
Fuck that fine, that's a full-breed
Chuckin' through it, snowin'
Then I'll breathe, leave my land to my son
She so fine, she had fooled me
I knew what I was doing
I can't say that my lil' slime ain't tell me nothin'
They don't like how all these diamonds on us
They don't like how we be shinin' on them
And I say, all behind my money, put a bitch off
In the trunk and never again, you'll ever see 'em
Put eighty grand on top of your head and your relatives
No hesitation, show 'em the SIG, fuck it, he done felt the steel
Fuck wrong with me? 'Cause all I think end a nigga career
One lucky squeeze, soon as you die, have your family in tears
We make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for real
We hit our knees, cry to messiah, I swear to stay still
Fuck wrong with these niggas? I swear it ain't hard to be real
That was your partner, he couldn't hold on to charge of the year
Picked up that powder, he done put down that boy for this year
Promised his wife that he wouldn't buy no more cars this year
Valuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rear
Smoking back to back on Jos, I'm waiting for his heart to just fail
Fuck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buy no more watches this year
Life been gettin' so frightening
Need to send out a hawk to stay clear
Seventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in here
Knowing that I will never be shit with the most money in here
Who got the most money in there?
Five grand enough for her to take granny flowers up there
Dropping nothing, that's a hundred, that's clear
I send me a hundred through there
Hiding behind my money, you'll die if you run up in here
I bought ear pieces, want money, you'll die 'fore I even much see 'em
Tryna shoot drones out in that night, they too close to the car porch
Cut off my phone late at night, what you picking my heart for?
Know she got me, but still I think, "What she fuckin' old boy for?"
At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for?
Five times jake, Dej could push it and stamp it with Star Wars
You could go and ask Birdman, I'd push with apple, apple before
Five hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load
Eight million dollars up in jewelry, tell my wife to count her own
I just got my sons fitted, tell them bitches that we on
Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm gone
Grandma Native American, private land that I own
Never once I'll settle, shit, mentally, I done grown
Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy, this shit ain't no façade
The real king of BR, bitch, it ain't no lease for it
Could elevate my garage, this elevation too hard
Told you I want a new mansion before I see my lil' boy
I say my life is too fancy and I don't even much show it
Take ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire going
One in the morning, me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign
Got hikers trailing around all night, security draw down what you doing
Coyotes runnin' 'round at night
I know neon inside the lawn
Update her pictures, everything upper echelon
One Percocet, one Xanny
Plus one stick for the night, then I say I'm done
I'm scared as fuck when my door close
Better not come inside on this gun
I'll send my sister to an island and I'll call her once I'm done
When it respond, it said wrong number, she was tryna send my son
I'm so fucked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sun
They be tryna see if I'm dead, I never go outside for nothing
Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle
Then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it
Tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man
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3XacN3VGGuSFUSarvPT5JT | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Came A Long Way | (Mario)
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
I done came a long way from up the road
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road
I'm from the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don't even care
'Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could've messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I'm thanking God I'm the one who was saved
I done did jail time in the Northside, ducking from that fire
I even rode the city bus with moms as a child
Remember times I sit there hotboxin', just me and them slimes
Now in my Maybach or that Rolls where we smoke all night
Now I be screamin', "I'm a real top shotta"
Jail, I slept with lifers, depend on how my life goes
Don't wanna see the pen' again
I am not a writer, they cannot take my title
It all come from my heart and dome
Had to run up all this money for my kids, I'm suicidal
All these dead men be speaking to me saying, "Go get some more"
I keep hearing a voice, I think it's Dave saying, "Keep my pole"
I keep hearing a voice, I think it's Dump, keep saying, "Don't trust these hoes"
I done came a long way from up the road (long way)
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road (yeah)
I'm from the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don't even care (I don't)
'Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could've messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I'm thanking God I'm the one who was saved
Used to go half on a blunt, just me and Tony
Used to be with Jordan and then some shit go wrong, he end up dumpin'
That's my twin with the twins, Trey know nothin' but get the money
Have a fight inside the hood, I lose or win, that shit ain't nothin'
All I know is go again, don't give a fuck 'cause I was thuggin'
Started clutchin', never slippin', I was tryna stretch me somethin'
Had a shootout right on side, I blew, my gun jammed, I start runnin'
Remember, Tom was right, he showed me how to work the motherfucker
Say he been in this section years, he grew up with my mom and uncle
I watched my nigga trap off powder, laced and all, he still ain't fumble
I know my X was laced with fentanyl, I grew wise and still ain't crumble
They'll tell you I'm the king of the jungle like Mutombo, my nigga
I done came a long ways from up the road
Daddy up in jail long ways down the road
I'm from the streets, my nigga, but my son won't be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don't even care
'Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could've messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I'm thanking God I'm the one who was saved
(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)
From the streets, my nigga, but on my son won't be from there
(Mario)
I still don't even care
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7KeM63RotkWiGnHKkboz4t | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Better Than Ever (feat. Rod Wave) | I feel like I'm here with Jason
I feel like I made it
I like those chicks, cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over 'Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn't cross me
I been doin' better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin' better than ever
I excepted everything that they said 'bout me
Let 'em keep talkin', only make me do better
Go harder, I'm special
I'm a thugged out nigga, my feelings dropped in the letter
I do my shit on all these bitches, I won't let up
And God chose me
So tell that bitch stop hatin' on me
So tell that bitch, so tell that broad I hustle hard for everything
Nigga gon' lose they life
I don't know one thing, they think they scarin' me
Came up picturin' paintin'
I can't picture pain, them feelings runnin' through lil' shorty
She say you did her wrong, I say it's all me
I say, "Leave shit alone, girl, focus on ballin'"
One day, he'll see you losing, you'll see him back calling
Grab the phone, call up my dog, I don't know about all this
I don't know what we beefin' for
Rolls-Royce and we both in it, should be
Gave this ho my last name, wish she would cheat
Think of everything I achieved and feel relieved
Look at me, designer my clothes (whoa)
I get camo'd down, got several hoes, got several homes
They left me stranded and they left me down
See 'em blessing, I'm winning, I barely pick up my phone
And they can't call now
I like those chicks, cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over 'Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn't cross me
I been doin' better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin' better than ever
You on my mind right now
I'ma fly from out of town
I can't put this cup down
Them pills gon' make me smile
I was wonderin' what happened, how'd your love get out of bounds?
I ignored you when you called, read your message, laughed out loud
I'm doin' way better now, fell in love with my hustle
On the road doin' shows, it's just me and all my brothers
We ain't got the same parents, but we had the same struggle
Remember back when we was broke, all we had was each other
And now I'm Maybach ridin', look how far a nigga came
I was on the block without a thing
I was tryin' to hustle up a zip, I was tryin' to rap, tryin' to sing
If I could take it all back again
There's so much the shit that I'd change
Hopin' I don't die over fame, cousin Brock died over 'caine
Nigga pillow talkin' to a bitch, hope he die tryin' to say my name
And they say happiness, one day I'll find
One day, it'll be alright
Look at me
Tell me, what do you see when you look at me?
I'm finally free
I like those chicks, cause problems
It make me feel better than ever
I chose that Rolls over 'Rari
Got in it, feel better than ever
I know she wish she didn't cross me
I been doin' better than ever
I take these drugs while exhausted
Have me feelin' better than ever
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6XD8PsSA6jrIzBiY2CyUHL | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Play With Us | (Juppy on the beat)
(D-Roc)
Woo
Huh, who that is? Look
Fuck me good, then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' fuck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much, but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as fuck, bring opps that major pain
In the streets like some A's, I'm committed
Fours on the Cutlass and Bentley
Hoes wanna suck me and lick me
My grandfather gravedigging pendant
Redo my whites at the dentist
Crack open the pint, then I sip it
What we drink, nothing but that lean
No water, I'm way too, too serious
Prices on my head, I get you dead, you talk accepting that
YoungBoy, I'm AI, soon as you die, I get right back to racks (fah, fah)
Pussy bitch, that's code red, I get right on your ass
Matter of fact, whoever dropped that sack, I'm talking 'bout doubling that
Get the drop, we do something bad, all them fives, I love they ass
Come outside and then ya' smashed, or on the E-way swerve your ass
Let some shots from out the Jag' then exit once we tear it up
Wet the back of the rental, then don't stop shooting 'til we pass 'em up
Steel go up for D-Dawg, tell 'em that's my main mane
Go tell 'em I say, "Free Phat Beezy out that chain gang"
Young nigga pop out that window and let your brain hang
They was playing games, it's just resulted to a bloody man
Huh, who that is? Look
Fuck me good, then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' fuck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much, but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as fuck, bring opps that major pain
Brand-new Lamborghini, I took that G-Wagon, got it raised
I'm gon' make you bitches bleed and go six feet behind lil' Dave
On that mattress with that stain I lay, whole life like a maze
We get active, ain't no acting, man, your ho name put in vain
No matter what I say my prayers, we was raised like that
38, six Chippewa, we was made like that
Inside the backyard, it be bricks, we had played like that
In Northside, it's cut through fences, get you sprayed like that
Macho man, we get that money
Macho man, drumming your gun, yeah
Pull up, hop out, dump it, I just dump it, dump it, dump it
Draw down, better not freeze up, fucking dummy
Hunt you down about that money
Get you bust up, I go all out if my kids ain't got no money
Glock fit right with Helmut Lang, pussy, stay inside your lane
Fuck you and what you been saying, I'm a fucking grown man
Blow that strap, hit you, you're done, dirty .30 knock out your brain
V12 motor blow the engine in the Mulsanne, switching lanes
My lil' bitch ain't never finished, she still ride me to this day
Never leave me, if I need her, she gon' sign her name on things
Get the box, ship the Shyne jewels, I'm a well-rounded man
I'm wit' Meek, can't get with the youth, they tryna take a nigga name
I'm gon' take me a Xan' and Percocet to keep from going insane
I'm gon' splurge on me a bitch all just because I could
Crips and bloods in this bitch, bad bitch tryna give me hugs
You could mug in this bitch and get your ass filled up with slugs
Could be up late tryna see what the fucking play is
Tryna make some cake, tryna buy me a brand-new crib
Remember my stomach ache, I'm hungry, I ain't have shit for real
Remember I shot that Drac' from the corner, I get that shit for real
Huh, who that is? Look
Fuck me good, then give that bitch some bands and tell that bitch shut up
Run my hood, I call it home of land, come there I put you up
Outside like we some Backyardigans, you ain't gon' fuck with us
Play with us, brrt, we leave a stain, don't stop me
Pussy boy don't ever wanna see a madman rage
I don't love too much, but Dej just got that stick inside her name
Stack that money up, stay fresh as fuck, bring opps that major pain
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477ztj2o2hYKeUjUrKk8K5 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Now Who | (Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')
I, I-I-I (I stay turnt)
I-I-I (made my way to Utah)
I-I-I (I came from the Nawf)
Mm, let's do it, it's Top, nigga, it's a brand-new day, huh, huh
Pussy-ass nigga wan' play, I got my Drac', huh, huh
Pussy-ass nigga wan' play, better have some cake, ow, ow
Can't stay off boot while in that booth, straight out that boot like I'm Weezy
Knock out your tooth, bitch, speak the truth, I been livin' life like a demon
I got good money 'round the globe, I did my shit like Fefeezy
I tote that chopper when I roll in the NO like BGeezy
Oh, I was tryna catch a body
Petey lost his mama, he split one for me, I ain't 'posed to tell nobody
Fuck up my deal, get put in a pickle, nigga, think it's a game, die when we scrimmage
I ain't lose my brain, come with my change, fuck all this fame, my name been blemished
Niggas gettin' rowdy, I ain't quit, that's for cowards
I got my gun for who runnin' up on me
Runnin', I been makin' my routes, they plan on takin' me out
I took the world and fucked the brains out
Now who's the motherfucker? (Come and see)
Now who's the motherfucker? (Now who's the motherfucker?)
Now who's the motherfucker?
Livin' life like a motherfucker
Huh, five jets on the runway
No bonjour, go one way
I catch two bodies, then I parlay
I'm a god, tell me what my God say
I'm a thug, shoot the Glock sideways
From the mud, get it out nine ways
I could buy 'em boys, I just lock down and get time paid
They lied, they said crime don't pay
All time rage 'cause my mind caged
Got more money than my net worth
Ask major labels, I'm they worst fuckin' slave, ayy
Tired of carryin' them and now my neck hurt
Got my chest lookin' like Starburst
Pussy nigga, you'll get your head burst, I had to starve first
Ridin' on a surfboard, try ridin' on my wave
Fuck 'em, I gots to get paid, gots to get paid
Multimillions, I got high to heal my pain
I fucked on my last ho, hit her up, then she came
Nigga play with my name, I'm havin' one of these slimes comin' through swingin'
Nigga tryin' show us too much heart, get hit in his brain, makin' a change
I don't drive in no push-start, young nigga done made it out of the rain
Hopin' moms forgive my heart, I ain't never changed the way I came
Niggas gettin' rowdy, I ain't quit, that's for cowards
I got my gun for who runnin' up on me
Runnin', I been makin' my routes
They plan on takin' me out
I took the world and fucked the brains out
Now who's the motherfucker? (Come and see)
Now who's the motherfucker? (Now who's the motherfucker?)
Now who's the motherfucker?
Livin' life like a motherfucker
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70FtAemyqlK7clIbt1YV65 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | My Body | Just ask me
D-Roc
Oh, had you on my mind 'til this morning
My thoughts all around 'cause I don't know what I'm doin'
Know a lot of things wouldn't be fair to you
So I'm tryna keep this flowin' (Oh, mhm oh)
Fuck around and catch me in that Rolls with some tissue
Shittin' on these niggas and I'm cryin' 'cause I miss you
For to give in, she just gotta hear I'm down, this shit pitiful
Why you keep me 'round and you feel like I ain't shit to you?
And you knowin' that my love rare, you just treat it like it's beneful
Out the blue you get a cold stare, when I think of shit, I sing to you
I just wonder, is this really real?
Or you got somebody teachin' you?
Tell me if you love somebody (I do)
Tell me if you for somebody (I don't know)
She don't really love my body (Oh, no)
She just wanna keep me from somebody (I know)
You don't have to think again, I'm all for you
Deeply love you, and I miss you
I miss touchin', I miss fuckin', and I
Tatted up my face again, I'm already ugly
And you my bitch, you pretty, I don't want you in public
But I just cut you loose and I do what I do
Let the bitch do what she please, I fly her out to Cancún
Break my heart, I'm sittin' here bleedin', my BM called me a fool
Jocin' off me 'cause she notice how I'm fucked up 'bout you
Got that Xanax yesterday, ran out by this morning
Fuck you mean? I buy that Wraith, I ain't runnin' out this money
Ride horses on my trail today, all way until it's snowin'
To me, she flew, when I got through, I cut her by this mornin'
Claimin' that she lovin' me
And I know that she be thuggin' me
When this bitch be actin' ABC
I wan' drag this ho from D to Z
Somehow, you made me complete
But I'm scared of you havin' my heart
She ain't never liked shit about me
She just wanted my bro from the start
Tell me if you love somebody (I do)
Tell me if you for somebody (I don't know)
She don't really love my body (Oh, no)
She just wanna keep me from somebody (I know)
You don't have to think again, I'm all for you
Deeply love you, and I miss you
I miss touchin', I miss fuckin', and I
Tatted up my face again, I'm already ugly
And you my bitch, you pretty, I don't want you in public
Oh, had you on my mind 'til this morning
My thoughts all around 'cause I don't know what I'm doin'
Know a lot of things wouldn't be fair to you
So I'm tryna keep this flowin' (Oh, mhm, oh)
Fuck around and catch me in that Rolls with some tissue
Shittin' on these niggas and I'm cryin' 'cause I miss you
I just wonder, is this really real?
Or you got somebody teachin' you?
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5oF8bHbgmSMiwQ462LluNr | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I'm A Demon | (Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Oh
It's a thug nigga-
I'm a thug nigga
Ah, it's a thug nigga story, that's what I was 'bout to say
She a thug nigga lady
I don't give her no attention
It ain't you, it's me who I'm missing
It ain't you, it's me, who you kidding?
I don't settle no wishes
I don't settle no wishes
Everything that I say be all vivid
Fuck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
Fuck these critics, baby, we all winning
Fuck these snakes, kill 'em, they all get it
Fuck you thought? The killers, they all with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I'ma buy a hatchback, your love, this another sport
Baby, I'm a demon, she treat me just like I'm God
Flash out, I can't fault her for it
'Cause I know just what I be doing
I don't know what's gotten into you
See that you ain't been playing lately
Sticks on me riding in the coupe, you been knew I was playing safely
Been know that I was dangerous
Redeye, I'm a speed racer
On all occasions, don't separate, we keep pacing
Gettin' beside myself
These hoes ain't loving or really be fucking with me
You the one that I know that I want, you the one that I really do need
Steady tryna come up off of me when I'll send a bitch overseas
I'll give her anything she please
Bitch sister steady telling her scheme
Fuck is y'all? Y'all some nobodies
Fuck 'em all, girl, that's your body
Just make sure they tell nobody, I don't want nobody
Bitch can't see I'm full of pain, then me, she lose
She can't see I need her love, I say I'm through
'Cause I'm too real for this ho not be real with me, oh, I
'Cause I'm too chill for this ho not be good to me, slime
I'ma buy a hatchback, your love, his another sport
Baby, I'm a demon, she treat me just like I'm God
Flash out, I can't fault her for it
'Cause I know just what I be doing
Fuck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
Fuck these critics, baby, we all winning
Fuck these snakes, kill 'em, they all get it
Fuck you thought? The killers, they all with it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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0uyye29n6DhWjcNZPOC81v | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Choppa Gizzle | (Just run that beat from lil' Ken)
Who wanna fuck with a nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
Wah, haha
And now you know me, play me like a ho, gon' need the police
Hit your block, ain't gotta roll deep
I send one nigga for to get you, it's one nigga to come and split you
I'm in my mansion with guerillas baking cakes for all you pussy niggas
Lean running over, bitch gon' ride me like a rollercoaster
Fuck my partner when it's over
Strap that chopper to my shoulder, stand over 'em like a soldier
Get the executive peeled, bitch, don't try to fuck me over
Petey Pablo, own jail like I'm Pablo
Hold on, check the side note, make sure that his mind blow
Rich as fuck, strung out on dope, tryna get active with your ho
Try to act off while I cope, I'll let you know, bitch
I keep that rocket, lil' nigga, I'll shoot somethin', shoot somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You got a problem, lil' nigga? Then prove somethin', blew somethin'
Already know when I'm comin' there, bitch, I'm tryna screw somethin'
Who got me full of loose screws? I'ma take 'em all the way out for 'em
My youngins don't do school, so I'm tryna make a way out for 'em
I need a new deal, bitch, I call that winnin' the playoffs for 'em
We go and buy new grills, plenty diamonds, bitch, and plenty guns
I'm in the Melpomene, like Pistol P, I get them fires and do 'em
I'm in this bitch with them roosters, they'll bust you up early morning
Bitch, I catch your mama yawning, shot as soon we spotted homie
Pussy bitch, I ain't your cuz, you play, I'm gon' put blood up on you
Kill me, you gon' die from staining, know that I'm a problem, nigga
I ain't tryna kill you, I'ma hit your security with that chopper, nigga
Bang out like I'm Flocka, nigga, cut a head and flop a nigga
Pussy playing with my daughter mama, bitch, I'ma turn your daughter to a bopper, nigga
Gotta make sure lil' Top pop this nigga, I'm a perfect killing thinker
Find his address and spray paint his house that it's nice to meet you
Fuck that song, I don't need you, bitch, you dealing with a creature
I'ma catch you and snipe your pussy ass from top the bleachers
I keep that rocket, lil' nigga, I'll shoot somethin', shoot somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You got a problem, lil' nigga? Then prove somethin', blew somethin'
Already know when I'm comin' there, bitch, I'm tryna screw somethin'
I keep that rocket, lil' nigga, I'll shoot somethin', shoot somethin'
You don't like me, lil' nigga? Then do somethin', do somethin'
You got a problem, lil' nigga? Then prove somethin', blew somethin'
Already know when I'm comin' there, bitch, I'm tryna screw somethin'
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0UvkOitYhOVWXgYF1ZTJmN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bigger & Better | (Ayo, Bans, what you cooking?)
(It's Malik on the track)
Lay down while I'm deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don't need, I can barely breathe
I'm fucked up 'bout your love, without me having it feel I'm weak
Fucked up with drugs 'cause it's the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I'm married and everything, this is all that I'll ever see
Up, I can barely see if you do or don't fuck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don't care 'bout what I achieve
And I notice that bitches I neglect treat me better when round
Having too much money still don't make nobody better
Damn, all these diamonds on me still don't make my body special
From that time being, you changed up on me, fuck that measure
Sun out, top down, stuntin' on these hoes, I'm goin' on 'bout my way
Clocked out, don't talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain't got time to play
(Ooh) what the fuck you got to lose?
Got the fame and got the money, I'm the one who sittin' here like a fool
Call her phone, I know she comin', but I neglect that bitch for you
What you discovered? who you fuckin'? Why you actin' like that out the blue?
Come on, now, if I did you somethin', tell me now what the fuck I do
Hurtin' now, but I gotta crack a smile in front of my Mumu
Weight gain, I cut back off of pills, are you happy I improved?
So ashamed that I ain't never changed, but with this wan' be through
Eagle's beak to the streets, so I know that all the hoes watching
Who love me? Who want me? Who need me?
Who here that won't mistreat me? I look around, see nobody
Fuck about who love, they don't know me
Bitch, I say show me a million dollars
I been laughing to the bank since I was 16
Fuck your mama, fuck your kids, and fuck your problems
It's on you to plan on stopping
I know you fucked up 'cause they motive
Nigga, stand the fuck up, they tryna leave, take the stick and blow they motor
Let them listen to all them bitches making statements like they know us
She was listenin' to them bitches 'cause they claimin'
That they know somethin', they don't know us
I lay down while I'm deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don't need, I can barely breathe
I'm fucked up 'bout your love, without me having it feel I'm weak
Fucked up with drugs 'cause it's the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I'm married and everything, this is all that I'll ever see
Up, I can barely see, if you do or don't fuck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don't care 'bout what I achieve
Sun out, top down, stuntin' on these hoes, I'm goin' on 'bout my way
Clocked out, don't talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain't got time to play
Ooh
Oh, yeah, yeah
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3JmBhQLd0TRlPQ0RG9SM5C | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Guitar Hero | And keep that too
Uh, uh, last night was, huh, last night
Last night was so crazy
Left me with a hangover
'Cause you can't hang over
Don't know why I let you even came over
What she did to me, I got a thing for that girl
Know you seen them security with that chopper on they shoulder
Young nigga gon' rock out, I'm a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin' up, headin' right over there
Let's get active, nigga
Huh, young nigga so fucked up that I think my soul won't never heal
I'ma move out to New York or Malibu like, "Fuck them hills"
Posted in my yard on this hill, drinkin' lean like it's beer
She know I ain't gon' run from no one
She know I'll slump somethin' over
Yeah, I'm a soldier, baby
If you call me, I'll go crazy
I'm sorry I couldn't make it
I was late, I was race, I was sack chasin'
I was on my way, no flake, baby
I was up all night, I was sack chasin'
Know you seen them security with that chopper on they shoulder
Young nigga gon' rock out, I'm a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin' up, headin' right over there
Let's get active, nigga
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, whoa, oh
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Let's do it, uh, uh, uh, uh, ah (yeah)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay
Ridin' in a two-seater like I'm a Beatle (ah)
Can't wait to see that girl, it got a sky view
I don't wanna hurt you, girl, I'm not gon' lead you on
And I'm not finna, ain't finna tell you I love you
Young nigga don't even deserve you
Don't know how the fuck I came across you
How the fuck a young nigga even lose you?
I'm a loser, I'm a lame 'cause I lost you
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1mtVGjPIBXbG6Dq5UwnyyA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Deep Down | Deep deep down
Deep deep down
Deep deep down
Deep deep down
Deep deep down
Deep deep down
Oh, they want my soul, I got my pole
I let it go anyway, God sent
I bring my pistol where I go
Oh, oh, oh
Deep, deep down in the waters where I was raised (Ooh)
Ayy, you'll probably find the gun we knocked your mans off with
Choppers and alligators turn you to sandwiches
They eat you up 'round this bitch, Amen
Ooh, hallelujah (Hallelujah)
I worked for this, you run up on me, try to take it
I'll shoot ya (I'll shoot ya, pussy nigga)
Fuck these well dressed niggas
New suit, put holes up in it
These niggas ain't play at all
Rap niggas, they bored from pimpin'
I just mind my business
Keep it kickin' or I'll kill you
I, DeSean, bitch
Niggas just don't know I'm taxin' all these hoes
My uncle Jay say, "Gas ain't chеap, can't ride for free"
Wan' ride with me
Thеse hoes want daiquiris, but I want lean
Sit back in peace and count my cheese
Don't say a thing, bitch, please
Mississippi River ain't too far from where I was livin'
Five minutes, put your body in it
So many nights, we put choppers in it
Duckin' cops, whip full of stolen goods
We playin' robbers in it
Bway got a chopper, and it's stolen with them coppers in it
Up it, pop it, then flip 'em
Hit 'em, body rock 'em with it
Send him to the doctor, body locked up right after we switched him
I done seen cold, cold cases in this dirty system
These dirty hoes tryna break me when at times, I lift 'em
Tell 'em, I stay deep, deep down in the waters where I was raised
Jump off the porch with dirty K's then watch my momma cry 'bout Dave
Nobody safe, that's 4KTrey
Bitch, you wan' play? Put guns inside your face
I'll squeeze it 'til the metal break
Deep, deep down, we put your body, you fuckin' with me
Deep, deep down, them youngins hold it, they bustin' for me
Deep, deep down, I'm tryna bring you, you comin' for me
Deep, deep down, them demons keepin' you company
I wanna see if the bitch 'bout it
Make them hit your block with them choppers, oh, I, I
Please, don't let them youngins get close up on your car side
You know YoungBoy got 'em on you, you gon' slip up and gon' die, bitch
Fifty back-to-back on your head, I put it on it
Niggas being smart, they keep playin', they know I'm on it
Skully get the drop on your ass, gon' run down on you
Deep, deep down in the waters where I was raised (Ooh)
Ayy, you'll probably find the gun we knocked your mans off with
Choppers and alligators turn you to sandwiches
They eat you up 'round this bitch, Amen
Ooh, hallelujah (Hallelujah)
I worked for this, you run up on me, try to take it
I'll shoot ya (I'll shoot ya, pussy nigga)
Fuck these well dressed niggas
New suit, put holes up in it
These niggas ain't play at all
Rap niggas, they bored from pimpin'
I just mind my business
Keep it kickin' or I'll kill you
I, DeSean, bitch
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5rXNDps7rmRKSgPyx5tU3H | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Guapi | Balenciaga with my Guapi on (my Guapi on, on, yeah)
I say, I pour mud in my styrofoam (inside my styrofoam, oh, oh)
I been tryna say a prayer for grandma to come home (oh, oh, oh)
Guess I'm living in an imaginary place
I say, I guess I'm livin' like a villain up inside his last days
Can't buy my grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil' Dave
We done been so long with each other
Built a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you?
Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans
I spray that Draco 'round, bitch, you better not play with me
I'm dangerous
I know that you ain't easy to be tamed
I just cuffed my cup, like, fuck that love, oh, oh
I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
I'm feelin' special, I might fly her out to LA, yeah
I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah
Can't tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead, mm-hm-mm
I can't lose myself, I can't lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help
These niggas wan' put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin'
They ain't give me nothin', hand out like I owe them somethin'
Oh, God, I'll break 'fore I starve
Oh, God, die for all my loved ones
We done been so long with each other
Built a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you?
Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble
I'm a motherfuckin' hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain't right here
I'm just stayin' right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin' me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans
I just cut her off, don't need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan' be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
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04rSSN0QvRD5yKZlA8VpS4 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Freestyle | I just ain't wanna stop talkin', man, I don't know why
Man, I wanna act stupid 'round this bitch or somethin', man
(Evidently, I been shoppin' with Ken)
I don't wanna go through this no more
Ayy, I don't wanna hurt you, have to let you go
I know
I hold it down, don't never leave me lonely, don't do me wrong
Big diamonds on me, mhm (Oh)
These times of the mornin', I be lonely, slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, talk that shit, Top)
Do you love me? Can I trust you?
Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?
Keep that burner on me, run up on me I'm burnin' somethin', ooh
Can't take this pain out my body
But fuck that, I got these diamonds on me
Young nigga, I been shinin' like a star, I know my body
Fuck that, they took my daddy
But won't come take away my lil' brother
Mmm, 3, tell 'em I'm 'bout business
I hold it down around this motherfucker
Nigga, nobody have job but my grandfather, nigga
So fuck you think payin' for everything for my mother
And my sister and my brother, nigga?
I'm so fucked up, I made it out
I'm rich as fuck and how I feel
I'm still caught up in the struggle, nigga
But shit, I'm great, they let my nigga out
My day one, Ddawg, that's my fuckin' brother, nigga
Huh, he'll chase you down, twelve years old he knock one off
We had to sit ten years around, man, man
Tired of all these fake-ass people 'round me, smilin', tryna down me
All this pussy-ass whisperin', what you sayin' about me?
Bitch, let me catch like one thing
I put this on my mama, I'm too real
I let you inside my life, I'ma slime you, I'm gangster, bitch
I'm danger, nigga, R.I.P. my uncle
He got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, mane
This shit mane, it's some- stranger
Like my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strange
Even the women, when you don't wanna be with 'em or try to get any
Man, I'm ready go back to prison
I ain't, I ain't got no love in this bitch
I ain't got no great feeling
Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it
And I swear to God, I feel amazin' in it, been winnin', nigga
Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag with me
Mad, I got them hitters put your face up in it, nigga
Man, tell them boss niggas that was beefin' wit me
Put four of his brothers' face on a tee
That bitch been sleepin' with it
Look, man, tell them 'em 'bout them niggas that was beefin' with me
Put four of his brothers' face on top his fuckin' T-shirt nigga, huh?
Man, it's lil' Top, I keep my Glock
Don't want no problem with you, no, just leave me 'lone, just carry on
Just carry on, I'm tryna move 'round
I don't want you, just leave me 'lone, I got a bad bitch in my home
Let me do anything I want
I buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please me
Gang, these pussy niggas ain't 'bout nothin'
I put you straight inside my trunk
You niggas Stevie, don't wan' see me
On God
What the fuck, why I'm up early in that mornin'?
Everybody in this room don't know nothin' 'bout me
Or probably wanna come kill Ddawg, he dog somethin'
But I guarantee you, I'll kill something, I'll hurt all y'all
Why? 'Cause, you my motherfuckin' hoes and I'm a big dog
I know you wouldn't even hold it down
Y'all followin' niggas that even sold me down
Bitch, I ain't no clown, nigga, fuck y'all
I'm out my mind, ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh
I'm a soldier, I thought I told you
I'll run down on you (Come here)
I'll run down on you (Bitch, come here, come here)
I get to singin' them blues, how you in blue?
I make the sound with my, I make the
I make the, make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh)
Oh, I got my Glock makin' tunes (Ooh)
These dog-ass hoes don't love me
I buy 'em anything, that's why they sit up, put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain't my wife for nothing
I'm how I done came, just like a man, I'm strictly thuggin'
All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you girl, I love you
They don't wanna see me ballin', I been caught up in some trouble
Ooh, I crack him, crack his dome
Don't wanna pay a nigga they motherfuckin' money
Ooh, ooh, I get active, nigga
Bracelet on my leg, you pussy niggas know I'm comin'
Don't do no runnin'
I'll gun you down, hit you all back, you'll hit your stomach, bitch
Ooh, lil' Top, lil' Top, Kentrell
I can't leave home right now for nothin' (Ain't goin' for shit)
I can't leave home right now for nothin' (I swear to God)
I wake up every day, late night, mournin' for money
I'm tryna get it in
I ain't got no help, I ain't got no friends
All four of them joints
I hope you got money
Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy (Plenty risks, nigga, on God)
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2kKM3K6AGtpBgWyr9ObkwS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Don't Hurt Me | (Mommy, India got the beats)
She real deal
Oh, yeah, ooh
Ah, ooh
I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you inside me
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah
Fucking all these hatin'-ass niggas (wow)
Fuck all these weird-ass bitches (wow)
Told 'em come play, I'll kill 'em (wow, Top)
Black nail paint on these niggas
Look better than most these bitches
Tell 'em stay the fuck up out your business
She from the slums, gotta work for a minute, I'm turnin' her up like a model
Excuse me, but fuck what your mama been talking, I told you from Front Street, I got you
I hate a bitch that could get her some millions, but steady gon' settle for dollars
I hit a bitch that chopper and drop him, he fuckin' around with my partners
Fuckin' around with these niggas, got permanent scars, no need for no doctor
I'm taking feelings from out of the picture, I'm taking shorty from out of my roster
Ventin' while I smoke, just cruise with my sister, lose me, bitch, you ain't got better options
I'm that lil' nigga that run up the check, I'm that lil' nigga, you know I'm the flyest
I told her you hurt me, don't tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you inside me
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I'm with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah
Joke 'bout shit, ain't none of them funny
I'm the one, 23 years and running
I'm the one gave that bitch the most money that she ever have inside her life
Young nigga came from nothin'
Tired of repeatin' that shit, I ain't stuntin'
Tired of zippin' shit, tired of showin' that ain't nothin'
Tired of this bitch, only want my money, oh
I been losin', I been slow pacin'
I been flexin' on my old lady
Without you, I feel like I won't make it
But I gotta realize I'm winning
All these hoes wan' date 'cause they know where I stay, get a image then they in it
All these hoes want babies, then they feel entitled to my millions
You would've been done drive me crazy talking 'bout my lack of attention
No, they don't know me, baby, know I'd kill 'em 'bout my women
'Bout my love, 'bout a girl who really fuck with me
I'm a thug, and girl, they know just not to fuck with me
When we make love, do you feel that you belong with me?
Calm down, girl, I'll do to you these thugged-out things
Told you you hurt me, I told you don't lie
I showed you I love you, now I'm tired of trying
I don't wanna hurt you, I need you inside me
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7pw6IXqjBn0M68l5JI3mIV | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Heard Of Me | Shit, that's that bitch (damn, Ken man)
Uh, baow
It's Lil Top, nigga, what it is?
You already know how I get down
I got all these bitches around, all these bitches inside my home
Yeah, with a half a million inside my bag, bitch
Yeah, with a big strap on my couch, right now
How you wan' do it?
Nigga, biggest five, hah
Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah
I leave shit dead inside the street
I had foreign cars at just 16, bitch
Now, look, I know you heard of me
I got my momma out the hood
I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man
I said, "I know you heard of me"
'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin'
Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin'
I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me
Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch
That drum gon' talk like it's a band
Got 80 acres worth of land
But they wan' see me lose, wan' see me lose my groove
Wan' see me throw my fuckin' hand
They ain't give a hand, not one time, pussy bitch, I'm 'bout mine
And I been known to slang iron, I'll have your whole family cryin'
And I made millions through my whole career
Dropped from outta school without a plan
I could've fucked up, got killed
I been on the stand just like a man, these 23 long years
Life inside in the can, I said, "I can"
Bitch, who would not shed tears? Bitch, keep it real
Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the South
Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me, "Stay in the house"
Had some pain since I was a child
Hope your happiness done been bought
Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh
I see these pussy niggas plottin' on me (I see them)
I say I gotta keep that rocket on me (gotta keep that iron)
In the club stuntin' with these hoes
Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm, huh
They watch my neck, huh, know I got that check
I'm gon' flex, got that TEC, huh
Play, I let this bitch out right on set, best come correct
Or get stomped out your shit, this a bet
Bitch, I'm rich, I ride around with that stick, fuck a fed
Got too much sense inside my head to lose it all behind a ho
Tryna get a session with DJ Khaled and make 'em all lay on the floor
Tryna let that rookie open my venue
And kill his whole clique at the show
He's from a hour away
And from that distance, I could see that he a ho
I peep your chain out wit' my scope, I get your address from my four
We grab them sticks
It's time to kill, play Jackie Neal, that's how we roll
I know life won't be fucked up forever, God blessin' all the steppers
Trap niggas and real bitches, my clique gon' ball forever
Wreck, we gon' bang it out, we gon' hit it, just let me know
Pop a pussy, pop prescriptions, pop a check, ooh
Bitch, pop that pussy, fuck who lookin', throw that neck, ooh
I beat it down, straight from the back, then eat you like my food
Now, look, I know you heard of me
That boy who breakin' all the rules, that child who barely find peace
That boy who make that bitch get tattoos of a whole face of me
Inside Cristal, we soak our feet, it's gangsta
Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah
I leave shit dead inside the street
I had foreign cars at just 16, bitch
Now, look, I know you heard of me
I got my momma out the hood
I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man
I said, "I know you heard of me"
'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin'
Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin'
I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me
Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch
That drum gon' talk like it's a band
I can see these pussy niggas plottin' on me (I see them)
I say I gotta keep that rocket on me (gotta keep that iron)
In the club stuntin' with these hoes
Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm
Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the south
Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me, "Stay in the house"
Had some pain since I was a child
Hope your happiness done been bought
Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh
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6YJzVBCeKH0sarQEi5rSDk | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Testimony | (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back")
Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh
You already know how I do it when I come
I'ma spit some gangster shit to you
You hear me? (Uh)
Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times
I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind
Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money
I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine
Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah
Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it
This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at
All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax
Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga
I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga
Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga
Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin'
Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us"
Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em
I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him
Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me
Young rockstar, oh, my God
I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide
Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes
See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night
Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it
This is my testimony, yeah
Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me
I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me
I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me
Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me
Big .45 drum up on me with a beam
I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh)
Save my soul
Oh, I miss my old self (yeah)
Save my soul
Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back")
Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin'
I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets
Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body
What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper
Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times
I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind
Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money
I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine
Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it
This is my testimony, yeah
Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me
I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me
I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me
Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me
Big .45 drum up on me with a beam
I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no
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58WSKtcvVt208XY8tolYQI | Queen Naija | No Fake Love (with YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | Ooh
Better be careful
You better be careful whatchu say to me (say to me)
Quick to cut a nigga off so gracefully (gracefully)
I got the power to make 'em wait for me
I don't need, I bet I'll make 'em wait for me
Talk shit, but they ain't gon' ever say it to me (say it to me)
Mad, because they know ain't no replacin' me (replacin' me)
I been there and done that, ain't no fazin' me
I don't need no fake love
So many bands I'm runnin' through (runnin' through)
So much that I wanna do (yeah)
It's startin' to become so clear me
Need more than love, I need loyalty (ooh)
I can buy my own, I don't need a loan (ooh)
Don't need no chaperone, I'm already grown (ooh-ooh)
Gotta AP all chrome, it's covered in stones
You ain't on my type of time, then leave me alone
You can't deny it, baby, I'm fire
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me
If I'm too much to handle, then leave
I'm a force by myself, every time, I'ma bet on me
You better be careful whatchu say to me (say to me)
Quick to cut a nigga off so gracefully (gracefully)
I got the power to make 'em wait for me
I don't need, I bet I'll make 'em wait for me
Talk shit, but they ain't gon' ever say it to me (say it to me)
Mad, because they know ain't no replacin' me (replacin' me)
I been there and done that, ain't no fazin' me
I don't need no fake love
Promise me, then lie, that's foul (foul)
Get mad once we get out and talk loud (talk loud)
I know you gotcha own, I just wanna hold you down
For me, you'd do the same, I'm who to blame
I kept fake love around
And I know yo' friends just talk shit but ain't 'bout shit
See, this Rolls-Royce? I bought this
See that mountain top with that house on it?
It's paid for, ain't no rent (that's me)
How you talk to me 'bout love and this you show me?
I ain't whatchu like, then coach me
How you just gon' up and throw me? (Throw me out)
And I can't deny it, admit, I was lyin'
I love you, but this I don't need
Gotcha home, girl, thinkin' that it's me
But you don't wanna be kept and yo' type, I can't keep
(Better be careful) yeah
You better be careful whatchu say to me (say to me)
Quick to cut a nigga off so gracefully (gracefully)
I got the power to make 'em wait for me
I don't need no, I bet I'll make 'em wait for me
Talk shit, but they ain't gon' ever say it to me (say it to me)
Mad, because they know ain't no replacin' me (replacin' me)
I been there and done that, ain't no fazin' me
I don't need no fake love
♪
Better be careful
(Better be careful)
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5AJ4jwyEhuILIgex9orcQj | Never Broke Again | I Need to Know (Never Broke Again feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | (BJ on one)
(We love you Heavy)
Hmmm-mm look, huh
My music so ruthless, just move me
Let's end the night with wine
My life, it ain't perfect, they use me
This happens every time
No patience, I'm pacin', they're hatin'
My life been on the line
I got three shawties, I'm stickin' it
And I'm doin' fine
Very well, put that cutter on your brother, bitch, don't you go kiss and tell
Saw that I ain't have shit for sale
That's when I seen they tricks reveal
Shawty always fake as hell
Lil' bitch, don't come in here
I give her no dope, but shawty in here movin' slow
I don't give no fuck if I'm in court
I keep my pockets filled with rolls
Long road, but I know which fuckin' way to go
Next time around, I knock you off
Now, don't you try this shit no more
I've been puttin' up with these hoes
And I'm fed up and I'm so tired
Lil Muslim in my home, and I think that we got soul ties
Catch these pussy niggas, get the issue, that ain't no lie
Kill one that's important, and I sit back, watch all you bitches cry
I don't switch my shoes, this bitch so high
My engine make it glide
I break all the rules, don't pick and choose
Get blues the day you try
Mama, I'm a fool, and all this money do not help it out
Mama, I'm so cruel, and so on point, no, I won't come around
Bitch, tie up your shoes take off run, watch how I gun you down
Now, get back up
Told youngy keep his 30 tucked
Lift him up, they bring me down
We're outsiders, don't fuck around, majority of 'em don't fuck with us
Sometimes, I wonder, "Who love me?" 'Cause I gotta know
Sometimes, I need you here for me
It's hard for me to cope
And it's a thug nigga story, and it's a million told
Niggas plannin' on tugging me
'Cause I need to know where my Codeine
'Cause I'm caught up movin' slow in my own dream
And I'm caught up with this ho that don't love me
I might as well go and die in my sleep
I might as well go and by Louie all on my own
I might as well just sit and cry 'cause ain't nobody around
I might as well pour a five in the sixteen
No sleep, drink the whole thing, whole thing 'til I'm gone
She's so wrong, know she ain't never move on
And she knows, she belongs in here with a thug nigga
Ain't got no time for sneakin' 'round I be tryna thug with her
She just don't wanna confess the fact she don't need me
Behind my back, she's schemin'
Sometimes, I wonder, "Who love me?" 'Cause I gotta know
Sometimes, I need you here for me
It's hard for me to cope
And it's a thug nigga story, and it's a million told
Niggas plannin' on tugging me
'Cause I need to know where my Codeine
'Cause I'm caught up movin' slow in my own dream
And I'm caught up with this whore that don't love me
I might as well go and die in my sleep
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3enZsu86mkFdpa4FUdNZ4e | Never Broke Again | Slump (Never Broke Again feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | (Al Geno on the track)
♪
Uh, you already know what it is, man (it's Lil Top nigga)
We back again, you know how we do it (you already know what it is with me)
Tell 'em glizzy me (4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)
I got all my niggas in here with me (DDawg comin home)
I got all my people here with me (like anyday, right now, believe that)
And you already know if you ain't feel me, fuck you
I ain't worried, girl, I'm built not to curl
Gotta be strong, this a dirty world, I went bought her pearls
By tonight, I'm fuckin' up her curls
Fuck these niggas, they ain't crazy
Right on scene, I shoot like Curry, tell them bitches, "I be YoungBoy, baby"
I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)
They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I know I hit someone, somebody might die
Lock me in a cell, they let I'm out, I'm on my shit now
I go back again, my bitch might leave and start gettin' dicked down
Know it ain't no love when all my friends 'round make 'em lay it down
We rob 'em all, they been waitin' to hear where my head was found, redemption
Won and lost fights up inside the pen', bitch I'm standin' up
Case while up inside the jail, that wrist banger tucked don't give no fuck
Range Rover, Rolls-Royce, and Maybach truck
Been scarred, still hurt, so a bitch I don't trust
Blackballed for to see my whole world crushed
I'm floodin' the bank, and I'm fillin' it up, and I go
To the punt line, this a activator world, baby
Green flag activity, it's a lot of murder cases
Lot of mama's dead babies found slump without no faces
Switched like some pay stubs for our pins
We train like we been in the navy
Yeah (baow, baow)
Know we leave shit slumped, bitch, don't think that you gon' play me
Lil' bro got a drum with a switch on back of his Glock, if he see you, he gon' spray it
Get caught, I know I'm Fed not County, I been collectin' heads and countin'
I got a Glock mami, split boy shit, I been on that
I'm in Utah, they ain't tryna find me
Send your pin, bitch better yet
I know where your dawg stay at
Wait all night and dawg his ass
Said that they gon' step on who?
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout that
'Cause I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)
They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I know I hit someone, somebody might die
They know I been gettin' dirty wrong
But in the studio still'll lay it down
Who the fuck you else know, make you drop yo' ass to a gangster song
Make a young nigga wan' put his mask down, or go pick it up
Keep dissin', and then I knock your mans down, now bitch go pick him up
Who the fuck said they gon' fuck with us?
Like a nigga don't respect the real
I'm a gangster, I spank you while not on pills
Even though I chew for real
While on the way to fight the case, cold dirty bangers what we totin'
They want to tag my toe
They say they seen 'em blockin' 'round before
They say that they gon' pop somethin'
Tell them that they not mommy
Them young niggas, I bought choppers for 'em to whack who plan on ridin' on me
My ambition, just from a lil' nigga posted on the corner
Grindin' got me millions, I stay fresh and keep that money on me
Pussy crackin' jokes while times hard right now, I don't think shit funny
Eight toys I got inside my yard right now
I still don't play for nothin', bitch
Better get your shit together 'fore we stick your ho ass
She ask lil' bro, "What's that big ass print on side his pants?"
I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)
They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I know I hit someone, somebody might die
I got a Glocky, mami
They might not wanna start no problems tonight
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I hit someone, I know somebody might die
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0m9cSkuwYOCUWCf48IS5ds | Lil Tjay | Project Walls (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
'Member when I was broke
Runnin' 'round hungry, no coat
Probably fried or put up on the dope
Never had money, so I got the bag and went dummy
Had shit to cop up with my notes, freestylin' quotes
Came from the bottom, it's possible, over work was my approach
These niggas ghosts
Stick to the ones that gon' love you for you, if not, you're gon' be toast
Niggas be jokes, gotta stay woke
They want my spot, that's why I do the most
This off the dome, sometimes, I tend to roam
But I can't leave it 'lone, they got me coast to coast
Still check in a lot to make sure mama proud
Clearin' two hundred fifty, Rolling Loud
Been sellin' out bigger shows, bigger crowds
Still, I don't know how
My friends tell me they miss me, "Tjay, can you drown?
Please don't play around
Focus on your sound, put on for the towns"
Tryna mix pieces I can't pronounce
Pockets clutchin' up, man, I can't frown
Thankin', "Lord, why You do it for me?
Know it's many who see, now let's never go down
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
Those just federal walls, I seen that before ('fore)
I'm so gone, oh God, I don't cry no more (more, oh)
Fake shit tear me down, all way to my core (my core)
Play for the second time 'round, no, I don't need that whore
Tell 'em to try it again, them niggas, they thought I was finished, yeah
Pullin' right up in a Benz, I gotta make sure that they hear me, yeah (ooh)
Tell 'em, "I don't need no friends," I'm runnin' up all the millions
Got my back, I don't need no hand, we swerve on all them niggas
Have 'em spray the fan in front of my fam', I'll have 'em up all the switches
I ain't showin' my hand, part of my plan, I'm handlin' all the business
And I handle her too, they just salt me down, I seen that before
I heard gun shots 'round, I'm not worried no more
Roaches, project walls, dead broke, I seen all
Tryna change my life, damn near tried it all
Know some want me dead, locked up in the feds
I strive for better
Makin' me go crazy now, oh, I know
Yeah, I want it, I-I-I-I, I wanna know
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2YIIpDEKJv6OUc7u9tVT7I | Joyner Lucas | Cut U Off | Joyner, Joyner, Joyner, Joyner-
Yeah
I can tell they switchin' when I read the signs
Ain't too many left in my circle, had to re-design (ayy)
Uh, I got comfortable with disappointment, so I'll be just fine (yeah)
Rather be alone, I've been valuin' my peace of mind (yeah, yeah)
Keep it funky, we don't need to vibe
If you hit my line and I don't answer, don't you be surprised (yeah)
You ain't on my wave (whoa), hope that you can read between the lines (whoa)
I don't think we need no ties (yeah), I don't-, ah
Yeah, rather not associate with suckers, we don't need no ties
Sick of niggas actin' like they motherfuckin' sneaker size
You ain't real, I knew it, you too good at playin' peek-and-hide (yeah)
I ain't wanna do it, but I'm 'bout to be on demon time
Yeah, twin Glocks, call 'em Nina Sky
They gon' move your body, then, somebody 'bout to see you die
Bitch, don't make me violent, you gon' make me show my evil side
Bitch, don't get me started 'cause you know that I'ma need to slide
Wait (Joyner), I honestly might (woo)
I used to call you my twin, but really, the truth is we not too alike (woo)
I used to think all that loyalty shit is as easy as ridin' a bike (damn)
I did a lot for the same niggas who wanna kill me and drop me on sight (sight)
Yeah, I went to war with some niggas who stabbed me and threw me on top of the knife
That was the day that I realized as long as I'm winnin', them niggas'll plot on my life (wow)
Yeah, I told myself, "Boy, you gotta just shoot when the shit hit the fan"
If I make it out, then I'ma stick to the plan
And I hope that yo' bitches are good with the hands, I'm startin' a fight
Right? And I'm on, so don't tell me when I'm off (ayy)
That's the sacrifice, they don't tell me what it cost (grrah)
We done grew apart, and I know I'm better off (ayy)
And you used to be my dawg, now, I gotta cut you off
Cut you off, cut you off
And I know that I'll be better off
Better off, yeah (Joyner, yeah)
Fuck it, yeah, I had to cut you off (whoa)
Cut you off, cut you off, and I know that I'll be better off
'Cause I'm a boss (ayy), the fuck you thought (fuck you thought)
Ah, yeah, yeah
Bad intentions, I know that I would have put you in position
Fuckin' around with your friends, advice they put in, ain't helpin' you get it, uh
I bought this bitch for my girl, this another Bentley
Hate to cut you straight off, I would've put you in it
You've been runnin' your mouth, tellin' all the business
Gotta know that ain't law, I ain't fuckin' with it
Another tape, I put out, that's another million
She leave out, know they enterin' in a minute
She don't like me, I know she just want to get it
Had to kick the bitch out for playin' with me
I ain't friendly, they know I ain't linkin' with 'em
Runnin' off with that sack, put it in the middle
Got like three-hundred racks in a continental
Got a 30 a bottle, I'm sprayin' with it, uh
Make me cut you off, she know that I mean it (mean it)
I can't trust these niggas, that ain't easy, easy
Ooh, let me find out you schemin', okay, that's a good reason
But fuck it, now, I gotta cut you off
Cut you off, cut you off
And I know that I'll be better off
Better off, yeah (Joyner)
Fuck it, yeah, I had to cut you off (whoa)
Cut you off, cut you off, and I know that I'll be better off
Better off, yeah, fuck it, yeah, I had to cut you off
♪
(That's impossible)
(A bold three, detergent plus fabric softener)
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3EN9CgupFLmuwmHYUPq0ny | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bitch Let's Do It | (Chasely, where'd you find that?) Huh
Yeah
Lil' Top
Yeah, huh, yeah, ooh (D-Roc)
It's early noon and I'm druggin', tryna fuck me somethin'
Get one to pull up on me and I'm gon' do me somethin'
Since I was 16, had money, I say, "I grew up stuntin'"
They hatin', they laugh, it ain't nothin' 'cause I'm gon' burn me somethin'
Now you could think I'm stuntin', I put that on my mama
I say I stay up in somethin', that's why we stay with them choppers
I know them slimes totin' somethin' and they be all with that drama
They pull up, jump, I start bustin' and make a bitch quit that talkin'
I hop out first with that chopper, I bust first at them cowards
I had some beef with some niggas, I straight fucked over they partners
I made shit sеize through the city and I sent blitz with thеm dollars
And I was the first to drop hits, bitch, I went crazy with bodies
And I was fucked up with Ten, wear the same clothes, that's my partner
He broke the code and I zipped him, this nigga used to be on side me
I was mad at my boy, but, shit, I'm grown, you can't stop me
He got me hooked on that boy, we both was goin' through some problems
Young nigga cutthroat, you saw it, he either slime or a goblin
You know I'm with it, YoungBoy, I kill that bitch 'front his mama
Like, 30 days straight, I ain't sleep from two to three
Like, 30 days straight
Hold on, let me catch again
I say, 30 days straight, I ain't sleep from two to three
I went 30 days straight, I was rollin' off the bean
It been 30 days straight she had an attitude with me
I'ma get that ass straight, I'll stab that pussy 'til it bleed
In a new 38 chain, I got that bitch on her knees
Buy lil' baby anything and she ain't gotta ask me please
I'ma kill a pussy nigga, fuck your boy and what you bleed
I want your face on top the pavement 'bout that fuckin' playin' with me
I heard your mama at the precinct every day to tell on me
That rap boy, he ain't safe, haha, bitch, please
They patch him up, couldn't even stitch him from that hole left with that heat
Spoke on us, I gotta see, get his last rollout on a tee
There ain't no bitch that I need, I need Visine
I be grindin', she on side me
And she can't love me 'cause I'm too slimy
I'm wherever them diggers be, you know right where to find me
It got me fucked up, I came up, don't care 'bout nothin'
I'ma get 'em bust up, he fucked up, don't tell me nothin'
I'ma get your head bust, lil' nigga, all that fuckin' stuntin'
They gon' lay his head on the pillow if we creep up on him
Baby, I'm too yeah on these niggas, I got plenty money
Bae, I leave shit dead, industry just don't like me for nothin'
Gettin' at all they ass with this money, tell 'em, "Do me somethin'"
Bitch, I got that sack, and on your head, I'll put it on you
Ring around the rosie, my diamonds are frozen
My wife, yeah, she love me, my ex bitch ain't want me
Uh, none of them ain't roll with me, I was locked 'way like they threw the key
Pray at night for my soul to keep, these pussy niggas wan' roll on me
It's early noon and I'm druggin', tryna fuck me somethin'
Get one to pull up on me and I'm gon' do me somethin'
Since I was 16, had money, I say, "I grew up stuntin'"
They hatin', they laugh, it ain't nothin' 'cause I'm gon' burn me somethin'
Now you could think I'm stuntin', I put that on my mama
I say I stay up in somethin', that's why we stay with them choppers
I know them slimes totin' somethin' and they be all with that drama
They pull up, jump, I start bustin' and make a bitch quit that talkin'
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6oAyKNxXuw6wBZ40FP9CW7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Got That Shit | (Berge always flexin')
(Tekken, it's a movie)
Ooh, yeah
This for all 'em young niggas out there gettin' that money, huh
This for all 'em bad bitches, get they own bread
You heard me?
Claim they don't like it, but you know they like it (look, look)
I'm in my 501s, some Levi's
This for them bad bitches, get dressed at night, then go to Vibe's
This for my young niggas who hustle 'til the sunrise
When shots let off, they send shit back, it ain't no goin' inside
Got shorty wan' come try to fuck me up inside my ride
Got my cologne on, smellin' clean, bitch
I know you see me on that scene, bitch
Car fresh than a motherfucker
Bitch bad just like her mother (ha)
Big knots in my pockets, boy, fuck with somethin' (ha)
I got that shit in my pants, got that shit in my lungs
Got that shit in my whip, I got that shit in my car
I got that shit on my hip, on my waist with my rod
I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broad
I send a blitz at your clique and put a hit on your squad
Eight 12s inside the trunk, nigga, it bump, nigga
Fuck wrong with you? I slump niggas
Could try play like you dumb, nigga
Have them young slimes inside the street, in front your house
Screamin', "Redrum, nigga, redrum, nigga"
Is it my cars? Is it my clothes? (Huh)
Or is it my bitch or all because of my home?
Straight out the North, livin' large, I got this
I'm on some shit strong than boy
And I been poppin' my shit like a model
Came from the bottom
If you see me with Herm, I'm drinkin' Henn' out the bottle
Big tires on my whip, nigga
Bad bitch up in here, got her holdin' on my blick, nigga
Ho, I got that shit in my pants, got that shit in my lungs
Got that shit in my whip, I got that shit in my car
I got that shit on my hip, on my waist with my rod
I got that shit on my clique, I put that shit all on my broad
I got that shit on my wrist, yeah (got that shit on my wrist)
Put that shit on my bitch, yeah (I put that shit on my bitch)
I put that shit on my broad (put that shit on my gang)
Because she fuck me in the Rolls (bust you for me in they brain)
I got that shit in my pants (slime), got that shit in my lungs
Got that shit in my whip, I got that shit in my car
I got that shit on my hip, on my waist with my rod
Nigga baptize shit 'cause I'ma send 'em straight to God
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4s2SSnOOVF3FtgcxNx6fFk | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Heard | Whoa (K4ProducedIt)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (skeeo!, this shit crazy, fool)
Say, your homeboy, he a joker
Ya heard me?
Six in the mornin' (free my brother)
I say, look, ayy, this Lil Top, nigga (ya heard me?)
My team in the hood die 'bout me (you already know I get dirty)
Look, look
Look, I'm up at six in the mornin'
I told my bitch, "Pull up on me"
I heard them hitters, they on me
Ma, I'm not sleepin' for nothin'
Creep up and run down on somethin'
I heard they say that they thuggin'
I heard they said I was pussy, I say, don't try me for nothin' (I heard)
I heard a pussy nigga got hit up with that blick
He couldn't do shit, wasn't with that shit (I heard)
I heard a nigga got swerved on, he was with his bitch, that ho got hit
I heard-, last breath comin' from that bitch (I heard, I heard)
I heard you don't like me, I don't like you neither, nigga
How the fuck you claim you wan' fight me? Bitch, I'm a killer
All-white tee, some Nike slippers, and a pistol, I'm too realer
Most nights five, I don't even sleep behind my motherfuckin' nigga
They been rappin', I'ma zip 'em
Put that on Dave, take off his face
Look in his eyes, how I was raised
I'm on frontline inside these days
Yeah, bitch, bang your gang 'cause I know I'm gon' do the same
Come snatch my chain, I'll bust your brain
Shoot up your whole funeral in vain, bitch
Mama, I weigh just like a hundred pounds, somehow I still been stayin' strong
Unhealthy in this shit, I been gettin' wealthy in this shit
I got a wife, at night, she hold me down, but if my money up, then gone
I'm gon' be back up in the North, I barely made it out that bitch
I say, ooh, yeah, put shit on the news
Drop shit with that chopstick, let the bitch hit, go boom
They ain't tell you I pop shit, tell 'em go watch the news
And I say, ooh, come on, huh, put shit on the news
Dirty .30, this my stick, pop shit, can't move
Bitch, I'm pullin' up with that mop stick, bullets flyin' out the room
I have 'em swing back, they do shit dirty, can't trust 'em, they keep me worried
Cutthroat 'em, they all deserve it, I say, fuck 'em, I say, fuck 'em
I see them plottin', they throw, I curve it
I just sit back, watch, I observe it
I, I see these bitch niggas, they claimin' that they love me
I held it down from top to bottom
These hoes be laughin' at my trauma
I say, I got serious problems, I say, I wan' kill somebody, bitch
Snaked by ones I love and it's fucked up, but ain't your problem
Look, I barely trust my mama, I say, I ain't got nobody, bitch
Fuck you, nigga, I'll kill you once and wish I could twice
Tell 'em close they fuckin' mouth, they don't know shit about my life
But a nigga that I murked or a ho I did wrong or right
Nigga, I'm rich, so suck my dick, I don't give a fuck about no stripes
Look, I'm up at six in the mornin'
I told my bitch, "Pull up on me"
I heard them hitters, they on me
Ma, I'm not sleepin' for nothin'
Creep up and run down on somethin'
I heard they say that they thuggin'
I heard they said I was pussy, I say, don't try me for nothin' (I heard)
I heard a pussy nigga got hit up with that blick
He couldn't do shit, wasn't with that shit (I heard)
I heard a nigga got swerved on, he was with his bitch, that ho got hit
I heard-, last breath comin' from that bitch (I heard, I heard)
(K4ProducedIt)
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6ptJXEUdDj0HVj2OJbQnSw | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hurt My Heart | Berge always flexin'
♪
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' on my god
She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
I don't need you, oah
I been puttin' up with your shit, ever since I was a jit
I said, "Bitch, you gotta go"
Always knew you wasn't shit, but I loved you too strong
Only when you 'round you fuck with me, get mad and then you party
Know you gon' get drunk and want to fuck, hoe why you startin' me
Know them hoes you be with want to fuck, laugh when you saltin' me
Know that shit you tell them don't add up, you got tattoos of me
All across yo' face, hoe you down bad, I hate ya
All them moves I make, I never tried once for to break ya
Out of all them moves you make, bitch you ain't breakin' me
You know not one nigga for to play, 'cause it ain't safe with me
After all them times you lay with them, bitch, you ain't think of me, at all?
Get mad and shit you say to me, you hate me, wish I'd fall
You need to tell his baby mama what you know, that boy don't play with me
All that shit y'all put on me, gon' make me kill that child inside the street
You fucked on him, you don't fuck wit' me
You run, I ain't tryin' catchin' up
And you never said it, 'til this day
This hoe think I'm a fuckin duck
You deserve everything these bitches havin'
But, you fucked it up
Only takin' orders from my daddy
You know I'm slimey, probably'll put you up
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' my god
She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
Got to love the hoes that stick on my side
Might make a flick with Yaya
I'm on the other side of options tonight
I come from the Northside, you was with me, I was fucked up
We ain't have a house, we would fuck outside
Then we had to switch it up, at the time, it's up, I had the hood hot
Bitch always lyin' and tellin' lies on me
You ain't my type of woman, ain't the type of bitch I need
And, I ain't your type of nigga, you don't do that shit to me
You know right from wrong, don't try to apologize
Oh, oh, oh
♪
I see a star in the sky
It's not shinin', it's been dim
I swear I seen a star cry
I say she used to be mine wish, she know I'm not them
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, I just pulled up in a push-start
Buy my baby mama another, from BR
Fuck yo' trust, I know I'm more turnt up than that boy
Fuck yo' heart, and if I burned it, hope it boil, goddamn
You a snake, and bitch, you knowin' that I'm knowin'
Be with his sister and you did that to that boy
Used to help me write rhymes
Even in jail, you helped me through all my times
Know I killed that fat bitch boyfriend, that be around
Ayy, while that time I was in jail, straight from Parish prison
Oh, hurtin' my heart
I don't know what the fuck this bitch thought
Oh, Lord, got me callin' my god
She ain't mine, probably fuckin' my boy
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4u9c2qnITkb1ssoSSIYv2u | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dirty Thug | I take these drugs with no party
I told that girl that I'm sorry
I seen what was said and it scarred me
Guess what got me actin' this way? (D-Roc)
Why the fuck I can't get mad? They left, I ain't enough
I been tryna find happiness in myself, I lost my trust
Seen it wasn't no angel in that girl, I lost my lust
I don't give no fuck about that field, I lost my girl
This bitch ain't mine, ain't gon' lie, the devil's in my world
And you know that I'm toxic, mad, I'll kill somebody
Bitch, you know I ain't with that cappin', play, I drill somebody (huh)
I'll go all out 'bout your love, I beef with anybody
No, I ain't bow down to that girl 'cause I is somebody
And I'm worth the love, I can't make you cherish me
And I'm worth your love and you knew
What you was gettin' into, now, why you embarrass me?
All these hoes just want your shoes, they don't like you married me
I get mad and flash in the crib, she might record me
I pop a pill, then start customizin' my 'Rari
I let this ho come sneak in, I'm sorry
I, if you leave, gon' be with my Nari, yeah
The fuck I can't get mad? They left, I ain't enough
For these people, why I do shit? Don't do shit for myself
I'm here with you, but feel like my heart left
I been tryin' and I need help
Fuck makeup, I fly you 'round the world like daddy (like daddy)
Pay you racks, I charge you up, you just like daddy (just like daddy)
I'm with her, don't need no dada, fuck that daddy (fuck that daddy)
Got my white bitch, she better not tell nobody I date her
Huh, huh, head was nice, but she better not tell nobody I paid her
Huh, rich as fuck, I'm a real big shark, I'm bitin' on all the ladies
Wrong as fuck, gotta make this shit up, I'm buyin' her all the latest
Push the button on somethin', I don't give one fuck, better tell them, don't play with me
In the Spider when she pulled in, ridin' in that big body
She was in the studio watchin' movies, nigga, I was in that mode
I say, "Soon as I walked in, you know that I dig inside it"
Huh, I'm fuckin' up, but she not givin' up
Give a fuck 'bout no slut, I'm in love with that girl
Try lovin' me, know that it's hard as fuck
She not givin' a fuck, so I'm owin' that girl
Someone better than me, know you destined to see
And I'm destined to meet someone I don't need
I ain't gettin' no better, I'm beggin' you, please
On the dance floor with the devil
Can you come take over for him please?
I say, can you come step in and dance with me?
Off-White, money comin' left and right
You the last thing make me complete
I take these drugs with no party
I told that girl I was sorry
I'm on my shit, oh, now pardon me (pardon me)
I saw some shit, sad, and it scarred me
Huh, no time to be misled, don't fuck around with my peace
Bitch brain good, was in my bed, ho might as well just leave
Fuck boy, with that hatin', he don't know I barely much sleep
If I pay the fee, they gon' spray him, get his brain bust in the street
Fuck makeup, I fly you 'round the world like daddy
Huh, pay them racks, I charge you up, you just like daddy (just like daddy)
I'm with you, don't need no dada, fuck that daddy (fuck that daddy)
Bitch, I'm through, sincere, the dada, ho, I hate you
(Bitch, I'm through, sincere, the dada, ho, I hate you)
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7dDLH4NddnkT7PqAD7kUnX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Just Flow | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
♪
(My nigga Brando been sick with it)
(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?)
Uh, yeah, top nigga, let's get that money, nigga
It ain't no time to waste
It ain't time to play with these pussy ass niggas
Did they send my money? That's a big advance, yeah, yeah
Got shawty countin' up these hundreds, nigga, in a minute, need more rubber bands
Had to tell my bro'nem, "Don't fuck up that plan"
My neck so flushed, how I'm turned up, gon' leave with so many hoes tonight
Need an extra Sprinter van
Jump out the whip and stop that man, bitch, I don't play no games
Boy step, they bang, each one bust brains
If you up in war, need to do the same
Bought my first car, bought my first chain (ha)
I'm legendary, plus a vet inside the murder game
And I'm runnin', got the law wan' come in
Freeze me, to teach me, try breach me, probably saw me on the TV
Now wan' make me a repeat
I flood my bitch in CC, don't worry 'bout it
She paid and got her body poppin'
I'm paid and got my whips exotic
Have a shootout how I'm rockin', tell 'em, "Stop it"
Bitch-ass boy know that I'm with that, with a rocket sittin' back
Push your shit back, what's that you talkin' 'bout?
Bitch, you ain't like that, that's one strike, yeah
Second one, that'll be your deathbed, Top known to split heads
Cut down, six twelves and two fours, can't play the short bed
Know my slimes around and they all about that
They'll hang up out that
Quick to take the Glock and whoop this nigga head, the fuck you said?
Had it on my mind, we been slingin' iron
We been ten or slime since they been dead
Mama say, "Fuck 'em," I'ma cutthroat 'em
Leave him stretched right on side where he stay at
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Bitch nigga, don't play with me
Never break and enterin', spray with me
Never laid with me, better watch what the fuck you say to me
Nigga know I kept them Ks with me
And ChoppaBoy, that's E
I was 16, havin' him stop, jump out and clear the whole street
Might start a beef
I'm gone off lean, but grind by any means
Count paper up, fuck haters
I'm on papers, still gettin' dirty, I'm tryna shake 'em
Bought this Glock off the Melpomene, home of the Saints, dress like a Laker
He dressin' black while servin' gray, call him a Raider
Who plannin' on steppin' on me? I send plenty rounds through your town
Lil' shorty just wanna come over, she plan on me takin' her down
They wanna know how a nigga live the mack life
Spend hundred thousand dollars all on clothes to keep my swag right
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
I live a mack life, she know I wan' get up in it
Get on top me in the Bentley (oh-oh-oh-oh), baby girl, these windows tinted
Tell them niggas I ain't friendly, they know I'm a fuckin' menace, oh
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3VzrP2l4e8aZ251TRzWxSO | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Free Meechy | (Any Last Words)
What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?
Nigga, yeah
Baow, baow, baow (D-Roc)
Look
Tell 'em, "Check me out now," know I got that shit in me
Know I got my Glock out, say that they gon' get at me
Murder, know that that be my town, try to sling that stick at me
Try to send a bitch to me, I'ma send her right back up in pieces
I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces
Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces
Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin'
Murder until we get even
That's on God, got my bitch behind me
Plenty sticks inside this car, I pray the law don't get behind me
Gon' send me straight to Rikers Island
Said, lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it
You ain't kill shit, you ain't whack nothin', know we got plenty bodies
Come from the slums, ridin' in a bucket, now we four-door slidin'
With dirty sticks off in this bitch
I want a nigga for to trip
I up and shoot from off the hip, bang
Gang, know that's what I bang
Green flags, got everything
Uh, shorty bad, she insane
She just wan' give me brain
Uh, but can't be my main
You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip
She let me thug with the chick who stayed down with me
Play, I swing around this bitch like I'm playin' baseball
Can't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs
Uh, make me foot y'all, what that mean? Step on him
Uh, dirty motherfucker, smash him, then we rep' off him
Ooh (it's Lil Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him (it's Lil Top)
Ooh
Hold on (who they can't stop), kill that bitch and tell his mama
"Haha, bet you miss him" (who they can't stop)
Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' with my chopper, mhm
I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the devil got me, hmm
I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex ho
That's a dog ho, tryna put me back on child support
I got money now and I'm on that 30 million flow
Hundred thousand dollars sittin' right there on top the bedboard
My lil' bitch a model, I'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her body
Bitch, I'm out my body
Pop that X and flood my veins with molly (whoa, whoa)
Watch me swerve the Rolls
Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay
Chopper with a knife, get slayed
Massacre, masquerade
Rockstar motherfucker, make the crowd go up in a rage
I'm on too many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my face
WYGD, when you play, you gon' die
Hold on, I got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride
'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car
Hold on, caught him on the porch and I hit him with that fire (bah, bah)
And he died, uh
Ooh (it's Lil Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him (it's Lil Top)
Ooh
Hold on (who they can't stop), kill that bitch and tell his mama
"Haha, bet you miss him" (who they can't stop)
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0XRV3did0EWUZTaRAHALZs | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Father | (Made by Fatboi, man, stop playing)
(Ayo, Bleu)
God, I ask you to protect my soul
I'm caught in the life I chose
(Go, Fatboi)
Mmm, mmm
I say, Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hoping that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slinging iron, God, niggas tryna off me
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
Choppers all in the coupe, tryna get at them, man, fuck that nigga
Baby Joe step 'bout Boo, and I been steady tending to them other niggas
50 shots in this car, my brother with me, we both bust at niggas
Rap nigga steady dissing on them songs, but ain't fucking with me
Pull up in that Cutlass with that tool (go), I got my top down
Hop up out this bitch and go to busting, that's that Glock sound (boom)
BRPD still wan' lay me down, ain't no peace in this haunted town
Said that I'm a hoe, he a fucking clown, tryna turn a smile to a frown
Poured up sipping mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah
Thinking that he want beats and he go to sleep, fuck who he was, yeah
Blood on top my shoes 'til I go six feet, we don't got to clubs, yeah
Only thing we do is wait outside, when he come outside, he fucked, yeah
To my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside
Mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side
"Bah, bah," shots fired and Big Dump ain't make it out
I can put this on Bub, it ain't gon' stop until they all knocked off
I say, Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hoping that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slinging iron, God, niggas tryna off me
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
I say, Father, can you save me?
I don't wanna upset you 'bout these niggas tryna play me
It's hard, so I'm watching all these niggas try to snake me
But I'ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat
Bought from out the streets, so you know this bitch dirty
And he do shit dirty, I'm talking 'bout that .30
See me out, up your burner, bitch, I ain't worried
Whoever lose, they just deserve it, I just wan' see you murdered
Minding my business, they just wan' kill me, tryna figure out where Lil Top at
I ain't playing shit cool, known to break all the rules and I'm posted up where it's hot at
Six-four, not two, Top say, "Now, do it"
They gon' spin around where your block at (yeah)
Pussy nigga, spin back, come and get you a hat
But you know you ain't on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe gone, banger bang, stand on that
Nigga better not come 'cross that track, stick go, "Pap-pap," leave you flat
Roll that bitch up in a pack, my God, forgive me for that
I say, Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hoping that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slinging iron, God, niggas tryna off me
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
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5leAk8qQS6HGWwEvpyWSqd | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fuck The Industry Pt. 2 | (Berge always flexin')
♪
Hah, ignorance
Top say, "Fuck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I take these millions to get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me
Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me
Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin' to me
Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me
So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy
J a ho, that nigga played it cold like he was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
Bitch, you ain't heard? Back from Baton Rouge to that 'Nolia, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes
And bitch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't fuck around
I just tried to pull that act off with them boys out that Atlanta town, hold on
Tats all on my sleeve, at night, can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets
Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just 16
You don't compare to me and never ever up in life, we couldn't compete
You wanna jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first, and then you get your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee
Hold on, so long, they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone
So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin' at you bitch niggas
You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga
Tryna bring me pain, I ain't do no ho shit in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga, what the fuck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't got more money than me, bitch, I've been stackin'
I done did more time than more time you niggas spent inside the trenches
Ever had a nigga beat your mama and now that you're older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillowcase? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across they face, fuck wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, nigga
Nigga, you a trick and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else just for to say, I hate you niggas
Nigga, bring your bold ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga
Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy, bitch, I ain't worried, nigga
I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got Fee, that's to get money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments
So Mr. Rap Boy, shit like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas, word 'round, they claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you young niggas and, bitch, I'm bound to kill an infant
Hold on, so long, they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on, get your roll on, gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour, it could be me or either of them that's gone
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6Ax525LEIagvpQsUg9R2BN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | What You Gonna Do | (17)
(D-Roc)
Young man, young man
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh
Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work
He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop
He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car
Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, "Bitch, let's go to war"
I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come"
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
This shit should be over
They comin' to take your motherfuckin' soul
And you sittin' around dancin' and playin' with these hoes
Like we ain't got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off
Take it easy, boy, I'm with big C, know that's Choppa Boy
Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run, dumb bitch
Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse
Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt
Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt
Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work
He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops
Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop
He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box
Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock
Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, bitch, let's go to war
I say, better make sure you ready, here they come
Young man, young man, ooh (young man)
What you gon' do when they come for you?
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2xhLNeoQx87DLOzAvDb2Vk | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Perspective | Uh
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose
Don't wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload (I feel it)
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own (brrt, brrt)
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong
Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
Put on AP, and I wear by the two
Gossipin' bitch, she can't hold in the truth
I hit 'em both from the back, by the two (by the two)
I flew the bitch on a jet, wit' her crew
I let 'em vacation, while cases I'm facin' (yeah)
I live like a barbarian, my life is amazin'
Made and broke bread wit' my nigga, I cut off the traces
Pay the dough, fight the system
No odds in the case, and I go (yeah, yeah)
Identify me wit' murder detectives
These silly lil' niggas, my bank account bigger
Wit' the slime I was steppin', I shoot out the Chevy (bah)
I be fresh as the fuck, wit' my cup full of medi'
Tell 'em, "put up twenty million," I'm on it, I'm wit' it
Just say, and I'll be on the way (yeah)
Bitch think I'ma fall for her 'cause of her waist
Play the wrong way, throw the drink at her face (ho, woah)
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose (gon' choose)
Don't wear designer, I still make the news (make the news)
Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload (overload)
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own (on my own)
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong (bah)
Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
She don't want me, and I changed her perspective
I think my neighbor linked up wit' detectives
You know these niggas ain't shit, so be careful
Know that your friend let me fuck if I test her
Get in it, hit it, then blow out the fender
Your ho, she got that good brain like professor
Got her on drink, now she barely can think
For to shake back, she think she can take Alka-Seltzer
Don't stop it, I keep it goin' for the better
Skeleton AP, I think that I'm Rich the Kid (skeleton AP)
Fuck on nene and I think 'bout relapsin'
Your highness, you know I'm controllin' the castle
Count it up backwards, you know that I'm a factor
Fucked her so hard, 'til she start havin' 'tractions
Straight out her top, start poppin' them capsules
Bought you the watch
'Cause this bitch here a master (rich as it get, man)
Blow me a check, get up, get me another one
Walk in the room and these bitches gon' choose (gon' choose)
Don't wear designer, I still make the news
Carry that bag, wit' that cash, overload
Fully, tote fullies, I blow on my own
She can't hold it in, the smoke too strong
Fucked up 'bout that, lettin' bro blow out her mind
Big coupe (let's go), ridin' and you know them choppers in it too
Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that, "rah, rah"
Voice deep when I speak, coated throat off the lean
Clear the scene, let it sing, skully he gon' pop out (frrt)
In it, let it hit it 'til you fall out (dum)
Goyard phone case for my son (y'all niggas are nothin')
Pretty lil' bitch and she look like milan
I give her flight, send her back where she from
Top, big coupe, ridin' and you know them choppers in it too
Tell them niggas that they better chill wit' that, "rah, rah"
Better chill wit' that, "rah, rah"
You know these niggas dyin'
Pretty lil' bitch and she look like Milan
I give her flight, send her back where she from (yeah, huh)
They know that I'm takin' it to another level
Can't quit it, keep goin', just for the better
Ain't quittin', I'm goin, just for the better (woah)
Three hundred thousand dollar skeleton, plain
Pretty lil' bitch and she look like Milan
I give her flight, send her back where she from (tell her to wipe it)
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2G1Yd0woSbvmaHaGxy8nWW | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Chopstick (feat. Ten) | (Simo Fre just killed this)
♪
(D-Roc)
Huh
Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And you already know that he make it hit
And you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue-lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotter, my girl, come here, tell 'em, "See"
We run wit' bombaclats for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed
We bendin', when we late, most my cars they got exhausts
Ride 'round in them stolen cars, catch one, knock 'em off
Marley, mommy, I'm not tryna be violent
It's not safe on my island, you ain't wit' that, you dyin'
See lil' bro'nem be wildin', they send shots through his body
No, she not scared and she like me, I wan' fuck wit' her body
Alright, I'm a Blood, idol
Know we leave shit dead, that my blood body
Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And you already know that he make it hit
And you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue-lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotter, my girl, come here, tell 'em, "See"
We run wit' bombaclats for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed
I go by "Ten," I be takin' the hits
Bro out of town, still sendin' the blitz
He want 'em dead? he gone by six
I go by "Lil' Ben," I'm real as it gets
I go by "Lil' Ben," I'm real as it get
Straight up out of that North, I be steppin' on shit
We up in the car, while you writin' a diss
He signed for two hundred, spent that on my bitch
Another two-fifty, that just for the clique
We takin his soul, made his brother carry him
We wiped his nose, he clean, but slimer than a bitch
The city know, he shoot it up and leave 'em dead behind his bro
Bitch-ass nigga
Scary-ass nigga, wanna be a gravedigger
My brother Lil Top, our nuts way bigger
Straight out the gutter, just me and my niggas
We go to a party, we packin' a pistol
Had it cocked back ever since I was little
Spittin' at the back, ain't blowin' no whistle
Put you on the list, they comin' to get you
Oh, they steppin' with Ten, them niggas official (yeah)
Bro ridin' 'round wit' a stolen stick
And you already know that he make it hit
And you know how it go, I send a hit
Police just blue-lighted me, I ain't stoppin' for 'em
Bought my bitches lots of things, yes, I buy it for 'em
I say, "Baby, these damn drugs make me move slowly"
And I came up from out of that mud, talkin' so deep
I'ma shotter, my girl, come here, tell 'em, "See"
We run wit' bombaclats for real, I'm gon' make 'em bleed
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1NSAKAzZ6COMuXtJpv1NOU | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Slimes Go Where I Go | I'm down and out, bitch (Skeeo, you crazy)
I'm down and out, nigga
Well, nah, I ain't down and out
These niggas wan' see me down and out
Bitch-ass nigga, he gotta, he gotta do better (yeah)
Tell them niggas get at me, slime (D-Roc)
Could get a hundred years from all these fuckin' murders (uh)
I need a hundred mill' before my life start turnin'
'Fore it's over, chopper hang around my shoulders like a nigga from Magnolia
From Baton Rouge, but in the East with plenty heat, I'm tryna fold 'em
Yeah, any nigga, bitch, I'm a Demon, not a gremlin, tryna send shit through the ceilin'
Catch me in that foreign, I'm peelin' (skrrt, gone)
I am not wrong, do anything to make it home
Run to a boy, I'm probably gone
High on Demon time
Phat Black up in jail, he bangin' green while on the line
Thuggin' Blood, that's who is I
Gettin' dirty in this bitch, but fly than a motherfucker
Straight from out that North, ain't have no choice but hustle, watch my mama struggle
You can try to take her child and slime gon' put you under
With my baby, nigga, talkin' to myself, might think I'm crazy
They can down me, it don't phase me 'cause this life I live amazin'
It come with jail time and plenty niggas dyin', but gave me millions, nigga
"38" my sign, the hood where I reside, ain't gotta feel me, nigga
'Cause I don't fuck with y'all, know I'll bust at y'all
I'm sittin' here waitin' just for DDawg to call, with Nick smokin' loud
Don't go to clubs, but I can bring the crowd
I bring them hitters out, my youngin buck him wit' his ski mask off
He gon' make that chopper sound, don't make him hit at you
Xanax, probably be on two
Gravediggers inside this coupe, you can eat me, tell this bitch don't chew
Tell your friend fuck with my crew
Rep' off shit, that's what I do, don't tell me shit, I don't know you
One talk with my mama, nigga, she told me for to pop 'em too
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
I'm a dead man, that what they say, I know it
I'm overdue, don't pick and choose, I talk my shit, to show it
That be my Five, he caught one body, tryna make him go for it
Ain't met your noggin with that chopper, why I'm movin' forward?
That murder shit, I'm for it
Know I might die, but I don't trip
That money on galore
Tell my oldest son, "Drive the ship"
And tell my bro, "The pussy bitch that whack me, you go finish him"
I'm gon' be bobbin' in my casket with some diamonds head to limb, yeah
I gave that bitch that bag, now she broke, she sad, yeah
Bitch, let me see my daughter 'fore your boyfriend smashed, yeah
Told my grandpa, "I ain't do that shit, man, all them people lyin' on me
If I did, I still wouldn't tell ya, but, I swear, right now, I'm bein' G"
They know I don't even speak, them niggas crossed the line with me
And now they gotta step on us, if not, they all gon' feel the heat
I eat, I say amazin' grace, I pray to Lord my soul to keep
On side my bed, I pray with beads, free BaBa, that's apart of me (hold on)
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
Hold on, slimes go where I go and they do what I say
Shootin' at the right niggas, still'll swing the wrong way
Just make sure that you ain't out there 'cause you might be who die today
Tryna step on all these niggas and gon' take it to my grave
(D-Roc)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
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27BNM6DUOhLfKKv1yecgLd | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Slider | (Any last words?)
Lil Top
(D-Roc)
Look
Nigga, this a slider, and this bitch I got, she's a model (she's a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say, "Dada"
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em (who that is baby boy? Boy, who that is?)
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em
Watch me work the bitch, chef AI, I serve shit (yeah, yeah)
I be murkin' shit, and I know you heard this (yeah, yeah)
Lurkin' with the clique, .30 spit and swerve shit
They wan' knock me off, I keep a Glock, so I'm not worried
Two dollars for a bottle, this bitch I'm with, she thugged out, but she a model
I know these hoes gon' chase me out, don't go to malls, girl
They run they mouth, they talkin' loud, that chopper louder (brrt, brrt)
Soon as it's up, them shots let off
Nigga, this a slider (yeah, yeah), and this bitch I got, she's a model (okay)
When you see Top, say, "Dada" (say, "Dada," nigga)
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em
Dead bitch, haha
Pussy bitch, die, die (okay)
Mm, bitch
Bitch, die, bitch, die (yeah)
Know I'ma slide, make 'em cry, bullets flyin' around they side
Boom, bitch, boom, Herm drive, nigga, don't crash the ride
My lil' bitch a model, I be tryna dig all in her sides, uh
This a bottle, nigga, drink it, start to wildin', nigga
Boom, that's that chopper, nigga, thought you had a problem, nigga
Bitch, don't say Kentrell, see me, say, "The Dada," nigga
Swervin' in this motherfucker
I'm gon' get ten years if they catch me with this dirty cutter, gon' keep that stick still
YB a dirty motherfucker (fuck, yeah), he got 'bout nine kids (know it)
They know with that shit, I is, bitch, yeah, bitch, yeah
Pop a pill, uh, roll until he dead, oh, yeah (baow, baow, bitch)
Leave 'em dead, talk that shit, he lay in his bed (ayy), goddamn
Seen lil' shawty and she bad than what they said, mhm (Bad then what they said)
"That's who killed 'em?" When they see us, they say, "Yeah, that's them"
We got dirty sticks and pounds, they steady jumpin' out the gym (boom)
See the bitch, zip his ass, then get happy, I'm him (brrt, baow)
Who them boys don't like? They know that I'm quick to shoot at them (baow)
See me out on site, covered down in diamonds with BM
Nigga, this a slider (yeah, yeah), and this bitch I got, she's a model (she's a model, nigga)
When you see Top, say, "Dada" (yeah, yeah)
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em (got 'em, nigga)
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em
This a slider (yeah, yeah), and this bitch I got, she's a model (okay)
When you see Top, say, "Dada" (Don Dada, nigga)
Hol' on, draw the Glock, pop shit, I got 'em (I got 'em)
Hol' on, I got 'em, got 'em
(Uh, uh, uh, uh)
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2Hqbw5S0iPCAwhTlS9vP11 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Shot Qupid | (Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
(Ayy, Juni, what it do?)
(Say 10)
Falling, I see me
Convulsing, all you bring
You do this, make me feel like that I ain't got nobody
I can't do this, so last night
I shot Cupid (oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love (oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong girls (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (oh, nah)
Every time I even try, don't die
I'm sorry, I'ma need you eventually, but my heart bleedin'
I'm connected to my lean, more than people that you bring
Only reason that I shot you, you don't help me by no means
I ain't never had a bitch make me thug better
I ain't never had one made my love bigger
Had her round 'cause I seen that her love different
So, I thought that I probably could thug wit' her
Said her last old man was a drug dealer
I say, "What you mean?"
She say, "Thug nigga, know I'm pickin' wit' it"
But she know a nigga get a bigger interest
Know my money so long, she get lost up in it
She a solid chick, I was fuckin' wit' her
Whole damn time I ain't have no feelings
But, I ain't mention, every time it'll be a bad endin'
I probably lost her to a whole 'nother nigga
I probably found love in a whole 'nother bitch
Both fall away, 'cause problems wasn't fixed
Cupid was fuckin' my life up, slime
And, I admit that I had a problem wit' it
I remember back then, you was my friend
When I was in love with Hailey and Nia
Around that time, it ain't work, since Nia
I done had nine babies and only one here
And as a black man, I say I'm wise
Where you build a home at, you stay right there
But Cupid, I say I was only a child
And I ain't really know what it mean to care
Your love, don't want go back there
The street niggas, you do not play fair
And no, I don't want to play truth or dare
You be causin' me to leave, when my love stuck right there
You only got me feelin' useless, got me just sittin' and clueless
I made a mistake last night, and shot Cupid
I shot Cupid (oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong love (oh, oh, oh, oh)
He was bringin' me the wrong girls (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I know that it ain't something wrong wit' me (oh, nah)
Every time I even try, don't die
I'm sorry, I'ma need you eventually, but my heart bleedin'
I'm connected to my lean, more than people that you bring
Only reason that I shot you, you don't help me by no means
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3HGktWPMfFYHuyGOLIfTpn | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Channel 9 | (Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
♪
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling, toting tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Bust and they missed it
People want funny things, then I up and I hit it
Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin'
Murder man, but won't never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain't pulling out that bentley for bitches
In a civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I'm sippin
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war
I got too many blicky's
Murder time through that nawf
I be ridin' with them hittas
I probably be strapped with a semi
Nigga know with that fire I'll be blockin' all day
And I'm plannin' on murderin' the biggest
Shorty inside of the deli, we slangin' that yeah
And they know they can't play with a nigga
Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling
Totin' tryna put shit on channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Look, tell 'em free Vaughn
Dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the drac
With a illegal handle on the .223
I don't even know why
I can't even have grip on the front of that fire
I'm a convicted felon, I can't win for losing
While standin' in trial
I don't even trust her
I know I can't trust her
But she want a child
She know I'm a thug her
She know I can't love her
It ain't worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, be moving around
I be kickin' the shit, I'm big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting
Them gunnas ain't turnin' it down
Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah
Tryna get my bread long
Smoking, rolling
Toting tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
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1tCn70T0SP9hulCGQSkM0P | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Want His Soul | (BJ on one)
♪
Huh, they been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me (G06 goin' crazy)
They been talkin' bad, yeah
They been talkin' bad, 'bout-'bout me (huh)
They know I'ma flash, don't play wit' me (huh)
Huh, who that is knockin' on it?
Who that is? (D-Roc)
Ha, look
30 stick, pocket can't fit, '36 servin' that shit
Plannin' on murderin' a bitch
Don't fuck with that, don't fuck with that
Rerock tucked inside his sock, he smokin', ain't sellin' that shit
Pop 'em, and we make 'em smell that bitch, the law gon' smell that bitch
Aroma strong, hit, take off his dome, I'm on that skully shit
That's my cousin, I hope you don't fuck with this, I'm gon' kill all your kids, lost soul
I say, "Grandma, tell my God that I'm coming home"
They want me gone, but I ain't scared
You lose your head 'bout what you said
I bang that green, my symbol red
Now, free my slimes from out the feds
Now, pussy nigga, what you said?
You know I be on that, you talk that shit, can't take it back
You ain't shit to me, just another hat
Call his mama, I'll help that bitch bury his ass
These niggas hate Big 5, huh?
Because they brother or cousin died
Because they bitch want to fuck the slime
They know the realest one is, I
Lil Phat gone, inside the sky
Hold it down and I don't know 'em
I pick my phone up, call up Shyne, "I need Young Thug back on my charm"
I pick my phone up, call them slimes
These pussy niggas, I can't ignore 'em
I know this one, he got some sense
And, just one want meet my arm that I bare with
Wipe his nose, show that pussy nigga that I slatt shit
Brrt, baow, baow, no comin' back, bitch
Should've been my friend, but you want to be a demon, huh?
I ain't that type of nigga that'll fill your bitch up with my semen, nah
I'ma spit in that bitch face and make her tell you that, that nigga foul
It's fuck you out that gate, and if you play, bitch, I'ma lay you down
Lay law down in that murder town, chopper bullets sprayin' 'round
Tell that pussy, pick you up, by night, he still be layin' down
I'm with that, I don't fuck around
Can't wait 'til I catch that clown
Pussy tryna steal my whole swag, I get 'em dragged
Run down on his ass, he get no pass, he gon' get smashed
Ha, young nigga not more bloody than me
Hand full, I count on my feet
Pussy ass nigga ain't more skully than me
Came in this game, and I'm known to beef
Real slimeball, they known to creep
Catch 'em down bad, knock 'em off his feet
Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothin' but evil"
I see niggas wanna be us
But they never prayed to you once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us
Nigga, soon as you see us, we hold that heat up
Better not have your mamacita with you, she get left put up
Flash it, grrt, flash it, blrrt, you get the picture
Fuck wit' them real gravediggers, the one's that do real rituals (oh, yeah)
If I say that I want you dead, might as well go call the feds
Ain't none, ain't stoppin' 'til we get to you, I'm gon' bust your head
I'm like, "One, two, three, four, five, six, nigga fuck that count, it's 12"
You gon' be 13, I'm gon' send your stupid, scary ass to hell
Fuck who you is, them looks prevail, did too much time inside them cells
Fuck who you kill, look, I'm too real
Got to show me, better than you spell or rhyme, nigga
Pussy, we slang iron, nigga
Once you cross that line, nigga, your whole family dyin', nigga (I want his soul)
They been talkin' bad, bad 'bout-'bout me
They gon' see me flash, now, why you play wit' me
Now, hold on, I hope that don't be my P.O knockin' at my door
'Cause, she don't even know the kid been tryna heal up his soul
Grim Reaper, I say, "I see nothing but evil"
I see niggas wanna be us
But they never prayed to you, once
No, I want his soul
I just want to bust his dome
Put that nigga feet inside the air, he want to see us (nigga, yeah)
Show that nigga that this shit ain't pretty, tryna be us
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7iSrzsEMr2uRKOdk1yMDQT | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | B**** Let's Do It | (Chasely, where'd you find that?)
Huh
Yeah
Lil Top
Yeah, huh, yeah, ooh
(D-Roc)
It's early noon, and I'm -', tryna f- me somethin'
Get one to pull up on me, and I'm gon' do me somethin'
Since I was 16, had money, I say, "I grew up stuntin'"
They hatin', they laugh, it ain't nothin'
'Cause I'm gon' burn me somethin'
Now, you could think I'm stuntin', I put that on my mama
I say, I stay up in somethin', that's why we stay with them -
I know them slimes totin' somethin', and they be all with that drama
They pull up, jump, I start bustin' and make a -quit that talkin'
I hop out first with that -, I bust first at them cowards
I had some beef with some -, I straight - over they partners
I made - seize through the city and I sent - with them dollars
And I was the first to drop hits, -, I went crazy with bodies
And I was - up with Ten, wear the same clothes, that's my partner
He broke the code and I zipped him, this - used to be on side me
I was mad at my boy, but, -, I'm grown, you can't stop me
He got me hooked on that boy, we both was goin' through some problems
Young - cutthroat, you saw it, he either slime or a goblin
You know I'm with it, YoungBoy, I kill that - 'front his mama
Like, 30 days straight, I ain't sleep from two to three
Like, 30 days straight -
Hold on, let me catch again
I say, 30 days straight, I ain't sleep from two to three
I went 30 days straight, I was rollin' off the bean
It been 30 days straight she had an attitude with me
I'ma get that - straight, I'll stab that - 'til it bleed
In a new 38 chain, I got that - on her knees
Buy lil' baby anything and she ain't gotta ask me please
I'ma kill a -, - your boy and what you bleed
I want your face on top the pavement
'Bout that - playin' with me
I had your mama at the precinct every day to tell on me
That rap boy, he ain't safe, haha, -, please
They patch him up, couldn't even stitch him from that hole
Left with that heat
Spoke on us, I gotta see, get his last rollout on a tee
It ain't no - that I need, I need Visine
I be grindin', and she on side me
And she can't love me 'cause I'm too slimey
I'm wherever them diggers be, you know right where to find me
Though, it got me - up, I came up, don't care 'bout nothin'
I'ma get 'em bust up, he - up, don't tell me nothin'
I'ma get your head bust, lil' -, all that - stuntin'
They gon' lay his head on the pillow if we creep up on him
Baby, I'm too yeah on these -, I got plenty money
Bae, I leave - dead, industry just don't like me for nothin'
Gettin' at all they - with this money, tell 'em, "Do me somethin'"
I got that sack, and on your head, I'll put it on it
Ring around the rosie, my diamonds are frozen
My wife, yeah, she love me, my ex - ain't want me
Uh, none of them ain't roll with me
I was locked 'way like they threw the key
Pray at night for my soul to keep
These - wan' roll on me
It's early noon, and I'm druggin', tryna - me somethin'
Get one to pull up on me, and I'm gon' do me somethin'
Since I was 16, had money, I say, "I grew up stuntin'"
They hatin', they laugh, it ain't nothin'
'Cause I'm gon' burn me somethin'
Now, you could think I'm stuntin', I put that on my mama
I say, I stay up in somethin', that's why we stay with them -
I know them slimes totin' somethin', and they be all with that drama
They pull up, jump, I start bustin' and make a - quit that talkin' (talkin')
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5dT8SEE6yaZMGn16u6FI9R | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Big Truck | Neilaworld
♪
Uh, look, look, look, huh, huh
Sick of bitch niggas from the city with that rappin'
They know I make it happen, I ain't rappin' (uh-uh)
I'm on dope, man, bitch, and I'm actin' (yeah)
He'll diss me, bitch, and I smashed him (haha)
Pop your top with that, it's up and stashed, it came so back together
Bitch, I do you dirty, come through, swervin' with that black barretta
Rolling loud, want million dollar cash, what 'bout Coachella?
I want that shit that make you flash, 'cause it smoke better
Racks on a nigga ho', racks, I just do it better
Racks, that lil' nigga broke, I put his ass on top to stretch
I'll rob you on the second time I met you, bitch
Talkin' 'bout beefin', when I meet you, greet you with a blitz
Man, I hate a pussy nigga
Uh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga
Pussy boy, I see you lookin' at me
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these 30 jiggers
Yеah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I'ma get him zippеd, straight out the rip that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got 'em savin' with you
I'm a big truck (what?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "Let me feel somethin'"
I really be doin' them things that them niggas 'personatin'
Them pussy niggas, they ain't 'bout nothin' and they some soldier hatin'
I'll rob you, bitch, I'll shoot you bitch, I'll jack you out your paper
Take all my chains off, jumped in with five, I'm tryna face 'em
I don't trust no bitch, no, I know that that ho' gon' fuck on anybody lit around
Nah, I'm with that street, come from that trench, pullin' kick doors
They won't let me ball, wanna see a nigga fall down
Want me to help 'em out or slit my throat, because they been broke (pussy nigga)
Uh, I once had to shoot a pussy nigga (pussy nigga)
Pussy boy, I see you lookin' at me
I had them young niggas in your yard waitin' in your bushes, nigga
Youngin pop out, wavin' with the rod, and he tryna cook a nigga
I'ma act bad, and I'm gon' flash out these 30 jiggers
Yeah, that's my feelings 'bout my cousin, and we murder niggas
I'ma get him zipped, straight out the rip that's if he swervin' with you
Claim that he rare, know who he is, he got 'em savin' with you
I'm a big truck (what?) Roll out them pills, inside the feel, I can not slip up
We don't give no fucks, nigga, play, we tryna kill somethin'
Tryna get my dick sucked, tell lil' mama, "let me feel somethin'"
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2gWvBbkutosMkcK7LGKUnl | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Mr Gaulden | (BJ on one)
Ayy, what you on, four?
(Huh, mmm-mmm, huh, huh, wow)
Fuck they on? Lil Top (D-Roc)
See you got them youngins pistol sparkin'
And you ballin', Mr. Gaulden, yeah, yeah
These bitches on you, they want you to be they father, yeah, yeah
Know me, let them spin up out my brother Charger, yeah, yeah
Fuck wrong with these niggas? I want all the problems, yeah, yeah (all)
Baby, I can't even leave the crib, but I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been, Mr. Gauldеn
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome (woo)
Made her bend it over, huh, then I bust it open
Uh, I'm a fuckin' soldier, and they think I'm so Magnolia
Uh, I'm so Northside, and they know I slump shit over (woo)
Let them talk 'bout me, just watch my feet, or I'm gon' flip shit over
Bitch, I'm NBA, so 4KT bitch, act like you ain't notice, ha!
Know you see 'em dead, how my youngin' rollercoast 'em
Point that bitch right at your head
.45 better not test that corner
Baow, baow, run down on 'em, baow, baow
Now, do me on a other corner
Had to put them hitters on 'em, ski'd up, we ain't got Corona
I might pull up in a Hummer, like I'm motherfuckin' Stunna
Like I'm XO, take your ho, I flip her, pass her to my youngin'
I got too much fuckin' money, and they know I spend it on somethin'
I ain't talkin' cashin' out
Gravedigger know they drag him out (let's go)
And I'm so manly now, ain't been gettin' into it wit' my mammy now
'Cause I got my own house, own car, big charm
Nigga, check this AP out, pussy boy
Baby, I can't even leave the crib, but I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been, Mr. Gauldеn
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome (woo)
Made her bend it over, huh, then I bust it open
Uh, I'm a fuckin' soldier, and they think I'm so Magnolia
Uh, I'm so Northside, and they know I slump shit over (woo)
Let them talk 'bout me, just watch my feet, or I'm gon' flip shit over
Tell me how you been Mr. Gaulden, I'm rich as hell
Tell me how you been Mr. Gaulden, don't say Kentrell
This bitch tried to ask me 'bout her friend then my phone fell
I been tryna calm down all my friends, the opps gon' tell
I been on that Don P, not gin, watch who you tell
Bitch, I got from off that boy, that's what you should go and tell
Bitch, I grew up sellin' hard, now the label's clientele
Bitch, I grew up real hard, show them I could never fail
Slime's trailin' me wit' rods, why?, 'cause I ain't gotta tell
Bitch, and you gon' tuck your tail
'Cause I know you soft as hell (bah! Bah!)
Tell me, what's that smell? Deadmen, go to hell
Call me Mr. Gaulden, long as you don't say Kentrell
Baby, I can't even leave the crib, but I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been, Mr. Gaulden
Baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip, stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip, I'm so awesome
Huh
You already know what it is man
Ayy, this YoungBoy, man, Mr. Gaulden
Ayy, this Lil Top, whatever you want to call me
Just don't call me Kentrell, don't call me broke, you heard me?
Don't mix me wit' that pussy ass shit 'cause these niggas hoes, believe that nigga
This a XO Lifestyle, bitch, huh
I made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a fuckin' soldier, and they think I'm so Magnolia, baby
But I'm Northside
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4ZU5dQDIEEW720TKvjjEkK | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Take Down | (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
I get out my body, out my body (it's Malik on the track)
♪
Come on, uh, top
Uh-uh-uh, bitch, yeah, top, bitch
Uh-uh-uh, bitch, yeah, top, bitch (what you on, nigga?)
Lil' slime, dawg
YoungBoy, YoungBoy, there go that lil' crazy motherfucker
He a fuckin' menace, and he say that all them bitches love him
In your purse, put that pole baby, Mini Draco cutter
I'm a hustlin', thuggin', menace, me is moutherfucker
She wan' ride on me, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Can I have ten minutes to put some clothes on? That's a no-no
No-no, pussy, that's a no-no
I can't stand through it, I say, "Takedown"
She just wanna say she fuckin' on a player (on a player)
She a diamond, wrap that bitch just like a bale (like a bale)
That's my ho then that's my ho, I'm just too real
I turn her up, and she ain't comin' back for real (back for real)
She gon' make it pop, pop and drop down for me
She might buy a hot Glock and drop it off to me
I'ma make your partner drop for real, I ain't playin'
I turn on that TV, see your face on the news
Done put that TEC in that bitch bag, and, bitch, I got two
I ain't finna fight you, pussy nigga, I'ma shoot you
I just wanna go and buy a Fisker, 30-round drum, show you what it do
Nigga, you dumb, I don't fuck with you
And that ho you with not cool
Nigga, I'm poppin' these bands and poppin' these tags, for real, nigga, huh
Nigga, I'm gettin' these hoes, takin' off they head like kill, nigga, huh
Nigga, I get in that mode, make them young niggas drill, they drill, nigga, huh
Nigga that ain't my body, that ain't my body, I'm too real, nigga
Tryna act like me, the fuck is wrong with this pussy boy?
Buyin' all of the switches, you act wrong, you can get whoopin', boy
Fuck wrong with these niggas? I get shit brackin', ain't nothin' crackin', boy
Jump out the whip blastin', head, I crack it, that's a stolen car
YoungBoy, YoungBoy, there go that lil' crazy motherfucker
He a fuckin' menace, and he say that all them bitches love him
In your purse, put that pole baby, Mini Draco cutter
I'm a hustlin', thuggin', menace, me is moutherfucker
She wan' ride on me, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa
Can I have ten minutes to put some clothes on? That's a no-no
No-no, pussy, that's a no-no
I can't stand through it, I say, "Takedown" (takedown)
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4Z2GXfICLekzJIMF6za491 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | By Myself | (Say Ten)
Ayy, Free DDawg
Free BaBa, hah (turn me up, Silk)
I was too high from off that mojo, couldn't record, but now I'm up now
I don't fuck around with none of them lil' boys, I put 'em up now
Got five for a show, now it's five hundred, bitch, I'm up now
Hit the block, see if the cops left, they gone, now let me bust now (baow, baow, baow, nigga)
I be aimin' at his head 'til his body fall down
You know I be rollin' hard, can't let my body turn down
Pistols all in front the yard, in the North, it's goin' down
PawPaw told me for to stop, he don't like that shit around
But I need it though, know that I'm gon' keep it, so
Okay, I'm a demon soul, I can't let 'em take my soul
Okay, she a sadity bitch, YoungBoy need a ratchet ho
Who gon' trip, gon' bounce that ass and make it touch the floor
I do jail time, go to fightin' on the line
I'm on front street with a drum inside a dirty nine
I got pain inside my eyes from all this fuckin' cryin'
My grandma raised me as a man, but then I came out slime
My mama say, "Bitch, you a thug, you better not change up now"
Birdman say, "It's nothin' but love," I say, "Forever five"
I'm a gravedigger, 4KTrey, blood, you know what that symbolize?
Dead bodies, bullets flyin', Cutlass cars on big tires
Loaded, now I'm on one, play, and I'm gon' show one
Know I got mine, bitch, go get your gun
Or you'll probably be the one slumped
'Cause you know once you try to touch me, all the slimes around me gon' dump
Retardo, bitch, I go dumb
You can hear this cutter way to Southern
I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off, I'm gon' rock out
You know that, nigga
I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm rollin' right now
Full of mojo, talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out
Three Klonopins, ho, I'm on ten XO
I'm on Casamigo, mix it with tobacco
Hold on, that's a dirty ho, and she straight from out the North
And I like the way she talk, and she like the way I flow (yeah)
I'm retarded as the fuck and they already know
The doctor prescribed me Ritalin and I never took it, no
Mama tried put it in my pancakes, said, "I ain't hungry, no"
Always was hyper than a motherfucker, bouncin' head to toe, huh
Break in your shit, come through your window on my tippy-toes
Me and Meechy stealing your TV to sell it for some smoke
Me and Big B in an ATV, he flipped it on the road
Drop my Glock, police pull up, then I took off, bitch, I'm gone
He a felon there, always up in trouble 'bout some dumb shit
He a millionaire, don't tell me 'bout, "Don't spend it," 'cause this my shit
Hold on, get in there, I'm gon' go to jiggin' soon as the drugs hit
You get split in there, better watch who you be motherfuckin' muggin'
I'm in a Cutlass with my cousin and the streets caught up, I'm thuggin'
We stop for gas to fill it up, if we meet up, it turn out ugly
Can't smoke no gas to fill me up, but you know that my cup is muddy
Nighttime, follow 'em by myself, I'm in my whip, this bitch is swerving
I'm in my ride by myself, I got my Glock out
And as soon as some shit pop off, I'm gon' rock out
You know that, nigga
I'm gon' get high by myself, I'm rollin' right now
Full of mojo, talkin' to the devil, he say to knock your lights out
Three Klonopins, ho, I'm on ten XO
I'm on Casamigo, mix it with tobacco
Hold on, that's a dirty ho, yeah, she straight up out the North
And I like the way she talk, and she like the way I flow (yeah)
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2kqsP4JLgKmO8ckbfqRi81 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Out Nothing | (Skolo, it's your turn)
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
Whoa-oh
I'll start a war all 'bout my bitch
I make sure her wrists like mine, mmm
I've just been sittin' time and time and
Like, should I just leave or show my hand? (D-Roc)
I'ma get the bitch on drugs, huh
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, huh
I'ma kick the bitch out the club, huh
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch make racks, huh
I'ma show the bitch get money
I'ma tell you once, I ain't stuntin'
I'ma make the bitch out nothin'
I like the way that she dressin', she know that she turnin' me up when she Prada the boot
She got the drop, got 'em dropped, I was puttin' my faith in that bitch, and she got me to you
She the one bought me the mop and I gave it to youngin, I told 'em just for to go shoot
Fuck every nigga that's in it, just hit it, and hit it like fuck it, and tear up the room
He got that static, baboon (huh)
I got the bitch and she drinkin' on red
I got the bitch on boot
Makin' it boom up inside of the stu'
Youngin my gunner, he know what he do
Shorty my shorty, I tell her, "Come through"
Body five star, leave that bitch in the room
I got another set that's comin' through
She want a Percocet, put her on two (ooh)
Xanax ain't workin', yeah, I want K2
I'll go to war 'bout that bitch, I do
Pull up, jump out with that stick and I shoot
Go to war about my bitch, sneak out 'bout my wifey
I flood her, she like it, keep her out clothes
I'ma get the bitch on drugs, huh
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, huh
I'ma kick the bitch out clubs
I'll go to war with that bitch, what it do?
I'ma get the bitch on mud, huh
I'ma make the bitch get flood, yeah
I'ma make the bitch get racks, huh
I'ma show the bitch get money, huh
I'll go to war about my bitch
I make sure her wrists like mine
I've just been sittin' time and time and
Like, should I just leave or show my hand?
I'ma get the bitch on drugs, huh
I'ma make the bitch drink mud, huh
I'ma kick the bitch out the club, huh
I'ma make the bitch make racks, huh
I'ma show the bitch get money
Know that I'ma tell that ho one time, I'ma make the bitch out nothin'
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2mDlBXU3CsKVe2Fn1MJErn | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bangin My Line | (Say, Ten)
(Slickk, you made this one?)
(Run it, run it, run it)
(Skeeo, you're crazy)
And she banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't coming up off of my grind
Look, boy, you best keep your iron
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
The whole world been looking for slime
They can't wait to see me this time
Going in with the same niggas, dead in, in the north, I bang with 'em
Head cold, I was broke, came up with some money
Know that beef ain't nothin', left stains with 'em
Been knew that I'd be that nigga ever since I was little
Me and DDawg on the bus going to Capitol middle
I'm important so I got two security with me
But you know I'm still toting on that strap in the middle
Don't shoot for a nigga, best believe I'ma send 'em
Every night on my knees, best believe I'm a sinner
Blowing up my phone stuntin' like she feel me
But, I know she got a nigga
No, these hoes just want me buy her dope
Oh no, no, I just poured a four, she gon' watch me drink it slow
Sweet, lean, lean, lean, I'm 'bout secret things
Help what's inside of me, shawty keep riding me
Sweet, lean, lean, lean I keep you on side of me
They tryna pull on side of me, just to put that fire on me
Oh, oh, your love
It give me a rush, now this the love for a thug
Now look, I don't wanna rush, 'cause I don't know how to love
She wanna drink my cough syrup, she wanna drink my potion
They ain't got no motion, they just want me to notice them
Blow on them, blow up them
Attention that they seeking
Can't throw no brick and hide, I know it's him
The fuck this nigga think, his ho she
She banging my line, picking my mind
Ho don't you try, not this time
Ain't coming up off of my grind
Look, boy, you best keep your iron
Keep your head up, you'll be fine
The whole world been looking for slime
They can't wait to see me this time
Aight, for sure, just hit me back
Heh, nah, hit me back when you get from with your pussy-ass boyfriend
I'm just fucking with you, slime
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3StbBB1RJYQ5ftMiwSRgrz | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rear View (feat. Mariah The Scientist) | (Drell's on the track)
Ah-ah
Ah-ah
Why you treat me like I don't mean nothin' all to you?
Just like I'm a nobody, before you, put nobody
Why you trippin', and I ain't do nothin' at all to you?
Every time you gotta leave, you just get so toxic
She quittin' me, she leavin'
Said she know I could change, but know I won't for her
She got my name tatted, then three weeks later
I gave her money
She left the house, then text a paragraph 'bout how she done
We ain't never have no one-on-one, but maybe that's the problem though
Or, maybe it's that nigga gettin' to you, girl, I understand
How you downgrade me? I'm your man
If I ain't got it, another man, no way
You say I don't love her like I say
I could never trust her, that's a shame
Part of livin' life like a man, so
Grindin', I been vibin', steady poppin' my X though
Watchin', I been clutchin' my TEC though
Lookin' through the rearview, tryna make sure I don't die
Fussin' and fightin', but you don't wanna leave
I take a look in your eyes, I don't know what I see
You can't deny there's some things you need, and
My love is just one of those things
But I should have let you go
Can't seem to lose control
Chased it for way too long
Now you're lookin' for me in the crowd at your show
When you walked down, knew you was a goner
And when the song goes off, you're a loner
Yeah, and I'm heartbroke, I'm on my own now
Yeah, and, least I ain't out here sellin' souls, fuckin' fans
Havin' one foot out, one in
Said you wanted love, but it don't make sense, baby
Every thug need a girl with a clip, baby
Truth is, you know I know you're missin' me, baby
Part of livin' life like a man, so
Grindin', I been vibin', steady poppin' my X though
Watchin', I been clutchin' my TEC though
Lookin' through the rearview, tryna make sure I don't die
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3Ulpwcmmzk4mrgZst9oS5W | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hustle | Yeah
I was just goddamn, um, I was just sittin' in here
Early in the mornin', it was like ten
And I was talkin' to my wife (Euphoric, this you?)
And I was just sittin' there sayin' to myself (D-Roc)
And I was like
Ooh, I can't go like that, I can't lose
And I done made it where I'm at, from pistol swervin' in coupes
And I done been through so much pain, I can't patch up my bruise
I'm gon' drop me a mixtape and an album
I'm gon' get high as fuck in the Phantom
I'm gon' mix it up wit' my brothers
Tell your mama, say that I love her, I'm gettin' rich on these motherfuckers
And I'm gon' ball for who I love, and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin'
Tell 'em people that I make millions
You ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust
Go tell 'em I came up, had nothin', just had faith in my plan
Go tell 'em I come with no notice, they know that I'm chosen
Don't know it bitch, I'm the man
Grandma died, I lost my hand, and lost my love and all I need
Go tell 'em I cash out on coupes
I remember ridin' 'round in that Camry
We came, we hop out and ready to shoot
That nigga shot 50, I popped at his top
And I knocked off his lil' brother too
And I fuck with lil' shorty and I trust in lil' shorty
I add me one more to the group
Try to hide from the cameras, they caught me on boot
My suit is Fendi, not wearin' no type cartier on my eye
And Givenchy my shoe
Takin' a bitch up from out of the ride
Just a matter of time before I buy her one new
I'm not closin' my eyes, no snooze, no lie
I'm not closin' my eye on that bitch, I'm no fool
They gon' up with the fire, whenever I'm turnin' my back
I'll let the bitch slide 'round the whole town, inside a big Maybach
Probably get stabbed in my back, why you do it like that?
Take it a minute, I do it like that
Turn up the bass, how you do it like that?
Cartier, ayy, he do it like that
Tell me now how you do it like that
Bitch move wrong, she'll never come back
Cartier ring, I ain't do it like that
Fly out to Spain, I'll do it like that
One million cash, I'ma do it like that
Nigga let it bang and his mom like that
I don't fuck with these niggas
Five, big slime, I'ma get 'em all whacked, all I do is say "slatt"
Ho' tryna slime me slime, and I had to get her back
And you know I had to do it like that
Know I got a bag and they only wanna send me back
Nigga, don't touch my pack, I got K two up inside of a pamper
Ooh, I can't go like that, I can't lose
And I done made it where I'm at, from pistol swervin' in coupes
And I done been through so much pain that I can't patch up my bruise
Drop me a mixtape and a album
I'm gon' get high as fuck in the Phantom
I'm gon' mix it up with my brothers
Tell your mama, say that I love her, I'm gettin' rich on these motherfuckers
And I'm gon' ball for who I love, and tell my grandfather I'm hustlin'
Tell 'em people that I make millions
You ain't even gotta tell 'em that I bust 'em
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43tE57X6v3WOCEn7bXZIuT | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Morning | (D-Roc)
Bitch, I know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Hearts, Prada me, baby, this shit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
30 rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swerving, turned up wit' it, and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swervin', drankin', wit' it 'til she thrown up
High in this bitch, hope the moon it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick 'round and 'round, 'til they run, yeah
If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
I got these bitches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
Bitch, I had to turn that 'round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them Ms, tell that broke bitch you clown
Pussy-ass nigga ain't touching my swag you see, yeah, yeah
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon, bitch, yeah, yeah
Ask your nigga, tryna tell me he ain't say nothin'
We can get active, nigga, fuck you niggas
I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga
I like McLaren 'cause it's faster
Fuck that waiting, she gon' take it, then I turn up, go, go
Wreck, now the bitch got no, me slow
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch having sex in the room
Bitch, you know I do that thing, Louis V, track jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Hearts, Prada me, baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless key, baby wanna fuck me
30 rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat (wow-wow-wow-wow)
Make her take it then I tell her go, go
Came through swerving, turned up wit' it, and I'm fucked up
Had her in here swerving in this bitch, drankin' 'til she throwin' up
High in this bitch, hope the moon, it don't come, yeah
Hoe wave this stick 'round and 'round, 'til they run, yeah (if a bitch get out of line)
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6hFfG7yAmJDAK0PuBUoLzf | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Homicide Pt. 2 | Whoa (Leor, light it up)
Lil Top, nigga
(Smoke)
Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, baow, baow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
Fuck wrong wit' them people? Talk crazy
YoungBoy, I say, "Termination"
Fuck wrong wit' them, ain't wastin' none of my lean, are you crazy?
Have pistols totin' on the scene, that's my baby
Four-five ho's 'round, three, five stick's too
I want to know when these pussy niggas got like this though
Like why, why, why pussy niggas lyin' like they want my soul?
All these niggas ho's, they all ho's
Tell 'em fuck that tension, I'ma make sure that they know
She said she don't smoke no dope
Come wit' me, know what it is
Stay up out my fuckin' house, this is not no place for kids
She tellin' me she love me
Bitch ain't poppin' pussy, she ain't stayin' over
Know I pop the pussy, ain't no layin' on me
Flawless diamonds, come and check the timin'
Baby, know I'm grimy, oh, baby know I'm slimey
Make that ho' go buy lil' bro a stick
Just so I can tell him to shoot shit up inside this bitch
Pussy nigga, I say
Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Kill her child, kill her child, we make fuckin' mamas cry
People tell you lots of things, but choppa bullets never lie
Never know who tellin' names, that's why they go to every side
Homicides, homicides, we know how to make mamas cry
Catch 'em 'for he walk inside, baow, baow, blrrt
Crybaby, crybaby, walk down and we pull onside
Fuck wrong wit' them people? Talk crazy
YoungBoy, I say, "Termination"
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1grntIbrSwiTmHfF5EUrkk | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Cold Killers | Uh, uh, look
I'm the one who did it wit' my clique, and I ain't fuck wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas (Aye, Peewee killed the beat, huh)
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)
I ain't alright, lil' daddy
They tried to play me, tried to snake me
And this my life, lil' daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
This a whole 30 clip, bitch you gon' take it
I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'
Talk to my momma on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down
I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round
Me and Ten, wit' a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell 'em, "Get the fuck up out my way, 'cause it's my turn now"
Babygirl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm wit' that
I'm with DJ while he drunk, and I'm still young, I still drink that
I'ma turn up when I come, and when I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundles, bitch, don't try me
I be on that, I dump that
I'm the one who did it wit' my clique, and I ain't fuck wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings
I got the money counter, lil' baby up the Saint Laurent
We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb, phr-phr
Shoot the huh, fill it wit' the whole drum
Keep both of my pocket's filled wit' money, they can't hold nothin'
Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yeah
I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket, and I got on sweats
And you still can't fuckin' tell if I was walkin' wit' that TEC
But you know I'm totin' fire, tote dirty sticks and dirty nine's
Hit 'em wit' that face shot, bop, that's a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, e-way, that's me slangin' iron
Want to kill me, but they takin' time
Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind
I'm the one who did it wit' my clique, and I ain't fuck wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings
Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboo's
You know that he will shoot at you
Ridin' in a coupe, wit' my dude, that's my of proof
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he a step on you
They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot (look)
Take his legs off, take his hands off (bown, bown)
Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down
Grab that nigga, get gunned down, bitch bang
Still got the top off when the sun down
Bitch, we ain't the same
I'm the one who did it wit' my clique and I ain't fuck wit' niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit' cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go wack four, I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don't show no feelings
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0bZdXeBR0s4NMYFfjc5nzh | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | WTF (feat. Nicki Minaj) | (Ayo, Yetty, turn that shit up)
♪
(Ayy, Dom)
♪
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these bitches?
Who the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
Hoe inside they jeans, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga wacked behind these millions
Tryna get that hoe from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons
The fuck they think they playin' with?
Bitch, I make millions
I been plannin' on stackin' bands 'til my ceilin'
Thinkin' 'bout my lil' brother Kendell, I start ventin'
Need to call lil' brother Jay, he have bang outs with that glizzy
Most these niggas claim 4KTrey ain't even fuckin' with me
Most these niggas gon' die today, if they try, know they can't get me
Who the fuck all these new faces around inside my business?
I don't remember they face at all, they wasn't with me in the trenches
I don't remember them from my grandad house, I'm serious
They weren't with me when I was hangin' out that car, this ain't realistic
Ballerina, we spinned the whole car, somethin' get spilled in it
I don't know who the fuck these niggas is
Who the fuck these bitches?
Who the fuck these people are?
Go tell 'em that we can't kick it
Hoe inside they jeans, I'm too real
I'ma get a nigga whacked behind these millions
Tryna get that hoe from out her jeans and do criss-cross
Run me a million dollars up inside these Raf Simons (ayy, yo)
Cross YoungBoy, then you cross the Queen (Queen)
All them internet games turn boys to memes (memes)
Keep sleepin' on the team, we gon' pause your dreams
They want action, tell my niggas, "Cause a scene"
Fully active, I keep my shooters in the gym, nigga, practice (practice)
You bitches know it could get sticky like a cactus (cactus)
I'm the one that they tread like tractors
And still can't catch a break like fractures (like fractures)
I don't fuck with them, I'm too real
Wanna be me, but just keep wishin' (keep wishin')
All up on the star, hoe, I pinky swear
No matter what, you ain't winnin'
Who the fuck is these bitches?
Who the fuck these niggas is?
Who the fuck these people are?
Tell 'em that we can't kick it
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6AuwLiFrlVSN1rsHdknSDD | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Choppa Docter | (Let's go, Mario)
♪
Huh, burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Top, I'm on his ass, stolen Glocks inside this Jag', yeah
Ford-O-Matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back in, all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull onside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Hold on, dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimey-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head in front of his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wildin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
And I am the problem, and I am the issue
And I am the remedy, turn up with my nigga
I got the ratchetest bitches, come from rags to gas to riches
Went from fightin', then to killin'
Cool like Antifreeze, then blew the ceilin'
Got ahead of me, bitch
No, you didn't, and paper, I've been sippin' sealant
Hurstin', I've been lurkin', catch 'em workin' then I pop out with it
Where at, I'm gon' split his fitted, FIFA, bitch, no we can't kick it
Want it, 'fore I hit it, lick it, Olympics, watch how I dive up in it
Divin' and he better not beat me, bet he not gon' see next season
Occasion, I got season in these heaters, this the hottest feastin'
MAC, and it's small but lethal, and I call this bitch MAC Mini
Record that boy like Jason, think I'm Jason, when I'm masked up, nigga
Fuck it, they be hatin' slime, triple O got all kinds
Double O inside the clip, rollin' out, it's 'bout time
Bitch, you best respect my mind, them niggas from your project dyin'
When them hitters go to slidin', catch him, hop out, walk him down
Burn that bitch and do 'em bad, yeah
Top, I'm on his ass, stolen Glocks inside this Jag'
Ford-O-Matic with that bag
They don't wanna see me bop, bitch
She could eat my cock, bitch
Hold on, clean a nigga block, they know I stay ridin' with that mop
Hold on, Forgiato's, beat her back in, all that I know
Hold on, tell the backup pull onside and shoot the side-door
I ain't kill that boy, go ask his boys, for all that I know
I was countin' up plenty mula, like I hit the lotto
Hold on, dirty-ass baby mama, dirty-ass fuckin' choppa
Hold on, dirty-ass fuckin' nigga, I came up, straight from the bottom
Slimy-ass nigga, whacked that boy in front of his fuckin' mama
With that shit that I is, hit inside his head in front of his toddler
Diddy boppin', he got fuckin' problems
Get on pills and start tweakin', he be fuckin' wildin'
One get killed, he get even, put drums in them choppers
I want his life, you can't save him, 'cause I am the doctor
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1cHweLB7P7dwKyS996NMVw | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Trust Issues | (Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'
Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me
I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it
Bitch, you ain't dumb, you know I'm slumped
Extra guns inside the trunk, ask 'em that I keep me one
Throw one curve and I'm sendin' somethin'
Baby, I'm a real gangster, tell her find another one
I live in the mountain and I came from nothin'
Wan' throw that cat, then give me some
I'm fresh, and she like the way I put it on
Hold up, whip it out, I put it on her
Bitch bark, I'ma get you niggas gone
Then go platinum on another song
Thug nigga and shorty be fuckin' with me
I ain't givin' no fuck 'bout a nigga
She ain't nothin' like me, she be fuckin' with them niggas
Every time she around, it's tension
Popped with no prescription
Every time I pop my shit, these pussy niggas mimic
On they neck, each second, minute
Try some shit, I shoot that glizzy
Bitch, go, now start, let's get it
Done ridin' with these dirty bitches
Might wan' fuck every nigga with me
Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'
Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me
I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it
Want somethin', take somethin'
Shoot that stick, then break somethin'
Stop this bitch, then face somethin'
Not no regular day if I ain't makin' nothin'
With that ass, she stuntin'
She gon' make me pass, I see she money hungry
BD nothin', he see me, better not run up on me
33 got the pint sent, I might cop 'bout three of 'em, from 'em
Boot off X, not Santan, he might turn to Rudolph on 'em
From this Ben, we wave the cross, 38, we have shootouts on it
Bitch, this ain't commercial housin'
Stuck for life, this public homin'
Dirty bitch won't come up off me, lyin' to me, she fuckin' homie
I don't give no fuck 'bout homie
Bitch, I just don't want you 'round me
I'm in that North, I'm strapped with choppers
How the fuck they found me?
She got me tatted, but takin' dick, one solid way to die on me
Bitch, you know that I don't trust you, huh
Grew up on the dark side, I got trust issues
I been turnt up, I been gone off jiggaboos, I been rollin'
Made it out, my boo, she seen I'm rude, she can't control me, yeah
Keep that bag on me
I got bad bitches, I just switched my swag on 'em
I'm tryna bring a fan with me
And I keep one tucked, I brought it in with me, uh, uh
Drinkin' on that lean, ain't got no Henn' in it
♪
(Timmy Da HitMan)
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1y4QsnYvRELX957mGeZpZz | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Run The Hood | (Beat Execz)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(K4ProducedIt)
♪
Look, look
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place
I'm on the phone with Tim, oh, that's hilarious bitch, dig your brother up
Tell 'em fuck that nigga you fucking on, they ain't gon' fuck with us
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he talkin' in them songs and he dumb as fuck
Don't shoot him, bag him up
It could flip a Mack Truck, lil' baby, know we smashing somethin'
Act up, I want you to play crazy
Spend that check and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my baby
Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy
All that talkin' out your top, gon' meet the murder squad
Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
Man, all the pain I felt
Play the cards that I was dealt, chasin' money 'til I'm out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB, but can't capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I'm gon' change the subject, fuck 'em
Tell them niggas that I love 'em
'Cause they know I fuckin' hate 'em, I can't wait to fuckin' bust 'em
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place
Think they all got a death wish, why? Well, 'cause all them niggas dying
And them niggas that's behind, second in the line
Bye, I'm so fucking slime, why you play with my mind?
I can't wait for they get active on the road, I put that on my child
Lie in my Benz and push the car, money got me bozo
Hundred shots, they stuck inside and they in a two-door
I prey on him, oh no
He a villain, 40 million not enough for him, oh no
I want your body stretched with no soul
Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place
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5F8zKvujh3Bos390Czex29 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | No Rubber | Lil Top, nigga (Skeeo, you're crazy)
Lil' bitch
I'm the northside, don dada (I'm just saying, what's wrong with 3x?)
Oh, I got that sack now, she won't come back now
I got that pack now, I ain't comin' back now
Your bitch, she get bust down, buy that bitch a bag, wow
Let her come and kick her out, now she don't wan' leave me now (D-Roc)
She want me to love her, she don't wanna use no rubber
Out the blue, it came another
I just gotta find a way, I can take it slow
I'm on Dom P, it's just me, no baller blockin', whoa
Them Miyagi jeans, fuck 'round, and I drip lil' mama, whoa
I'm gon' stop the scene, Ten gon' jump out with that choppa
Pull up, really I'm bossin', I got the bitch in red bottoms
Be out, you see red around me, free the five out, free the county
But they take your face, you try me
They gon' find his brain on side 'em
Bitch, I'm big old player, then I cuff lil' mama
I was swaggin' high as hell, that's why I fuck with lil' mama
I was fuckin' on her every day and beefin' with her mama
I was steady throwin' ten stacks to black
He was creepin' with that llama
Still was lovin' on her every day, I was skeetin' all up inside her
Bitch had the nerve to call me three weeks later like, "A baby up inside me"
Text my phone like she ain't got no cable, I told her that I got her
With her throwin' hits from across the table like, "Bitch, I been the dada"
Bitch ain't shit, you know that I got 'em able slime bitch, I make her out it
I was runnin' 'round playin' Terminator, bro out there, that's my pride
I'm poppin' shit, stoppin' shit
And I'm somewhere with hockey sticks
Seen New York, I fly the bitch, now she wan' bring out her friend
Start this shit, your ho, no, that none of my friends
I ain't goin' to no party, no, we all know how I am
She want me to love her, don't want me use rubbers
One way or another, find out how to take it slow
Hold back, I might thug her, but she won't let it go
And I just gotta find a way to cut this ho
What I tell 'em, I say, I tell 'em
I'm on Dom P, it's just me, no baller blockin'
Won't clear that scene
I'ma have Ten clear that scene, come out the window poppin'
She text the phone, she plan on sexin' me, she wan' give me her body
I don't move when she want me and the bitch don't like me
Oh, I got that sack now, she won't come back now
I got that pack now, I ain't comin' back now
Your bitch, she get bust down, buy that bitch a bag, wow
Let her come and kick her out, now she don't wan' leave me now
She want me to love her, she don't wanna use no rubber
Out the blue, it came another, I just gotta find a way I can take it
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7robqzoAlaUGt1PxE4NIak | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Loaded Now | (MercyBeatz, nigga)
(DrellOnTheTrack)
I was gettin' full of that shit, and it was way past 12
And I been stuck down on my dick ever since the day I jumped bail
You know lil' bro gon' swing the stick
You try some shit, you gon' fail
I know lil' mama with the shit, I fuck the bitch, she gon' tell
When I'm this bitch, know I'm rollin', no, you can't control me
I'm paranoid, I dump shit, so don't run up on me
Who the fuck them lil' niggas?
Say they want war with them diggers
On side your partner, we zip you
Thought you was gon' pick up your nigga
I'm loaded iron, I ain't lyin', man, I'm out my mind
I got a bad bitch on my line who wanna fly all night
Bitch, go post up like you official, you gon' die right now
I always see me showin' my ass, shawty
Know I got that bag on me, yeah
They see me ballin', wanna put me up, get me bust up
Slip one time, that's a fact
That's your hat, know I get you touched up
Man, who these niggas, man? I don't know 'em
But they wanna do somethin', we gon' kill 'em
Too official, come from the Northside
Throwin' guns inside the river, whoa
Back to back, I'm smokin' joes, nigga, why? 'Cause my nerves bad
I'm hustlin' by the hour, they counted me out, I don't deserve that
Bitch, I come from sandwich bags, where the curve at
Me and Ten strapped with a cutter leavin' Sherwood in Montana Jag'
Catch that
One million plus, nigga, we could bet that
You can fly, just check in the bag, my girl gon' go and fetch that
Boot up, it snuck up on me, now I'm on now
See red, I'm in that zone now
Draw lead, then spray around, huh
Send your stupid ass home
I'm loaded iron, I ain't lyin', man, I'm out my mind
I got a bad bitch on my line who wanna fly all night
Bitch, go post up like you official, you gon' die right now
I always see me showin' my ass, shawty
Know I got that bag on me
I'm loaded iron, I ain't lyin', man, I'm out my mind
I got a bad bitch on my line who wanna fly all night
Bitch, go post up like you official, you gon' die right now
I always see me showin' my ass, shawty
Know I got that bag on me, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Lil' Top, nigga, yeah
Whoa, whoa, whoa
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4ouiS6MT0A5Vn0al27LjUc | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Got One | (Skeeo, you crazy)
4KTrey
We put guns to the face
Ain't nobody safe, who gon' die today?
It's a murder business
Four, four
Uh, uh, four, huh, four, four, uh, uh, four
Fuck it up, fuck it up, four
Uh, uh, fuck it up, fuck it up, it's Top, nigga
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me
We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck
You play, they whack your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugs
Dog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love
From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the pot
Gangster bitch tryna hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops
I'm a thug nigga, fuck you, bitch, I got gravediggers
Run with me, I'll bust you, you bitch
Fuck the campus, I'm at school with that stick
You gon' get bluesed, you get hit
Break all the rules, get 'em fixed
Cutthroat, ain't complyin' with shit
Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin', now, you know I gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin', I run with sticks, they all be goblins
I be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one
Had to tell lil' mama, "Bag it up," come here, drop that ass on me
Stacks inside my pants, I got 'em neat, I come up from the streets
Hold on, stop this bitch, I bag 'em up
Shoot first, now come run up on me
I leave out red, I bang that green
Don't diss out peace, best keep your heat
From the streets to the cellblock, he got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale stuff 'til my arm lock, I scrape the pot
Gangster bitch tryna hold me down, she see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my home, tryna take me down, I'm duckin' cops
Get the drop, we pop an opp
Load up, send my brothers out
We kept plenty sticks at papa house
Before you know, they roll me out
They posted up, we spun around
Lil' bro, let my window down
This K come out, we spray around
Fall, can't shoot back, we leave you found
Top ain't known to fuck around, 4Tre 38 made me
On lock up, guards gon' slam me down
These bitches ain't gon' slave me
On phones, watch what you say to me
Come face to me, they might raid me
Can't leave trace when we sling heat
Still probably at the crib with a .223
Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's dissin', now, you know I gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em 'cause I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin', I run with sticks, they all be goblins
I be head huntin', lil' bro just called and said he got one
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here, drop that ass on me
We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck
You play, they whack your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks, I was on plenty drugs
Dog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em, I got plenty love
(Skeeo, you crazy)
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3O0usMvnOeE5AAxqIlaMy7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Spin&Ben'n | (Play that back, Lucent)
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type
Really rich, you can suck my dick, get murdered, bitch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murder shit, I ain't take the script and I read that
Pussy nigga, just another pack, aimin' out the Scat Pack where your head at
Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend
Got bitches from the hood I lay my bed at, they bang 5
Why I went to war? 'Cause niggas tried the same hood where niggas died
No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised
Better tell the bitch I'll take his life, better think about his mama cryin'
Come back with my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy and plus my bro just poured a five
Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, oh, man
Smoke some shit that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans
Spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glock, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type
Sick of all this fake shit, know they turn they back on me
Nigga know we face shit, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty bitch gon' try to put the blame on me, stinky ho
I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road
Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm doggin' all these hoes
Real mack and tote that MAC, bitch, I know you know it though
Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door
Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at bitch on side the store
Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby, whoa, whoa
One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along with the ho
I live alone, the bitch'll stay just to be up in here with my bro
Bitch know that she can't stay, told her pack her shit, I gotta go to court
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
(Play that back, Lucent)
(Timmy Da HitMan)
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52L0kfPPmiHrjyAdavObYY | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 1.5 | (Smoke)
Come and put that pussy on me, I'ma put that dick up on you
Come and do a split on me, come and do a trick on it
Come and shake that ass for me, baby, I got a lot of money
Come here, do that yeah for me, tell 'em let me show you somethin'
Bitch, tell your nigga how I make you cum without no pill, yeah
I don't give no fuck about no sex, bitch, I just only want your neck
I get shit smoked off the back, tell that pussy nigga, "Yeah"
I told that bitch I won't bang, I know that pussy nigga scared
They must not know how I get down, bang with that thing, swing 'cross your head
Since I was small, I ain't stand down, bitch, ask my mama, I ain't scared
That pussy nigga said, "What?" She told me "Leave that nigga dead," what?
Few weeks later, I caught the bitch and bust his head, what?
Sneaker tech, knock out the back of you bitches, yeah, dumb
Sneaky slime, knock out the back off your bitch and send her home
We stole that car, then we pull on side, and we send 'em home
Like bang, bang, bitch dead, bang, bang, bitch gone
I just need a lot of money on me
I just need the freshest fit on me, oh, yeah
I just need my bitch for to see
And everything I do for her, I'm grindin' hard for her ass
Bitch, I bought a half a ticket ring for your dog ass
Bitch, I pulled up with like everything with your dog ass
Bitch, you know I ride 'round with that pink thing with my dog ass
Bitch, you know I'm bound to split your ex about your fuckin' past
Tell your friends stop tellin' you them things with your messy ass
Tell your sister, bitch, I get that green, I get that fuckin' cash
No, you the devil, gotta say she mad that I ain't fuck her ass
Tell Nene, if I wasn't her BD, bitch, I would've bust her ass
I ain't got no fuckin' pigs, don't no profession get no fuckin' pass
I'm active, I'm perfective with this shit with my perfective ass
Loved when I was broke, but now I'm stuntin' and I got fuckin' cash
Mouthed while I was home, but once I'm out, then it's his fuckin' ass
Yeah, bitch, what? Now come and play with me
I been doin' my shit and got them hitters on scene
Mmm, mmm, mmm, I got that shit on me
Mmm, I'm in this bitch and I got that stick on me
And I'm gon' kill somethin', my brother told me "Kill somethin'"
So how the fuck you just gon' tell me not to zip somethin'?
I make the music, make this money, so don't tell me how to spend nothin'
This ho do what I say, so don't say shit 'bout what I spend on 'em
I'm fucked up by breakin' cars, lil' brother slime, he swipin' cards
I had it hard, Meech got a bitch, she got a friend, I jacked the broad
Hold up, hold up, bitch, I say, I'm way too gangster
Had a bang-out, called my mama, she the one got me from danger
My sister know that I spanked her, my mama know that I'm thuggin'
My grandpa know that I'm druggin', fuck the bitch, they know I plucked 'em
Fuck the ho, she know she thugged me, but after all, I still love her
I just wanted for the bitch to try to help me
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31QeZGlpw7Kl6h6jCvJyc3 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | War | (Al Geno on the track)
Bub came home and you knowin' how he play it
Now it's time for the yeah with the yeah
Shorty knowin' I don't want no ass
She been actin' real bad like she scared for to pull up with the head
I been on the corner all night posted up with the dope boys
Know that they hustle whenever you sleep
One thirty-two, only added a sleeve
I put the rental key under the seat
Already know that I'm in the streets
Toyota, Key in this bitch clutchin' bad
He go to sleep if you come with a bag
Whoever we leave, they gon' come with a tag
Whole lot of dogs, we done started a kennel
Laboratory, they do not get the riddles
Quan9, don't forget to believe it
My daddy still plugged with that yeah in the trenches
Pull up in Bentleys with necklace that's tennis
Upgraded my fit on the top of these little bitty bitches
Parked in the socket at the house, I'm sittin' on confinement
Try it, I let off the Glock at these niggas
I got some bitches and slimes with me
I got that pack and the strap and some millions
I got the hood and they with the activity
Standin' on somethin', it's called slime allegiance
I mix that Gucci on top the Chanel
I'm in this bitch kickin' shit like a player
Three make the ho go and drive to the sale
VVS diamonds, I buy 'em, then lay 'em
Time to pour up, so we stop at the Shell
Inside of the city, leave 'em dead where he live
I'm on location, they plan for to get me
She gon' check out the scene after somebody killed
She know tonight the time of her life
And I know they might try to take my life
We ain't livin' right, there's nothin' I could say
It's a cold, bloody war inside Baton Rouge, ain't nobody safe
It's a war
No, nobody left through the night, ooh
Poppin' this shit and we leavin' 'em dead
We be poppin' this shit, we be poppin' this shit
When they try
We go to war, put it all on the line
Know we get to it, every one of us slime
Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die
Stackin' that money, but know we gon' get to them bodies
Every month, know somebody done got it
Herm set the play, then he side it
I hit the bitch in this pocket, I'm makin' 'em vomit
Red flag, tie 'em 'round my chopper
I'm in the back of the double R with it on side me
New York, I'm fuckin' with dog and we talkin' 'bout C notes
I see 'em and approach, it's my 'migo
That money keep callin', we up in the B though
Shootout inside of the day, then we leave
Duckin' from police, I'm buggin' off codeine
With a strap and a whole lot of racks in my jeans
Get VPN for to fuck up the traffic
For to make sure it ain't no location on me
My education, it come out the street
Flooded the bases, they here to see me
I mix that Gucci on top the Chanel
I'm in this bitch kickin' shit like a player
Three make the ho go and drive to the sale
VVS diamonds, them VVS diamonds
Time to pour up, so we stop at the Shell
Inside of the city, leave 'em dead where he live
I'm on location, they plan for to get me
She gon' check out the scene after somebody killed
It's a war
No, nobody left through the night, ooh
Poppin' this shit and we leavin' 'em dead
We be poppin' this shit, we be poppin' this shit
When they try
We go to war, put it all on the line
Know we get to it, every one of us slime
Pray, then do it, hope not one of us die
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3paJj88VDzjdEPzMwrfA94 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Grave Digga | Any last words?
D-Roc
(Ayy, it's Top, ah, what?)
Look, look, look
Now I don't know 'bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words, boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy, bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch your words, boy, bitch, best be more than hard
You know me, in the streets they saw me, I was gone off bars (gone off bars)
Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a gravedigger
Green flag, youngin shoot for me, he a gravedigger
I go by YoungBoy, I make murder music and I'm known to kill shit
They dissin', makin' murder music and I hit that kill switch
Dead rapper, dead regular hood nigga, they know I drill shit
Them same niggas I was poppin' pills with them boys I'm still with
Demon baby, he strapped down when you see 'em, he got his mask with 'em
Green flag and he blast niggas, stolen pistol and his flag with 'em
Caught up with the system, he a villain, still say, "Fuck it, spin 'em"
Play, gon' be a cold killin' and I don't even know the nigga
And I don't know 'bout what you heard boy, best believe we swerve, boy
We leave shit stretched out on the curb boy, left out of words, boy
Play with me, we gon' go to war, bitch, I swear to God
Lil' bro gon' hit your block in stolen cars
Jump out with stolen rods
Now I don't know 'bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words, boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy, bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch your words, boy, bitch, best be more than hard
You know me, in the streets they saw me, I was gone off bars (gone off bars)
Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a gravedigger
Green flag, youngin shoot for me, he a gravedigger
Look, I make beats too with that stick, I'm in the streets too
But I love from out that window, I shot shit up with JB too
Won't stop until we kill the whole crew
Cock it back and do that dude
Wake the bitch up early mornin' (how you comin'?)
Comin' out the house and youngin' shot the tool
Lil Top, I break all the rules
I don't fuck with none of them dudes
Lost his gun off jiggaboos, he went and brought another tool
They say they gon' try to rob who?
Lil Top, you lose, go with your move
You bang with us, you lose your life, won't make it through, bitch
Now I don't know 'bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy
We leave a nigga out of words, boy, stretched on the curb, boy
Play with me, we gon' purge, boy, bitch, I swear to God
Get left deceased, watch your words, boy, bitch, best be more than hard
You know me, in the streets they saw me, I was gone off bars (gone off bars)
Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (stolen rod)
You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a gravedigger
Green flag, youngin shoot for me, he a gravedigger
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7eqHFQDYEGMNogmSwonibj | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Off The Lean | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
♪
How long can he go? (Thanks, Yakree)
I was shinin' hard, I was grindin'
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean
Smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on
Oh, he got a Rolls-Royce and you know I paid for it
For that money, we untamed boy, I was locked up in them chains for it
My mama know it, I ain't doin' no back and forth, I catch him, whack the boy
Got racks, I stay with that money on galore and I started off trappin' for it
I'm in a Bentley GT, park this bitch inside the street
Pull up, they like, "There go YB," fresh as I could fuckin' be
I be keepin' they chest on bottom my feet, and I don't miss no beat
I be wearin' Pateks and Cuban links, the cheapest cost 13
Sick, I ain't got no cough, you ain't never noticed since I be off codeine
Grimy, I'm out that North, she fuck with me, she wan' fuck with me
Cutthroat like my mama, you know I'm known to pull off mysterious things
I like that Redeye better, but she bought Hemi in that Trackhawk Jeep
Stackin' up my money, nigga, they wanna see my bank on E
Them bitch-ass niggas tried to bang on me, they aim wasn't neat, dang, boy
Podcast niggas be mentioning me, take off on 'em
20 mill' on 20 mill', you better watch my name, boy
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean
Smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on
Nigga, stack that shit, that's another M
That's a new attempt, hold on, stop this bitch
I'm in LA bangin' red, I kill a Dodgers pit
Hmm, he came straight home from the Feds, and he got twice as rich
In Atlanta, won't say that I won't fight, I'm bringin' out the stick
This lil' ho' just talkin' 'bout what she don't like, she just bitin' my dick
You got a question if YoungBoy rich, you slower than a bitch
They boycott, then got that boy lit, I shoot him in his shit
Buy her that Benz made by Brevis, my bitch gon' have a fit
From a cell to livin' lavish, how realer can it get?
Turnt down that deal to save the whole clique, how triller can I get?
Hit the car lot, ain't no pic, make sure I ball out 'round this bitch
Off the lean, I'm smokin' shit make you hallucinate, one hit
To my PO as I go, I take a piss that's with a stench
Mr. feelin' ready, I been sellin' tunes, I ain't got no bricks
I don't know nothin' 'bout no murder, I don't know nothin' 'bout no hit
When they see me, I was gone from off the lean
Smokin' dope, dope, dope
When they see me, I was beamin', beamin'
Shinin' like the motherfuckin' lights on the street
I know they ain't never had the thought that they'd see me on
Ayy, ayy, on
They thought they'll never see me on
Ayy, ayy, on, on
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112EmZwJNonJymivU3KOVl | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | What You Say (feat. Post Malone & The Kid LAROI) | (Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta)
I wan' count up every day I'm out
Try to take anything to keep my sane, I've been hustlin'
I been grindin' hard, on my mama
Side ho actin' lame, with my main I been fussin'
I got too much money for these problems
I wan' take these drugs with my friends, huh, oh
I got all these hoes, all these clothes in my crib, yeah
I fucked on them both, yes, I did, yeah
You can't trust these hoes, I won't hold you
That's what it is, yeah
Huh, I'm too real
Draco in my pea coat, I need some right here
Pussy nigga get killed, oh
Playin' 'round with these millions, lil' bro (lil', lil' bro)
(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta)
I wan' count up every day I'm out
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Make sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty
Ayy, all this drama, baby, I'm too rich for that
Ayy, all these commas like I'm an aristocrat
Ayy, in Bahamas, posted with my bitch with that
Say that he want problems, it's no problem, we got shit for that
Windows tinted, whip is all black
And my credit card lookin' all platinum
And your bitch told me she want all action
Hit it once with a gold Magnum
I don't really care 'bout what the blogs say
'Cause my mama good and my dogs straight
You know if you could, you'd be on the same
I'm in Hollywood, gettin' all faded, I swear
I can't take breaks, I'm too young
Strip club, throwin' up dubs
You can't tell me nothin'
Two hundred in my cup
I was paid to be in this club
No, I don't do shit for fun
(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta)
I wan' count up every day I'm out
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin' sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty
Hey, it's gotten cold, I walk that ice with stompers on
Tommy fold, give 'em somethin' they can copy off
Talk is talk, I'm super sweet, but chopper long
That chain you gave her on, she told me, "Fuck the diamonds off"
I did, I'm poppin' off, and I can't never clock off
Hey, I can't have my baby rocker rockin' knockoffs
Hey, my buddies gonna slide and maybe spin that block off
Hey, fishtail off that lot and chop-chop-chop that top off
I can't do this alone
She a pain on the tone
If you say you will follow me down
I would happily drown
(Fuck what they say) I done made it out the storm
(Shit, you know I did) check my bank, I made new commas
(I can't) I can't take no break, I'm way too young (don't gotta)
I wan' count up every day I'm out
Pull up to this party, not for fun
Makin' sure I stack my money tall
Know that I look nice enough for someone
Fresher, I might leave here with lil' shawty
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2XEKC9viDSAgz7Y99VRATd | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | No Lease | (Khris James, what the fuck?)
Mossberg pump even though my temper shorter
Secrets get you deleted, get you placed with money orders
There go Carter and they know that he a barber
Somebody finna get robbed or shot, soul finna end up tardy
Drive it how I bought it, this payed for, it ain't leased here
I don't want these people think I'm too real
Uh, knowin' that they see me, windows tinted, but it's too clear
Make it out and then a nigga buy a new deal
Quick to fake it, come and take it, lose your face if you buck
Shake the place, you become faceless from the sound of a blaow!
Even though you been through a lot of shit
How it feel you did it still?
I say that "I need another mill'"
Yeah, talkin' 'bout a hunnid, then you talkin' 'bout tryna own somethin'
I don't need no shorthand, my home broken, need a loan or somethin'
Steady lookin' crooked like a nigga broke his nose or somethin'
My team ain't feelin' that, they gon' leave with a broken nose or somethin'
Been in situations gotta think like a boss, sit back
Other than that, when it go down I take a step, let some off, you get back
I know my nigga fuckin' with me, but he still ain't hit me back
Lil' shorty wasn't really fuckin' with me, slime told me she was trash
Red beam, I notice on my interests, back pocket, green flag
She ain't no ho, but she need cash, what that mean? Leggo
I ain't really into school, mama gettin' on my ass
Skippin', I be in the streets, it's a more beneficial class
Five hundred thousand on a ring, this real expensive glass
Youngin duckin' from the task, white bitch, and she fuck with glass
Lost thoughts inside the feds, child sittin' in the parish
Wishin' for a family I never had, where I go from that?
Drive it how I bought it, this payed for, it ain't leased here
I don't want these people to think I'm too real
Uh, knowin' that they see me, windows tinted, but it's too clear
Make it out and then a nigga buy a new deal
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0RuzbEbH2gQdKwAEcV9o5U | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Slimeto | Top, top
Hold on, top, top
Top, top
Top, top (say Ten)
Let's do it
Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it
With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin'
Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'?
This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin'
Clap 'em, then give back the money
On the top, and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it"
Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime
I want 'em for to test me, why?
Just so that I can lay one down
Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round
Show no Slatt, talkin' down
Where you at? I gun you down
Where you at? Gun you down
Already know we don't play like that
Lame-ass shit from across the net gon' get you stretched, yeah, yeah
On the top and I'm throwin' out fetti
Rob these pussy-ass niggas, they lettin' me
Dare one these scary-ass niggas come test me
Flag on the stick while you hang out the Chevy
I'm on it, I'm with it, my nigga, let's do it
Got a check the first tour, and you know that I blew it
Spend a check every tour, get that money, run through it
Brought me up, he got flexed, but I already knew it
Dyin' to get rich and it drive me insane
Accept that pain, it's just part of the game
Rap ass nigga in the studio playin'
I got the play for to knock out his brain
Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it
With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin'
Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'?
This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin'
Clap 'em, then give back the money
On the top, and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it"
Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime
I want 'em for to test me, why?
Just so that I can lay one down
Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round
Show no Slatt, talkin' down
Where you at? I gun you down
I gotta get it, I wake up, I'm ready
Stand on they chest and they neck for that fetti
I got a stick for them niggas that's petty
Premium gas and I come to unlead it
Riddles they can't comprehend in my song
I got a lot of blue racks in my home
Banging that flag for my nigga, he gone
Talkin' 'bout murder, I'm changing the tone
Took half a Perc, wanna fuck me now
Know that I will, just chill, okay
Them niggas cheer when I walk in the place
I pulled up in a Wraith, Slimeto, Slimeto
Stolo, lil' bro done pulled up with a Drac' and hop out in the street
Bet 'em, he talkin' 'bout cash, that money confetti whenever you bring up YB
Might get robbed when we meet
Gangster and you already knowin' that's how I play it
With the Glock, go atop across his head, yeah, I'll spank somethin'
Have them gunners waitin' outside where you stay, yeah, who you think stuntin'?
This me, I'm 23, I'm runnin'
Clap 'em, then give back the money
On the top, and I'm screamin' out, "Flood it"
Rob these niggas, they lettin' me, slime
I want 'em for to test me, why?
Just so that I can lay one down
Out the top and the side of the Chevy, young niggas, they sprayin' 'round
Show no Slatt, talkin' down
Where you at? I gun you down
♪
(Say Ten)
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69d0mv0irejKAkOFvXk5kA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Another Dead | (Skeeo, you crazy)
This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten
I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten
But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody
Them niggas stepped on your partner, that's your body
And I be totin' dirty cutters
Same yard grandpa told me don't go out it
Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it
How it gettin'? Dirty than a motherfucker
Better stay up out my way, nigga
Bitch, you better have a banger, see that gang, nigga
Aston Martin lane switching
Too turnt up for lame bitches
Kill a bitch, the main mission
They act the same, I came different
Old school, call it big four-wheeler
On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas
His nigga still poppin' dots and he got M&Ms
Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel
Somebody might get murdered still
Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still
Youngins ready for the kill
38, I run it still
Said, "Fuck 'em", and I mean it still
Lil' shorty wanna fuck for real
They wanna put up my career
My vision see one hundred mill', I'm on it still
This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten
I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten
But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like an '06 Honda
I ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncle
Real stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a fucking man of my honor
I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founder
Split his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the corner
Run down and blow, I swing it on 'em
Back to the car, I hope I down somethin'
Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found somethin', oh, man
Say, lil' nigga from the net was talking dumb
Ain't gon' have no brain
Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball or drill
Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on
I be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strong
Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home
Hold on
This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten
I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten
But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'
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5yjUXZxAtiXDoXeOu626K8 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Pistol Totting | (D-Roc)
Pistol totin', just me and Three (uh, uh)
"Better keep it," what he told me (what he told me, stay)
Burglaries with my cousin Meechy (cousin Meechybaby, Meech)
Blue Yukon, pullin' robberies
Walk through Easytown, yeah, that Eazy-E, yeah
With lil' Jordan on the side of me
From Monticello back to Fairfield, leanin'
With lil' Tug, he went hard for me
Thank you, my nigga, I miss you
Know you see it, I'm at odds with the system
Gravedigger, I been completin' every mission
Pull up on her, swaggin' bad, he need a pension
I told 'em I got that bag, and I'm gettin' it
My mama straight, so I'm fine
My kids straight, I got mine
I'm posted where it ain't good, but I'm out here with my iron
Across the line, I put my life, since young to this, been doin' time
I thought the news tell you 'bout the slime, whoa
She can't get her own, she wan' take mine, no
Got what you desire, I lost all time
You wasted your own time and you waste mine
Big brother KD doin' fine
Result, the iron collectin' money and hats, pussy
Pistol totin', just me and Three (uh, uh)
"Better keep it," what he told me (what he told me, stay)
Burglaries with my cousin Meechy (cousin Meechybaby, Meech)
Blue Yukon, pullin' robberies
Walk through, Easytown, yeah, that Eazy-E, yeah
With lil' Jordan on the side of me
From Monticello back to Fairfield, leanin'
With lil' Tug, he went hard for me
Thank you, my nigga, I miss you
Now you know I love my dog, that's my fuckin' nigga
With my nigga, I'm gon' vibe 'til we don't get no bigger
Me and Ten in the North
Runnin' from the laws, I ain't throw my pistol
We meet back up, he ain't got his, old crazy-ass nigga
I grab my bread and pour some sugar up inside of my water
Hole in the front of my shoe, Balenciaga my daughter
For them hard times, jail times, old days
Grandma, I been taking care of the family, I'm a strong man
7:30, sun came
Me and Meechy ain't get a thing
We stole some cameras out of RadioShack and sold 'em to the dope man
Boozilla caught a charge from poppin' cars, this shit insane
He sold the gun that killed his brother
But won't beef with me with this man
Pistol totin', just me and Three (uh, uh)
"Better keep it," what he told me (what he told me, stay)
Burglaries with my cousin Meechy (cousin Meechybaby, Meech)
Blue Yukon, pullin' robberies
Walk through, Easytown, yeah, that Eazy-E, yeah
With lil' Jordan on the side of me
From Monticello back to Fairfield, leanin'
With lil' Tug, he went hard for me
Thank you, my nigga, I miss you (I miss you)
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5kXdBU2fyQ01QrU5IsL3e3 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Cemetery Lifestyle | (Louie Bandz made another one)
(Dubba-AA flexing)
(Ayo, that's Dre)
Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever
I'm starting to think I should just go
We ain't been getting no better
Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (this is the sound)
Inside my cup must be the devil
'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden
Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money
I'm talkin' somethin' beyond the sky, what I'm gon' aim for (yeah)
Pull up on the side, let that thing blow
Tryna heal my pain with that drank, fuck around and take my soul
Four wheel drive, swerving in the rain like it can't snow (yeah)
Pray a hundred mill' come and all this fame go
Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everythin' gettin' old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
Clear the scene, time to leave, leave it, oh overload
Could barely breathe, get off me, too much lean, time to go
They gon' count me in anyway, the fuck you tryna tie me for?
The RT wait, I dubbed the eight, now I be brighter than
Red B.B. belt 'cause I'm a bloody stepper
Self-made artist leave a stain on whoever (leave a stain)
I'm starting to think I should just go on
We ain't been getting no better
Tell me a lie, I blow the brains out the reverend (I will blow blow his brains, yea)
Inside my cup must be the Devil (yeah)
'Cause the demon always come out me all a sudden (all of a sudden)
Inside the bank, it's a been a murder scene (murder, yea)
'Cause when I walked out, they had blood on that money (oh, no, no, no)
Soon as you changed on me, you turn to ash-like charcoal
Lose feelings through the night, I'm startin' to think my heart broke
Know they givin' up, see they switchin' up, everything getting old
Caught 'em breakin' in, known to kick doors, we ain't never picked codes
Kicked in, slimey, oh, now my wrist froze
She runnin' down, I looked up, she gone, I don't know where she go
Cemetary lifestyle, I'm making sure the casket closed
40 on me right now, I step on that bitch on my own
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3SqevdIQpizbwccSlAXJNE | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Don't Leave | Pipe that shit up, TnT
DMac on the fuckin' track
(Got you, you know I got you)
♪
You ain't seein' me walk out, don't think for to leave
Anything we can talk 'bout, you can tell me some things
You think I'm too thugged out, my past too uneasy
Tonight you should go out, it's okay if you leave me
'Cause I don't wanna party
It's okay
I'll be fine, can't run away, so I just lay, gettin' full of drank
Now you come in, put that pussy on my face
I want a brand new FN, motherfuck that Drac'
Tote that stick, I'm with that shit, I'm gon' protect you, bae
Whole lot of money on they head, it ain't safe
I just wanna put that bitch to bed, if he play
Run down, shoot him in his head
Hit a lick for Jordan, I don't mind, we ain't kid
Gettin' my life in order, gettin' in line with that bread
Count me out, tell them get in line with they ass
I been gettin' that money, they want me sad or me dead
Ran into love, come from cold heart
Ran up a bag, it was slow startin'
I want a Porsche and it's push-start
I drive that Benz like a go-kart
I repaired that girl with my hands from a broke heart
I been fuckin' up and goin' in like a popstar
She'll pour my life on me, do right, I swear, I'm gon' start
She know I'm a demon, day through night, and this ain't just start
I made her my wife and then I promised we won't grow apart
You ain't seein' me walk out, don't think for to leave
Anything we can talk 'bout, you can tell me some things
You think I'm too thugged out, my past too uneasy
Tonight you should go out, it's okay if you leave me
'Cause I don't wanna party
It's okay (it's okay)
I'll be fine, can't run away, so I just lay, gettin' full of drank
Now you come in, put that pussy on my face
Come up from the bottom, ain't nothin' that's gon' stop me
I been destined to prosper, I put that on my mama
I been missin' my childhood, told my family I got 'em
On my back like a chopper, I can't die, I'm survivin'
I done let go of the wheel, like I just know it's God drivin'
But I mostly for surely know that it's my grandma who got me
And I been savin' words for a note
I ain't ignorin' you, just catch me when I blow
(Got you, you know I got you)
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5enETZSQzYwJtISPZiktM5 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Head Shot | (Mommy, India got them beats)
(K4ProducedIt)
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch on tools
Know they trap two different cars right back to back
Yeah, yeah
Bitch, go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"
Go tell 'em lil' cuz still making them hitters get busy with them red dots
Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshot
I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh?
Stop now, pow-pow, then sped off
I'm with that shit, we tear it down
Ol' bitch-ass nigga, boy
You gon' fuck around and get your body found
Free my daddy, I wanna face my problems like my mama
We all with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addies, not no traumas
Deal with problems think I'm traumatized, get chastised, he fumble
Drive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side
Pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch (ho-ass boy)
Uh-uh, mmm, he's a motherfucking animal
He come through like a cannonball
His gun gon' straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolved
Shoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts, problem solved
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch on tools
Know they trap two different cars right back to back
Yeah, yeah
Shoot the whole club up, don't cost us nothing, you seen in there
Interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up (baow)
Bitch, you better not have no kids in there
I'm a millionaire, don't throw our position
Nigga, then say we ain't pick 'em fair
Nigga, fuck that, know he dead, we ain't even caring
Should've caught your ass in there
Fly a Crip bitch out just for to let her do my hair
You wanna try me, I play that fair
Bitch, truth or dare (bitch, truth or let's go, uh)
Know I'm banging red like Tony Starks, it's no perhaps
You disrespect, we slump you on your project stairs
It's all I hear, "They don't like you, Top"
I'm like, "Man, who are you? Blah-blah"
You gon hear, "Pow, pow," approach me with that rah-rah, bitch
They know I don't do no stunting
I just wanna end it, fuck that tension, I'm gon' throw out money
They don't do no acting, I get active, I'm on meds, up on 'em
Run up on that bitch clapping, once we smash 'em
Rip off 'em straight laughing like that shit be funny
(Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose)
I'll slime allegiance, nigga, to the green flag
(Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you)
Of the United States, believe that, of America, bitch
(Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat)
(And he like switch on tools) you better stay on your pivot, nigga
(Know they trap two different cars right back to back) believe it (yeah, yeah)
We gon' split you
Hey, is Kentrell in there?
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3sNUyc0r2JSL0KcPV2v5aQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Is That | MarsGawd with another one
Pipe that shit up, TNT
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah (bitch, yeah)
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
And I still dog these hoes
And I still don't like niggas, like I beat they one
I'ma dog, two pitbulls inside my home
Lame pieces, it's diamonds, that's one out of one
Ion' like to argue with her, but the bitch she be trippin'
She be makin' me feel like she schemin'
I'm on top of my pippin, ain't slippin'
When a ho make me made, I say the most dirtiest things
Inside a glass bottle, I pour up my lean
Pour up forever, you know that I'm up
She can bring me McDonalds, she know I ain't trippin'
I been that lil' nigga, I'm straight out the slump
Smokin' spice through the day, make me feel like I'm dumb
Through the night and the day, we be getting at sum'
In the house I'ma keep me a hunna' on hundred
For a stick I bought baba lil' brotha' a drum
I did that, paid my brother lawyer, for to beat the case
I did that, stayed down, stacked that money 'til I made a way
I did that, fuck these raps, I'ma kill all of these lil' niggas
Bitch I is that, fuck these niggas, go spin puss' ass nigga
Bet not spin back
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
I wait outside of the store, he gone hand me his chrome
Try steal that, yeah
Knock on they door, they ain't home
He's breaking they window and then I get in it (huh)
Fuck on that hoe from the back 'til I'm feeling her bone
Get in and I get in there
And no effort on songs, I'm up in my zone
And these niggas they sound like beginners
To a stolo, bronem turn that rental
Made a diss 'bout me, old wack ass nigga
Big money, Big B, that's me, big, blood no C, they ain't my cartier lens lil' nigga
He say if somebody snatch his chain
He be claiming that he gon' do this and he gon' do that
That nigga a hoe, when they reach for his neck
He ain't let of the strap, he just went to the ground
I'm in the North, where my mom and them at
That same set I sold a thousand somethin' grams
The same hood known for to murder a man
The minivan bringing a karma van
Slime ass nigga, wack a dead ass man
Young ass nigga go stick up the stan
She want Dior, but I only buy Vans
I did this shit without throwing my hands
I did that
Run me a forty up on 'em, then forty put on 'em, you know that I did that
Lil' shawty from Houston I sent that lil' hoe twenty-thousand
She ask why I did that
I told her I'm feeling her vibe and I'm liking her body, that lil' bitch is that
Kill one of us and we kill back (yeah, yeah)
I come from juggin' and breaking in houses, yeah, I did that
Fucking these hoes, then not giving a fuck 'bout these hoes, yeah, I did that
These niggas ain't lil' me, I had to go kick in the door, eah, I did that
Now I'm in this bitch, my swag on froze with my rich ass
These hoes keep turning me down, bro move pounds, over two dice, it's gone
Tryna keep my calm, but the hoe make me get down
And this shit ain't fun
I don't fight, stand up to my gun
Red flag and I gave one to my son
Red flag, nigga can't duck this, hit his ass all in the head, pussy nigga can't run
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6xjeGpyq1b9cb9po7dvzIV | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Like Madden | I wanna, she wanna
Wild, wild west
Dirty, dirty, dirty south
♪
I'm back off in this bitch, but
I'ma tell 'em how, you already know I'ma tell 'em how I tell 'em
They better get it, nigga
Ooh (talkin' 'bout me, bitch, what I told that bitch?)
Ooh (fresher than a motherfucker, lookin' like a whole lick)
(Yeah, fresher than a motherfucker, lookin like a whole lick)
Maybach, riding in the coupe (coupe)
Pussy-ass nigga, what it do? (What it do?)
Real big slime come through come through)
Fuck around, rock the whole room (whole room)
Let a whole 'nother bitch come through (come through)
Hypnotizing her mind what I do (ooh)
In a fight with that fire, you gon' lose (ooh)
Make that bitch get a new tattoo
I respond with my fire like ooh-ooh
If I tell 'em, he shoot it up too, yeah
I want them goods like burglary, man
Said that I wouldn't and I'm flirting again
I went to sleep on the wild, wild west
And I came from the dirty, dirty south
Get them racks out the vault
Press it, it's revvin' the count
How many bitches they fuckin'? I'm kicking her out
Don't want that kitty, that's foul
Taking your bitch and I'm stickin' my dick in her mouth
Swerve Maybach with a tool, big bag and you can't ride with me
Fuck do you think? I got a real big set back, tool, can't ride with me
Pull on side of me, cavity
I'ma spend me an M, get that baddie B
I was thuggin', it stuck and it cut me
Everyone in the truck, they done shot with me
I flew the bitch to LA on a jet
Just for to see what the bitch all about
Maybach, back of the Cull', huh
Pussy-ass nigga get bought
Even if it ain't about a bag, don't talk
Play with them racks, know you get knocked off, yeah
I ain't tryna take no loss
Ho tryna play like golf
Nigga, I don't play with a broke
He gon' need his head taked off
All night active, I'm active, I'm snapping, I'm rapping, that's what made me
Know that they don't talk right
Young nigga pull up and smash shit 'cause that's what made me
Young nigga pop out that truck
And then get shit brackin' 'cause they played with me
Young nigga trapped out, trapped out
Trapped out trappin' 'cause that's what made me
Young nigga sendin' them blitz out just like Madden
Know that I take that bitch down, I ain't cappin'
Might just ask my bitch, do she wanna marry me? (Bae, hold up)
Let me make me one hundred million dollars then
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1QhpHt9C42tIp9rdYQ4zWS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Demon Party | (Turn me up, Dissan)
I got a song to tell right now, uhm
I was just thinkin' back on, from my, on my side of town
It really like, and it went a little somethin' like this
Steady gettin' high, I can't sleep, ooh, what I
'Cause the demons party all night long
Get it? Hahaha, haha
Yeah ('cause the demons party all night long)
I got the drugs, I ain't takin' no break
How many sticks in this bitch? It's 'bout eight
How many bitches I wanna hit? Eight
Can't see my eyes behind Cartier frames
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't throwin' no shade
Bitch, I'm bussed down from my watch to my chain
Made it from a jail cell, came out of poverty
Hard body, concrete, swing with them Ks
Flash out with these whips, make that bitch do a maze
Bitch, I'm a pimp, I got too many rings
I can't remember her, too many names
Just like the watch, I be switchin' the face
I want a yacht, sell that Bentley today
Fuck it, them crackers tryna get me for days
Go tell my label to bigger my budget
My stylist brought me too many damn things
Make another 30 million up inside of an eight-month span
Now my brother runnin' with the nigga sayin' he don't fuck with me, damn
For to hide all these bitches, might as well go and buy more land
I'll hit a nigga ass with the Drac' with his baby in his hands, with his baby in his hands
I'ma die cryin', killed 'bout these millions
Don't play with these bands, nigga, don't play with these bands
Buy designer everything, got these hoes by the piece, took 'em off the peak fallin' off
All these scary-ass niggas facin' me, now they tryna see if they come over
Oh, I
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
Swing with the stick, when they come, bust in their head
Playin' with my name, I'ma put you on obituary
Broke-ass nigga, ol' scary-ass nigga dead
I got the bitch way from Baltimore, coat tailin'
Spray on a nigga, we don't give the boy no leverage
Shot it while she drive, hope the bitch don't go tell it
I was dead broke, "Cut some grass" what my mama tell me
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3ZVGZ8fOVMvVnPBLtwWw1d | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Next | What up
Any last words?
(Ten, ten, ten, ten)
Perc' ten, I beat her back in (ha)
(D-Roc)
Huh, huh
Uh, uh, fuck you talking 'bout?
They already know, huh
Murder man, huh, tell me who the fuck next
Keltec, what's that? Hit this bitch, it split his hat
Bust that, play with me, bitch, and I get you bust at
Shorty tryna throw that ass, I break her back, I'm on that
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I was riding 'round in Maybach and popping shit with my hoes
I was knocking niggas asses wit' that stick on the road
And I was stacking bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna— frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)
I just bought the bitch a new Benz, a big bag nigga
I just might wake up and have the bitch insidе a new Fisker
Fuck you mean?
I been giving thеm bands to my big sister (fuck you mean? Bitch)
Fuck is you saying? I been buying more sticks for all them hitters
I got these hoes and they going down, I never run out
Pull them blicks out and it's going down
Fire something, get burnt down
You ain't even got no money anyway, fucking cunt
I can bite on your bitch any day, fucking runt (now she talking)
Body hard, it's slowing down
Bitch, can't come down
Bitch can't run now, got her on that K2
Four-door all grey Lawson, bitch, check the car out
Try and make the Glock sound
That bitch got the AP on and it's blue
I jump out
I shoot that strap at all them dudes (talk that shit YoungBoy)
Fuck is wrong with you?
Just look at my neck, I'm way too cool
I fuck him back, he gon' get checked
He ain't got no check, bitch
I wave this TEC across your neck, you die today, bitch
I'm wasted, I'm pacing
I think I'm Jason, the mask on, erase him
Why you think these pussies copy? And they know they hate him
The hoes want get him inside it and you know they chase him
I seen me three hoes on a 'Rarri, she looking like a Barbie
I just wanna take dope, make her ass codeine
Catch a Op, then we wack his ass from the nosebleed
Take a bitch, straight from out the 'Raq and buy her token things
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I been riding 'round in Maybach and popping shit wit' my hoes
I was knocking niggas asses wit' that stick on the road
And I was stacking bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna— frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)
Want you chop some shit like you gon' pull
Off, take the stick, tear up the car, bitch
I make all these bitches come and take it off, boss shit
Got that bitch doing white, buy that bitch a outfit
I ain't have red on the first night
Told the bitch, "You blew this shit"
I want head on the first night, I can make her mouth shit
Know they talk like that, they lying, but know they ain't 'bout shit
All my brother off shit, pop out from that car with new machines
Please don't tell me a fucking thing (told that bitch, I talk my shit)
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna— Frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)
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75kFkqhI5bFuUn26J5DSwt | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Top Girls | Who that is you listening to?
This that new YoungBoy? (Who?)
YoungBoy, Lil Top, the biggest fuckin' five, what the fuck?
How you don't know YoungBoy?
Oh, my boyfriend be hatin', he don't let me listen to him
Damn, well, you missin' out, he on house arrest right now
And I know these other rappers so happy
They can finally move around in peace
But he ain't even been on there no mo'
He been trying to stop the violence
But man, I can't wait 'til he get off the house arrest
He gon' shit on everybody and everything walkin'
Man, it sound like you in love with him
Yeah, I love him, everybody else love to hate him, they hoes
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45k6Qexq0mavylcq1hNl4G | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Black | Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Mm
Different, mm (They hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These niggas, they hoes)
We don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes (What?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (I don't fuck with these niggas, they hoes)
Who the fuck is lil' shawty? (Fuck is lil' shawty?)
Where the fuck is yo' nigga? (Fuck is yo' nigga?)
How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack nigga, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine (Boom, baow, baow)
I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pimpin' (Yeah)
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (Yeah, go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, huh (Black)
Want everything black (Black), I'm buyin' everything, black (Black)
I want that ass, fat (Ass fat), my Range Rover black (Black)
I want a whole 'nother bag (bag)
Huh, I want a hundred-round Gat (Hundred-round Gat)
And I want lil' shawty, she bad (Bad)
Huh, I wanna beat in her back (Beat in her back)
And I wanna kill all my opps (Kill all my opps)
They ain't comin' back
I want hit her if she thick (Woo)
I wanna keep this shit on track (Keep this shit on track)
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah, like a nigga Ric Flair)
Wait, hm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm (Ah)
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha (You already know)
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch out for to dye my hair (Uh)
These rappers be talkin' that shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin' the swag so we fuckin' they ho
Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck (Uh)
I don't care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiendin', bitch, I be takin' these pills
I could pull her shit off 'cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes
We don't fuck wit' these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be fuckin' they hoes? (Know I'm rich)
Tell 'em that I'ma just fye (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls? (That Rolls)
I just crept up from the paint, huh
You know that I brought my bros
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7jbUzcSjzr8sM1PRJ35rHr | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Louie V | (Ayo E Go Krazy)
(ISM)
(This a TRVLL cook up)
Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes (my clothes)
I don't even wanna attend if bad hoes ain't involved (ain't involved)
And I don't give not one fuck 'bout what these niggas think at all (nah)
Upper than up, I ain't need no Adderall
She bought a bag from Maxfield, she know how to handle the sack well
Give a fuck 'bout a critic, suck a dick, tell 'em all, "Go to Hell" (go to Hell)
I got sick, now I'm never gon' fail (I ain' never)
Pull her hair, and I smack on her tail (I smack)
I'm the shit, bitch, I'm passing see me swag, don't you copy
Pull up in that rocket with red coated nails
Huh, bitch, come give your all to me (hh, Benz, G-Wagon)
I'm dripping, I'm up in this motherfucking Thrasher
Set tripping, I'm up in this motherfucker, thrashing
I'ma shoot at them dudes (brrt, baow)
'Cause they doing all that flagging (they doin' all that flaggin')
Hold on, YB, you moving too cool
And I run the league like I'm John Madden
Yeah, CELINE, bad bitch (oh), I dress her up in Pucci too (wow-wow)
Shoot that crew, know they do that dude
Ho, you got me naked, now eat your food (wow-wow)
I'm gonna buy her white gold (wow)
Get your bitch for to go up and down on the pole (wow-wow)
I'm active around this bitch, yeah, I smack on her ass tell her put up her phone (oh, wow-wow)
Huh, Louis V on my jacket, I need to go black in most my clothes
I don't even wanna attend if bad hoes ain't involved (bad hoes ain't involved)
And I don't give not one fuck 'bout what these niggas think at all
Upper than up, I ain't need no Adderall
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2nzZVQ99ATX1keOzYNyWP0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Swag On Point | Yeah
(Just ask me)
I'm with a motherfuckin' treesh
I ain't even gon' lie, this shit live (Yeah)
(Lil Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine (Hold on)
So your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, wan' cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But, long as my swag on point, uh
Ambush on top Dior, I'm off the hook (Oh, oh)
But, long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy necklace got me flexin', say I'm sexy
She know not to try me (Woah, woo)
(Go, go) She want matchin' Fendi fits
If I tell her, no, I know she just might have a bad bitch fit
I know that that girl try hide she toxic
She be on demon shit (She know I know)
Wow, Vlone one million cologne
Don't like me 'round her friends, she on me
Yeah, huh, I fucked up my nails
I need 'em redone by this morning (Yeah)
That's a lame, park 'bout it, she know that I'm concrete
Close to her heart just like Givenchy
I'm dressed down in Givenchy (Real talk)
Smokin' on dope all the way to the morning
I got Percs, I got sip
Got her stiff like a mummy (Yeah, bitch, nigga)
Fuck that girl so long 'til she say she cummin' (Ah, ah)
Rock swag, told her, please be neat with my money
Yeah, bro, huh, I got too much Celine (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I got bitches makin' duwap for me (Yeah, yeah, wow)
Wow, yeah, long as she keep my hair braided
I'm not showing one care, now that's fair
Rick Owen necklace rare
Tell the opps the truth, I dare 'em
Keep a bitch with long hair, and a big ass for me to slam 'em
Drop of medicine in my Tropicana
Bad white bitch from Alabama
John Elliot when I go clean my dental
They know we'll never stop playing with hammers
Yeah, fuck, I gotta new Patek on me (Yeah)
I just got this new supervillain shit
I'ma wear it with some purple jeans (Yeah)
Bought both bitches designer too, yeah (Yeah)
Huh, that's all me, top
Ain't no bubbly, I drink muddy
I just bought some new Celine (Hold on)
So your bitch wanna fuck me
She love me, wan' cuff me, I know she might thug me
I'm lusting, I'm rushing, this shit might get ugly
But, long as my swag on point, uh
Ambush on top Dior, I'm off the hook (Oh, oh)
But, long as my swag on point, uh
Givenchy necklace got me flexin', say I'm sexy
She know not to try me
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3Kzs3pxIOGsLXHBgcKltpn | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bitch Yeah | (Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?
What's crackin'? What? (What?)
Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood (that my blood)
I got all Fives 'round this bitch
These hoes wan' fuck, these niggas can't fuck with none of us in this bitch
I'ma hit at your clique with the stick (baow)
Make me turn your lil' boys to a lick (a lick)
I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist come, I try on clothes inside of my home
Put yo' bitch in VLONE
Bitch, play what you please long as you don't put no QC on
Bitch, I make you bleed, ho
Bitch, I know I bleed, ho
Bang red, five, big B, ho (oh, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho (yeah, yeah)
Come on, suck it with no teeth, ho (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shit
Come get it, got her wit' it
Know I got her wit' me, nigga, come and get your bitch
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, hottie thottie wit' a badass body
I don't play that shit, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that bitch, it's stock
'Fore I give you my shit, you know I'ma pop it
Bitch, give me yo' soul, give me yo' body
Swag up the bitch, pop off her mama
I get high in this bitch, on soul
I'm so high in this bitch, I'm gone (ha)
I might make her pass a nigga, bitch, come touch her toes (ha)
Still'll make a R&B bitch come here and hand off her phone
Give a fuck 'bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone, yeah
Bitch, get that phone, ho
Huh, bitch, get that phone, yeah-yeah (bitch, give me your phone)
Huh, bitch, get that phone, ho
Bitch, get that phone, oh, yeah-yeah-yeah
My brothers, they kick in that door (yeah-yeah)
I don't like that nigga or ho (yeah-yeah)
I don't like that lil' boy or his bitch
I do not like my ho for to hear none of these songs
Like when I breakin' her back to my songs
Makin' these bitches stack racks at home
Clingy type of time you on
Buy me clothes that fit me right
I don't know who fuckin' side you on
I just know if it's wrong, it ain't real right
I ain't fuckin' on her every night
I ain't put money on yo' head, that's right
Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five
You know slime could get this party hype
Shootout, soon as I get outside
Rudolph, beam on his nose and eyes
Chew-out, which one gon' eat me right?
Geeker than geeked, I'm higher than high, uh-huh
I'm more geeked up than geeked, and I'm higher than high, bitch
I get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online, bitch, yeah
I can get out my words through this every time (bitch, yeah)
Yeah, and this bitch here again without you on my side (bitch, yeah)
Yeah, on my side, bitch, don't play around mine, and you know you might die (bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (bitch, yeah)
♪
I got more money, you lil' boys, y'all some bitches (bitch, yeah)
I can't even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (bitch, yeah)
Know we make shit hot, pop out Rolls-Royce, on back got switches (bitch, yeah)
I don't give no fuck 'bout who a star, I don't want you bitches (bitch, yeah)
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2kNKfDA8HxuJCYQl8EraYn | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Red | Quick
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Hm, yeah, uh-huh, yeah
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
A young nigga hungry, they take off your head
Stylin' my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we're workin' together
Reach for the water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (flyer than all y'all)
Yeah, you're not alone, yeah, you're not alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, oh, baby
Up the TEC, I can't lose it, I stay groovy
And I make music, watch me do it
I see you like to move it
Come on, bae, let me see you get to it
I'm a fool, they say that I'm foolish
From a hood up inside Baton Rouge
Put a nigga inside of the bull pit
He won't make it out, body left layin' out
I be thinkin' a lot of shit ruined
Steady be tryna figure my plan out
Got the money, they know I'm the man now
Know they human, I tell them to stand out
Niggas thought it was safe 'til we ran down
Brodie knock off your face, keep your hands down
While I pour the shit out, I'm drinkin' it sour
Two ounces drop in a 20 ounce
Told that girl she's mine forever
That girl, she was lost, not found
Told her, I could get her life together
Fuckin' up, I don't need you 'round (ooh)
Now I realize I lose if I lose you
Now I blues'd them clues
Ain't got to work out, I'm flexin' the, uh
Young nigga, AI, you know I got moves
Drivin' it in and I'm layin' it up
I'm on the battlefield
Yeah, livin' life like Call Of Duty, for real
I'm holdin' a bag of pills, yeah
Got shawty inside of here shootin', for real
My whole life red
Bitch, I bang that red
Babygirl, who the fuck is you?
New bitch go to LSU
If I want it, I pay
A young nigga hungry, they take off your head
Stylin' my stylist, she bringin' it in
I can do it myself, but we perfect together
Run up that money, we workin' together
Reach for the water, we surfin' together
Neck full of water, young nigga propeller
Why? 'Cause I'm flyer than all of these niggas (flyer than all y'all)
You ain't alone, you ain't all alone, oh, baby
I put that shit on
I can show you how to put that shit on, my baby
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4X735nOSPV7x3zmCFigTF5 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Double Cup | Ha, double cup my styrofoam
'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin' 'bout you layin' inside my room
'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone-cold eyes
Home, three inside the mornin'
And she blowin' up my phone, tellin' me she want me
'Member the first time I leaned off lean, lean, lean, lean
Know I make sure that she never want for anything
Decline, she still gon' make the phone ring-ring-ring
Know I block her from my line, that's gon' make her pull up on me
Calm it down, ho
I don't know what's goin' on, but know that Patek could be brown, huh
I could switch the band up, no, don't make me flash out
Lure you out that room, now sit your ass down
You gon' stop that bad-mouth, no Smirnoff, straight lean raw
Clingin' from her brain down, grab her, push her brain down
Now you know I'ma leave a stain 'round, them fuck-niggas gon' get banged down
Hold me down, told you, "You know I'd never lead you wrong"
They don't fuck with me, you know that I don't need 'em 'round
Ha, double cup my styrofoam
'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin' 'bout you layin' inside my room
'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone-cold eyes
Ha, you
How you been livin' and doin'?
See you love that nigga you been screwin'
And when you seein' I'm workin', I do this
Play with my lean, remember I fixed her up, then unscrewed the bitch
Know I love you deep, but say, not more than this, I say that's a lie
Yeah, ride around deep inside of a Honda Civic, with pounds in the ride (yeah)
In Dallas and Houston, PT, gotta get it, I'm buyin' it out every time
Whatever we do, we gotta make sure we get it
And you know they gon' hate on our grind
To the top, I'ma climb, try to follow behind they gon' fall
I fuck up, and I buy out the mall, I fuck up, and it end in her drawls
Tote that gun like Rambo, that's a log
When I pull that bitch out they gon' pause
I be drinkin' so much that I'm clogged
Gon' be drinkin' all the way to mornin', I landed on Mars
Ha, double cup my styrofoam
'Cause you know I like my lean cold on ice
Thinkin' 'bout you layin' inside my room
'Cause you know I didn't forget about your stone-cold eyes (stone-cold eyes)
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1Uhl2homs9vyke4hOPF6fj | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fight With My Sheets | Mommy, India got them beats
♪
Fight with the sheets, nightly they never gon' tell
Long as you beside me, how the hell I will fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under light
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove 'em right
They said, "There's a fire in the buildin'"
I heard she's inside of the building
You stuck inside suckin' toxic, and it's killin'
Tell them they don't get you out of there, and I will kill them
Up all night workin', I'm late night servin' versеs in this bitch
Tryna keep my girl happy, I ain't in your business, but I see that shit
Know I'm toxic as it get
So, I know that you tired for surе
It's time for to go, pull up, don't live there no more
They told me that fire was in the building
And they say you was stuck inside, and I came for to help you out
And these people stoppin' me right now, they trippin'
She up in somethin' toxic, it won't help out, but I will kill them
Patek Phillipe on top of my arm
Got me like Jeezy the way you blew me away
Ain't nobody safe, ain't no time to play
Huh, I'm gon' confiscate, got to concentrate grind through the pain
Fight with the sheets, nightly they never gon' tell
Long as you beside me, how the hell I will fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under light
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove 'em right
They said, "There's a fire in the buildin'"
I heard she's inside of the building
You stuck inside suckin' toxic, and it's killin'
Tell them they don't get you out of there, and I will kill them
Remember when we met, but I can't remember when we meet
Late at night, I fight with my sheets
Our bond's too strong for disagreements
Heart got no code and no alarm, I hope you tight inside my arm
Just wan' say I'm here to stay
My love ain't change for with the seasons
Patek Phillipe on top of my arm
Got me like Jeezy the way you blew me away
Ain't nobody safe, ain't no time to play
Huh, I'm gon' confiscate, got to concentrate grind through the pain
Fight with the sheets, nightly they never gon' tell
Long as you beside me, how the Hell I will fail?
Lost feelings in the streets under light
They can never prove us wrong, I can never prove 'em right
They said, "There's a fire in the buildin'"
I heard she's inside of the building
You stuck inside suckin' toxic, and it's killin'
Tell them they don't get you out of there, and I will kill them
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7L02DE8CI6s1BKGmq60xdH | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rage | (Who made this shit? taytay made the beat)
♪
Tell me you care
That you ain't walkin' out and gon' leave me all lonely
I'm dressed in Supreme, I'm lookin' so clean
That's another reason that these hoes be on me
Hop up in your Bentley, girl
Drivin' crazy like you got all the money
I stay updated, my Balenci', my mama
Buy Bentayga for my girl, my honey
And I keep it one-hundred
They don't wanna see us ball, no way
I got it dressed up, let it show, that's my business
And they don't love us, no way
I don't care what they say, both days I got paid
You gon' catch me dodgin' these sentence
My love life is a rage
She know that she don't like my new ho, she hold me tight
I like, just what you like
I know what the people like
I know that she know right, but, she get high, gon' treat me right
I know how to ease her mind, soon as I go up inside
We clean in this bitch (ooh)
Smack on her ass and I tell her, you're bad
Let's lay and watch movies, don't worry 'bout a bag
Turn around for me and just arch your back
Save that head just for last, I'ma get it up fast
See, I Fendi my jacket, Givenchy my pants
Let the bitch buy 'em all, she ain't pick out nothin'
Fuck blogs, what these hoes do, just remember what I told you
They gon' hate all back and they supposed to
Laid back watchin' t.v while I'm sippin' on lean, goin' through my phone too
I just ordered Valentino and brand new Supreme, and she wanted some too
She know that she don't like my new ho, she hold me tight
I like, just what you like
I know what the people like
I know that she know right, but, she get high, gon' treat me right
I know how to ease her mind, soon as I go up inside (I'm gon' keep it one-hundred)
They don't wanna see us ball, no way
I got it dressed up, let it show, that's my business
And they don't love us, no way
I don't care what they say, both days I got paid
You gon' catch me dodgin' these sentence
My love life is a rage
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40ItIZwXkxD7Vg6P0CAs93 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Just Like Me | (Pipe that shit up TnT)
Got the same Balenci's like me
Oh, I know you like me
Oh, whoa, yeah
I'm sipping codeine (uh), know I like yo' body
Got a new deal, I'm real big, I'm exotic
Bought a new Bentley, now she big girl drivin'
All the girls be on me (they on me)
But, you know that I watch it, I barely fuck 'round with these hoes
I been tellin' her, I'm chillin' with my bros
I sit back tryin' get top from this ho, and he tryna go do him the same
Beat that case, then I trap in the court
Eight-hundred K on a new plain jane
Stop the car, let the bros bang with the flame
They know where I'm from and they know how I came
Lil' shawty go dumb, and it fuck with my brain
Lil' shawty go down, and it drive me insane (wow)
Now I see you got the same Balenci's like me
Oh, I know you like me
Okay, you cute, I see
She be thinking she out-stylin' me, whoa
She dressin' her shit up inside of Chanel, CELINE, I'm puttin' it on
Richard Mille just sittin' on top of her arm, but don't cost more than my AP (wow)
Lick on that girl, I'm cleanin' her bowel
She came for the drip
Now she tryna take a good sip of lean of that dark
This shit here, that kick for real, it's dope
I tell you, my nigga, it's dope (my nigga, it's dope)
Wait, put down that smoke and pick up yo' pole, I think I hear knocks at the door
Yeah, they be on all that lame shit and I don't even care 'bout that (don't even care about it)
I'ma smoke, get high and buy hella clothes
I might just buy lil' shawty a bag
Designer drugs, I got someone girl
Got her geeked up, she don't usually do drugs
Just kick your feet up, I don't go to no clubs, yeah
I'm sipping codeine (uh), know I like yo' body
Got a new deal, I'm real big, I'm exotic
Bought a new Bentley, now she big girl drivin'
All the girls be on me (they on me)
But you know that I watch it, I barely fuck 'round with these hoes
I been tellin' her, "I'm chillin' with my bros"
I just talked to my father through the phone
I just paid me like five for my home, mm
I need me three bad bitches walkin' 'round in they thong
I need new VLone, huh, tell that ho, "Put that shit on" (put it on)
Send her outside but she come back with bags, and then, I put that shit on
I want that ass to pick up that phone
All my niggas outside get it on
Can't get no pass, tote it up under my jacket
My necklace, my fingers, they glowin'
These lil' niggas mad, I ain't get it loud on one night
I had to go walk through the storm
I'm keepin' my flag, you already know that I'm right
Got my brother's name on my left arm
I'm sipping codeine (uh), know I like yo' body
Got a new deal, I'm real big, I'm exotic
Bought a new Bentley, now she big girl drivin'
All the girls be on me (They on me)
But you know that I watch it, I barely fuck 'round with these hoes
I been tellin' her, I'm chillin' with my bros
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3IYJlal3AW4uFQJtcLdp3O | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ride Me | Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Scalez)
Mm-mm, huh
It ain't no bitch I need, heh
But you the type I want, huh
So baby, come fuck with me, huh
So baby, come wipe me down (wipe me down)
She knew Chinese, soon as I let her take a puff my strong
She gon' ride me, on my jet all way back to my home
I ain't nothin' like your last
I'ma make sure that you stay with a bag
Hol' on, come here, where you takin' my ass?
Santa hats in my backpack (pack)
In the streets, they hear me and they tryna steal my Hermès swag
I'll leave a Hemi for a GT Bent'
She wanna fuck with a view
I'm takin' her down on a balcony
I know to her friend wan' fuck on me too
I always knew that these hoes would be after me
I am a G (I am a G)
Pull up with brand-new red bitch, regular key
Glock in my RTA jeans, your ho wanna fuck on a nigga
Gotta know, I don't fuck with these niggas
Keep a gun, I might buss at these niggas
Got a bitch with a fat ass, ain't takin' no Perc's, said she only be fuckin' with jiggas
Get that check, go berserk, yeah, I pull up in a vert, yeah
I'm fucked up with these bitches, they gettin' so high, I'm startin' to think that I'm scared
I got all the bitches, want 'venture my ride, but cannot, they ain't givin' head
I could fly to Paris, my swag from France
And I might just get fresh 'fore I lay in the bed
I put that shit on
I got that Raf on while I'm drinkin' on red (lean)
Styrofoam, wrap that shit in my flag
Bang five, so they label me fed, mm, huh
It ain't no bitch I need, heh
But you the type I want, huh
So baby, come fuck with me, huh
So baby, come wipe me down (wipe me down)
She knew Chinese, soon as I let her take a puff my strong
She gon' ride me, on my jet all way back to my home
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6HwCzNa8P25H6CZ2pZXNW7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Not My Friend | (Okay, TK)
♪
Uh, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, uh, Top
Yeah
Tell her, "Pull up to the show"
I know she gon' fuck for sure
Huh, she probably gon' fuck my bro
Huh, I buy out all the stores
And I buy out all the clothes
For to put that shit on in front of her friends
Babygirl, you're not my friend (Huh)
Babygirl, let's make ends
I'm not finna shake yo' hand
I just wanna beat yo' back in
My styrofoam double
Rick Owen my jacket
They both off of Codeine
She wanna get on it
You know that I'm focused
I get that ho loaded
I got Wok', I got trish
Gotta know that's my bitch, I promote her
Added up 'round this bitch, fucked the total
Do the dash in this bitch, blow the motor
I jump out with that stick, toe to toe
From the back with that ho, I'm a soldier
I'm not givin' up none of my money
I'm not lettin' none of them fuck me over
I been runnin' up hundreds up, mama
I ain't never forgot that I owe you (Yeah)
Come from bad to doin' good
It ain't perfect but understood
I got to be thankful for that blessin'
Designer clothes
Now, I got the finest hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls
I might as well send the bitch roses
Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Yeah (Ah)
I say, "I might as well buy this bitch roses"
Told the management send a bitch roses, wherever she was
Come in that red, that's blood
You know that my Five, lil' nigga, do not call me, "Cuz"
Don't try me and fuck up my buzz
I buy her that bag, I make sure she stay with a bag
I fuck that bag up with that girl
Can't never go sad
Pop out with that Glock on they ass
I know that you're lovin' me, girl
Uh, yeah
Know that you're lovin', know that you're lovin' me, girl
Know that you love me, know that you love me
I know that you're lovin' me, girl
Uh-uh, oh, oh
She'll do it right now on these seats, yeah
She want Chanel and CC, yeah
She want it now, uh
To all the niggas I meet, yeah
Never gon' tell what you see, man
Know that that type of shit turnin' out bad
Girl, you're too bad
Hardbody, Patek
They disrespectin', we ain't goin' for that
And you know you call me then I'm runnin' for that
Hope inside that girl I'm wishin' a well
Roxanne on my mattress and I'm feelin' my jacket
I'm exposin' this shit and these niggas gon' steal
Nigga, you're cappin'
Lil' mama a hottie, she like how I rock it (Uh-uh)
Go tell them to stack it, I put that Amiri on top of Camari
Inside my home, I got a store, I got these classes
I got the whole damn department
She want the drugs that I'm on
I looked right at that bitch and paused it
Designer clothes
Now, I got to find these hoes
Now, I got a foreign, it's Rolls
I might as well send a bitch roses
Yeah, I said, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
Yeah (Ah)
I say, "I might as well buy the bitch roses"
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152q6Hp25kTblLAMMSv4pa | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Mini Me | (Damn, Font, you saucin')
♪
Now let's get it on, these niggas some hoes
These niggas my clones, they be stealin' my clothes
Nigga, fuck what you think, long as my bitch with me
Rockin' the latest clothes and she gettin' fitted with me (D-Roc)
And all these niggas my mini-me's
Make your ho do whatever I say, she gon' do anything that I think
Hol' up, all the Top haters thought they finished me
I know that they block the swag, you know they gon' cop it
These niggas be judgin', makin' sure that I keep clean watches
Not givin' a fuck, I don't give a fuck, I'm runnin' it up, yeah
I fuck with that girl, I'm lovin' that girl, I'm turnin' her up, up
I be static and fly, I'm keepin' my gun, you know how I come, yuh
I be hidin' that iron while back of the ride, while drippin' in Saint Laurent
I always knew that them vultures pull up in them Christian's gon' hit when that fame come
I could play with your bitch with both of my nails
I tell them niggas, "I ain't changin' nothin'"
Man, fuck these lil' niggas, I'm richer, my bank account bigger
Don't fuck with that motto, I'm picky with polish
Fuck wit' it, I like it, not needin' no styler
And you know that I dig it, I'm feelin' yo' body
And all these niggas my clones, uh
I put that switch on the bitch, and I'm sendin' his lil' ass home
You know that I gotta be geeked in this bitch
I get high as I can, I geek up with the bitch
She never once know I broke up with her friend
My jewelry, it come from a national brand
My blood, they know I'm the bomb, say, "Damn"
Now let's get it on, these niggas some hoes
These niggas my clones, they be stealin' my clothes
Nigga, fuck what you think, long as my bitch with me
Rockin' the latest clothes and she gettin' fitted with me
And all these niggas my mini-me's
Make your ho do whatever I say, she gon' do anything that I think
Hol' up, all the Top haters thought they finished me
I know that they block the swag, you know they gon' cop it
These niggas be judgin', makin' sure that I keep clean watches
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5KMRIyeFdvQM6WbVQlT8FB | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Clear | Goddamn, BJ made another one
I come through the door
I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' ho, and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a four for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have me, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real
That's a Audi, this Hemi mount up in the clear (Mount up)
Damn, bitch want me to turn her on to my swag (My swag)
Poppin' these seals, and I'm poppin' these tags
Popped at that nigga, I popped his ho
Shoot at them niggas, and pullin' off fast
Said that I put a new tag on his toe
Know that I'll buy a new bag for the ho
Know that I'll buy a new Jag' on the road
Know that I'll buy PT for my bros
Whole PT, drink all night long
Geek, not sleep don't call my phone
Tell that ho, leave me alone
She stick on my sidе if I'm right or wrong
She'll never leave me, ohh
They know that I turn up, I turn up
I walk in, you know I'm the freshest
Been hustlin' from sundown to the sun up
Know these niggas gon' die, they tried pressin'
No interview, no I do not do no press
With that money, been liftin', look like I been pressin'
I'm likin' her figure I love her complexion
You know that I dig it, I say that she sexy
Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (With long hair)
Go dumb on that hoe, I turn up on that ho
I go buy and put VVS stones on that ho
I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?"
I come through the door
I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I'm clean in the snow, hoppin' down on yo' ho and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a four for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have me, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real
That's a Audi, this Hemi mount up in the clear
I get her whenever I want her
She know for a fact that I'm on her
They play and I'm leavin' shit dead on the corner
At your house, up in traffic, where ever they catch you lil' nigga
Youngin' up the Glizzy tryna bone 'em
Tryna fuck her it's fuck you lil' nigga
Know we tryn' put you up with your niggas
Shoot your body, and knock out your liver
Yeah, bad bitch, young, wild, with long hair (With long hair)
Go dumb on that hoe, I turn up on that ho
I go buy and put VVS stones on that ho
I might Wrangler the Jeep, take Maybach to the store
I keep factory on, with Forgiato
They lookin' for YoungBoy like "Where's Waldo?"
I come through the door
I walk through the door, I turn up for real (I turn up for real)
I'm clean in the snow
Hoppin' down on yo hoe, and you know how that is
Gotta pour me a four for to clean out my grill
You catch up, you can have me, she found me for real
Run it up, I been havin', I count up for real
That's a Audi, this Hemi mount up in the clear
♪
Goddamn, BJ made another one
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6W2pbOt3TdsYWJVNDQxSzD | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Groovy | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah
(DMac on the fuckin' track)
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, ooh
I got it on right now
I don't see why the fuck they be tryna act like I ain't that thing (they know, they know)
When they already know how I been holdin' these Ms
When they know we left opps dead soon as we see 'em (they know)
Takin' care from the North to the jail (ah, ah, ah)
From the cell to the house that's sittin' on top of the hill (bitch, let's get it)
Come and see how I live, bitch, what? (What?)
Come check it out 'fore you ready to talk (what? What?)
I got these foreigns that's sittin' in row (ah)
Whole lot of plaques that's goin' down my wall
I got some shit that I'm waitin' to put on
I got designer I ain't never worn
I just got me some shit I'ma mix with VLONE
Ain't no stealin' my drip (ain't no stealin' my drip)
Tell these niggas "Don't trip", 'cause I got it on me
Ain't no sense for to live if you ain't thinkin' clear
'Cause you're bound to get killed if you run up on me (on me)
I went just from bummy, now I got a whole lotta money
Keep me a fat ass real bad bitch
Got a whole lotta kids, and I stack it up for 'em
These people be talkin' 'bout me like they know me
And I got that condo buildin', Aston Martin
And I never stay once, so never catch me foldin'
I got tricks and techniques like I'm on all or nothin'
Shawty a freak inside of the sheets
She turnin' a whole Chanel in the water (what?)
Look at my neck and my wrist, it's a faucet
Bitch, I'm way too saucy, and somewhere unbothered
Hold on, ooh, you ain't never met a slime like this before
Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before
Hold on, ooh, pay for a lotta shit, can't pronounce most of these clothes
I had more than three, can't pronounce some of my hoes
And I come and get jiggy (and I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters, that's my bros
I jumped out fly as shit from out her Bentley, huh?
These niggas be likin' my clothes (they cray)
These niggas be likin' my hoes (they cray)
Your ho wanna stay in my home (they cray)
This ho wanna fuck in the Rolls
Got hit on top of the McLaren
My stylist be stuntin' me up, feelin' lovely
Don't know where it started, it got me like "Damn"
Ain't no taxin' the rich, and that is including me (me)
Get 'round the bases and beat Uncle Sam
You be talkin' that shit, but you know who I am
Try me, die in this bitch, tell whoever I dare 'em (what?)
Whip out my - and lil' shawty said "Damn"
I'm richer than Richard, ain't playin' with you mean
See, I ran it up quickly, that's sixty somethin' million
Inside one deal, gotta know that it's given
I got your bitch up inside where I live
Helpin' me pick out clothes, I give her the business
So many, they thinkin' I'm pimpin', I switch 'em out
Like I be changing my linen out
Hit your bitch, like bowlin' ball (baow)
I'ma slid the 'Vette and the bitch all-black
Abercombie denim, real rockstar nigga swag
You can lean too hard, you gon' get your ass smashed (baow)
Nissan on the skyline, ridin' on track
Shoot you from the back, then I paint my nails red
'Cause it be the same color as my flag
You ain't never met a slime like this before
Hold on, ooh, she ain't never had a nigga buy her this before
Hold on, ooh, pay for a lotta shit, can't pronounce most of these clothes
I had more than three, can't pronounce some of my hoes
And I come and get jiggy (and I come and get jiggy)
I get groovy on these hoes, whole lot of sticks with me
All these shooters, that's my bros
I jumped out fly as shit from out her Bentley, huh?
These niggas be likin' my clothes (they cray)
These niggas be likin' my hoes (they cray)
Your ho wanna stay in my home (they cray)
Damn, that's crazy
That's crazy, bro
These niggas be likin' my clothes, they be tryna steal the swag
And these niggas like my hoes, like
Damn, that's crazy, that's cray
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19kjy1ka0n0qfr9SeIViwy | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Same Thang | (President, President, President)
Mmm, go
Mmm (this Top, lil' nigga)
I know for sure that both of our hearts on the same thang
Fell in love, I started lovin' you, then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a ring
Anythin' for you to know you poppin', I got you
Fuck these lames, they watchin'
Fuck all these hoes, they jockin'
They gon' try to steal the swag, gotta watch it
Hunnid-grand for the car, then I buy it
Switchin' lanes in the foreign, big body
Tell them people they don't know one thing about this, ooh
Fucked up 'bout somethin', and it's written on my face
Each every day, I decide to buy you diamonds
I love you so deeply, don't care what they say
Fuck with you strongly, if you need it, I pop it
I'll private jet wherever you at, I'ma fly it out
I'ma find out the issue, I called, what you cryin' 'bout?
Medusa-like snakes so I fuck with Versace
We could go with Ferrari or just do Maserati
Same thing, shawty, she be on the same thing
Plain Jane everything
Name rang, then some pain came
Makin' sure that girl keep her sane
Fuck what they talkin', let 'em throw out slangs
I'm ballin', they jealous so they wantin' me framed
I say, "Fuck 'em," you know she say, "Fuck 'em"
I know for sure that both of our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin' you, then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a ring
Anythin' for you to know you poppin', I got you
Fuck these lames, they watchin'
Fuck all these hoes, they jockin'
They gon' try to steal the swag, gotta watch it
Hunnid-grand for the car, then I buy it
Switchin' lanes in the foreign, big body
Tell them people they don't know one thing about this, ooh
Diamonds they glistenin', bring all of your friends
You know they wan' fuck on your nigga, let's do it
You they want all of this shit, they'll do it
Know you shouldn't've left out of this crib and they knew it
And the moment they laugh in your face 'cause you blew it
Hunnid racks for my bae on designer, I blew it
True Religion when we ridin' on a horse, she the truest
(She one of them, I got it that way)
Balenci' her boots, for her swag when it's snowin'
I'ma fly that girl 'round the whole world like a tourist
(Balenciaga for the boots when it's snowin', fly that girl 'round the whole world like a tourist)
When you land, you just hit me and say where you goin'
I'm gettin' full of that drank while you doin' what you doin'
I know for sure that both of our hearts on the same thing
Fell in love, I started lovin' you, then things changed
Abused my heart, I picked my trust, I spent one million on a ring
Anythin' for you to know you poppin', I got you
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6jHDoAVBVkrrGO1XEvkgiS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hey Pops | Yeah
(Ayy, 1Saused, run in up, boy)
Yeah, yeah
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
Yeah, yeah
Give me that lighter
Yeah, yeah
♪
Hey pop, are you proud of me? Well, I don't care
'Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (and I got them racks, yeah)
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch
That shorty red with long hair (shorty red, with long hair)
Too G, see me passin' out opportunities (damn, so cool)
I can't believe they tried to ruin me
Hide in a penthouse, they can't see me (see me)
Now she want to change out purses, no, I don't do no leaning (no leaning)
Jacket cuero, cost like two-Gs
Too much drip for all these niggas (got too much drip for all these niggas)
I'm too sauced up on these women
And I don't talk much, 'cause this shit serious
I'm focused on winning, I don't no bendin'
Bags of packs, when this shit get weary
Black my chain and I black my earring
I got a stylist, stylin' me in all this shit, Dior and McQueens
Yeah, this jacket tough, Givenchy jeans (yeah)
I done dated my soul, they gon' give it up
Everybody clap for Raf Simons, yeah (for Raf Simons)
Gotta thank him that I got this mask on me (on me), flyest opp
I'm the flyest opp, so I match my outfit with this Glock
Soon as I bring my clothes out, these niggas be swag-jackin' my style
Ain't gon' turn these hoes down 'cause I got them on swag-pack right now
You took my Louis, bitch, I need my bag back right now (yeah)
I been feedin' her too good, I got that ass fat right now
Inside 30-thousand, bitch, I keep the cutter long and I keep fye
She geek up and keep talkin', wouldn't be nowhere near wrong, I kick the bitch out
My life been arousing, gotta keep some hitters 'round for to knock 'em off
Hey pops, are you proud of me? (Are you proud of me) well, I don't care
'Cause now, I got a mansion and I got them racks, yeah (and I got them racks, yeah)
And I got a bad bitch, and I got that bag bitch
That shorty red with long hair (shorty red, with long hair)
I got some kids too
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5eTBBqeELbM67DaQ2l5f1Z | Quando Rondo | I Swear (feat. Lul Timm) | (Cxb, know he go crazy)
Man, this shit crazy
I can't even go to sleep without my baba
At the head of the bed, man (Nah, for real)
Huh, Dro lovin', late nights, gun bustin'
One hundred, straight thuggin', all of it
Uh, keep it tight, gun huggin', no tustle
Street life, married to the hood only
(Spacy got this sauce, hoe)
My co-defendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself
He in the cell with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don't love, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real"
My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that thе gang keep
Flowin', sippin' out the pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that thе pain keep showin' but he never act like hurt
All these bodies on my conscious,
How crazy, catch him walkin' out a party
Hop out, walk him down
Baby, I got cheddar on my noggin, my revolver out
Lasers, I got stretches, I got coffins at my mama house
They praise them all on Dida
I been thuggin' at my grandma house
Bodies, I got plenty, they won't go away
Top Shotta, I got plenty, no way, hosay
Plenty cases I done beat, who your lawyer? I'ma pay them
Undefeated in these streets, I know they plottin' just to take him
Ashes, ashes, wanna take my life
Took a gamble, everytime I'm goin' up, like, woah
Caskets, caskets, come and take a ride
Before I let 'em catch me slippin', I'll do time in the hole
You know what? Timmy,
It's time to figure out the day vouch for what real
They gon' vouch for a dollar bill
But, shit, we ballin', it ain't no, "I" in team
It's an, "E" in, "When," also, it's a, "E" in "Fuck 'em"
Oh, damn, they playin' and they takin' my soul
Off in that water, they got to know I'm wet
Don't play, shoot straight,
I'ma hit 'em with a big .38, know I keep a semi
Got plenty money, known for whackin' niggas, you ain't fuckin' with me
With this chrome jack 'til your
Death, I sleep myself, don't lay me down
Pussy ass boy, we smoked on him, keep real, he weren't even strong
They know that we pop shit, tell 'em, "I make pain songs"
When you weak,
Gon' get they top peeled, tell they mama they ain't goin' home
Spin 'em all, fuck the industry because my money long
Tryna put you straight to sleep, but, type of time you on
Dead body don't need a home
Why? Bitch, 'cause they so gone
For years they plan on zippin' me,
For years they been gettin' rolled on
My co-defendant folded on me, I can't even trust myself
He in the cell with no money, gettin' sicker in that cell
I get that picture they don't love, I'm feelin' like, "Nah, for real"
My lil' nigga told me he hungry, all he know is rob and kill
I swear, I swear that the gang keep
Flowin', sippin' out the pint, a liter
I swear, I swear that the pain keep showin' but he never act like hurt
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2otNz9CCKYQClC1wwtkhZo | Quando Rondo | It’s On | (Xclusive made this)
Uh, yeah
(J Thrash on the track)
QRN, yeah
(Ayo, Bleu)
Extendo pokin' out my jeans
Pull a kick door, all my niggas JOG (JOG)
What you in for, baby, me or all this green? (All this green)
I been rich though, since 2017 (2017)
One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (one hundred)
Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (nah, nah, nah)
Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)
Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)
Every time it's on, we ridin' all night
If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (on sight)
Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (broad day)
Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die (oh, oh, oh)
Walk in rockin' red bottoms, see 'em on my feet, huh?
You know lil' shorty really wear Robin while hoppin' on that G5
Walkеd in Amiri, spend a couple thousand, wear that shit likе Filas
Somewhere he slumped inside the project housings, we don't know how he died
I'm crunk
Two hundred twenty-five worth of syrup in the trunk (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know we gon' let it fly, do it for who? I bet you don't
Murder on my mind all the time, I know
That this might get me time, I'm a slime heart though
One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (one hundred)
Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (nah, nah, nah)
Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)
Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (grr)
Every time it's on, we ridin' all night
If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (on sight)
Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (broad day)
Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die
Yeah
Quando watch tonight you see 'em
Bet I'm finna call Lul Timm
Pop on sight, above the rim
Bitch, I got the jewels and gems
I send 'em home
Met that bitch, don't call my phone
Gangster, gangster, I get down
Bitch, make me spank you, move around
Gunsmoke town, I'm toolied down
15 slimes I roll around
15 times, I wave around
Play, I'm tryna spray shit down
Inside that chopper, seventy rounds
65 in my .223
3860, QPac, YB
Stop this bitch, let's clear the street (grrah)
One hundred hangin' out the bottom of that chopper (one hundred)
Hellcat Durango SRT, no, not the fuckin' Charger (nah, nah, nah)
Mail it back, thirty P's, I thought I said I want exotic (I want exotic)
Shell catch, hop out on the G like, "Bitch, you want a problem?" (Grr)
Every time it's on, we ridin' all night
If I ever catch you out in traffic, then it's on sight (on sight)
Know I'ma rock out with my chrome, I'm talkin' broad day (broad day)
Cuban links and caskets, come collect it, we gon' all die
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7EfgnRZozzWtsXMmbxifSA | Quando Rondo | Casket Talk | It's hot, it's hot
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
QRN
Hot, hot
(D-Roc, D-Roc)
All day, I disrespect the dead like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head? 'Cause any minute it could pop
Sleep with my heat by the bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody 'cause for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap that say, "New York"
One million dollar in my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
I got 50 racks right now (right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin' my banger
Countin' up a check right now, uh
I could get you whacked right now
I owe it all to my partner, jumped out that Hummer like a shotter
Lil' shorty gave me her number
Her folk's the opps, but I still fuck her
I'm talkin' tiptoe shit, don't make a sound, get low, then drop 'em
But really, out here, ain't got problems
No, these niggas don't like us
'Cause ain't no fightin', pistols sparkin'
I'm ridin' 'round in a striker, the VPN scraped off the bottom
We hit they block with that fire, new homicide with my AR
I'm tryna flat out four tires
Don't let that car leave off this corner
Them switches sound like a choir, once it go up, mask on, Corona
I'm on you, we gon' knock him off, off a phone call, oh, yeah
All day, I disrespect the dead like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head? 'Cause any minute it could pop
Sleep with my heat by the bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody 'cause for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap that say, "New York"
One million dollar in my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
I got 50 racks right now (right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin' my banger
Countin' up a check right now, uh
I could get you whacked right now
Bro, you know I get 'em whacked right now
Hold on, Top say, "Foul"
Nah, bring that shit back my way, penalty, you out
Now lay down, guess this nigga wanna beef behind his dog
What that smell? That's my niggas cookin' dope inside this house
Get on they trail, don't fail, you catch 'em, then you spray 'em
We duck from 12
We bring 'em hell, watch how they stare, they looks prevail
Watch what you sell
He a rapper slayer, he just wanna kill 'em 'bout that dissin'
We got blocks for sale, he put plenty of money in that kitchen
This Bentley not for sale, he say he ain't Dennis, but a menace
Hold on, keep that pistol, fuck the system
Pour that drank in, lean I'm sippin'
All day, I disrespect the dead like, "Fuck the opps"
Why I keep one in the head? 'Cause any minute it could pop
Sleep with my heat by the bed, can't let 'em do me like I'm Pac
No, I ain't trustin' nobody 'cause for that guap, location drop
I'm talkin' one hundred thousand, you catch him, stretch him on his block
Call me Christopher Wallace, blue fitted cap that say, "New York"
One million dollar in my wallet, I'm in the kitchen cookin' drop
I'm hearin' rumors they comin', but I ain't worried, hurry up
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' gangster
I got 50 racks right now (right now, right now)
A couple killers in the back right now
New Double R, grippin' my banger
Countin' up a check right now, uh
I could get you whacked right now
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1e43EiKvkOWdVpPlSu81qs | Quando Rondo | Give Me A Sign | (SephGotTheWaves)
(Bankroll Got It)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign" (I say, "Lord, give me a sign")
Show mercy, when it's time (show mercy, when it's time)
Between the feds and the bitch niggas want me dead
I don't know if I should quit and kill 'em all instead (kill 'em all)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign" (give me a sign)
Show mercy, when it's time (show mercy, when it's time)
Between the feds and the bitch niggas want me dead
I don't know if I should quit and kill 'em all instead (kill 'em all)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign"
Spoke on this shit so many times, but now I'm speakin' the real
This shit I'm puttin' in my rhymes really the life that I live
You'll have some niggas tryna test you just to see what's the deal
Then I be dammed, it really happened, now a rapper got killed
It broke my heart seein' my nigga get hit up with that steel
On top of that, get hit with murder for protectin' his crib
I'm dropping tears 'bout my career, but I can't trip, I'm a soldier
I seen so many people change to a dark place, I grew closer
I'm lookin' over my shoulder hopin' that I'ma grow older
I know I gotta stay focused, I'm in the studio loaded
I'm leanin' hard off this codeine, hope I don't wake in the mornin'
My grandma told me I'm chosen, I'm startin' to think that she joking
You know that life is a gamble, so I look at it like poker
It still ain't shit I can't handle, that why I copped a new Rollie
Just me, my girl and my hammer, they left me out on my lonely
Speak on my life, but don't know me
I need a sign that say, "Lonely"
I say, "Lord, give me a sign" (I say, "Lord, give me a sign")
Show mercy, when it's time (show mercy, when it's time)
Between the feds and the bitch niggas want me dead
I don't know if I should quit and kill 'em all instead (kill 'em all)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign" (give me a sign)
Show mercy, when it's time (show mercy, when it's time)
Between the feds and the bitch niggas want me dead
I don't know if I should quit and kill 'em all instead (kill 'em all)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign"
'Cause I know this the wrong route that I chose
Let it flow, row your boat, I'm in and out of court, po' control
I'm dealin' with these hoes
Tryna pop a top with the bitches hot, nigga hit my brother with that pole
Real loner, mom, I lost my soul, I like to be alone
Keep a burner on me
But you know just how it is if I don't make it home
House arrest, still chasin' checks
Fuck my ex, she brought me stress
Sneaky bitch out havin' sex
How the fuck I'm 'posed to cope with that?
Try hard not to lose my mind
Tryna find a way, just me and my guys
Blackball and wanna see us down 'cause Timm get dirty with that iron
Quando know I'm really slime
I don't talk, but that bitch know who is I
Doin' bad at times, I cry
Hit my knees, send prayers to the sky
I'm a soldier, that's what I told 'em, knew I'd fold 'em from the jump, boy
But this nigga still wanted us to pull his whole card
Pain from the jail boys
I'm in a Rolls-Royce, ain't no chauffeur
Success, nothin' I could show for but another man blood
I say, "Lord, give me a sign" (I say, "Lord, give me a sign")
Show mercy, when it's time (show mercy, when it's time)
Between the feds and the bitch niggas want me dead
I don't know if I should quit and kill 'em all instead (kill 'em all)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign" (give me a sign)
Show mercy, when it's time (show mercy, when it's time)
Between the feds and the bitch niggas want me dead
I don't know if I should quit and kill 'em all instead (kill 'em all)
I say, "Lord, give me a sign"
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5NQsXZW6E3t46OVlnLwKcD | Quando Rondo | Want Me Dead | You know that all blue be her diamond ring
Lil' shorty, she the finest thing
Ah, ah
Oh (QRN)
I heard a nigga want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me
So much dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it
Ha, got my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that's my cleanin' shorty
I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains
No, baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles
Ha, my favorite opp dead
Sister talk too much, no, I don't like the bitch
Lul Timmy rolled her brother up
Got stepped on in some Nike kicks
Up and swing that cutter 'round and hit 'em and his wife and kids
Jump Out Gang, my brother thuggin'
Sosa Gang some slimey niggas
Wockhardt, don't nobody drink from out my soda cup
Fuck a cop car, we gon' bend the corner, hold on, bust 'em up
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
Claymore by his door up, got to blow him up
Aha, I don't see shit funny, we stepped on your brother
Steady steppin', steady flexin'
Come and up the score, Lil' Double O tote Smith & Wesson
Whole hundred shots missed at the show
Y'all niggas must be fuckin' cappin'
I'm smokin' za pack out the O
He was a stepper, but got stepped on
That other rapper his big bro
It's been a year, we still ain't vanished
I made three hundred off of dope
Ain't did a show, but I'm still havin'
Fuck 300, TK4, that's what I'm reppin', spell it backwards
Extension pokin' out my clothes
Y'all niggas know it ain't no lackin'
I'm in the 'Nolia with them smackers
I heard a nigga want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me
So much dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it
Ha, got my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that's my cleanin' shorty
I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains
No, baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles
Look, I keep my eye right on the timer
Quando, your mama like my mama
Got beaucoup choppers for some problems
Point 'em out, I'll stop 'em, I'm the dada, nigga
I pick up my Bible, I'm like, "Father, I got trauma"
I caught cases with my partners
And got the industry wantin' to knock a nigga
I'm gon' get my poles out, you gon' get your hoes out
"Go kill 'em," what they told us, we murder somethin'
Niggas steady claimin' they gon' do us somethin'
Know anyway it go with us
Youngin out his mind, he tryna fuck with somethin'
Know they bitch gon' be deep when we meet
Standoff, let's see, we spray the shit
Wait, they leave on side the East
Up close, they blow, tryna face the clique
AI YoungBoy, know I go hard, strictly on that murder shit
Fuck that rap boy, for our hit squad, tryna zip another bitch
Bloodshed when that thirty hit
See your ass, they swervin' shit
GOJ, who gon' die today? That's 4KT, I know you heard of this
38, real gang baby from the dog pen
All day talkin' no asthma, never get exhausted
I heard a nigga want me dead, huh? Well, come and see about me
So much dope inside this rental, you can't see from out it
I keep that heat, one in the head, huh? We left 'em bleedin' 'bout it
Ha, got my rachet bitch, Miss Connie, that's my cleanin' shorty
I told my jit you get a cut, buy chains
No, baby, I can't see you through these Ray-Ban frames
It smell like pee, you smokin' dope all on the stage
You know that all blue my vehicles
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4SsmPapFY7YgQsJqc9ftQi | Quando Rondo | Cream Soda | Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's your boy Quando and I woke up this morning
With all this cash money, I got all this cash on me
New money, blue money, I'm tired (I'm tired)
I don't know why I tried her (why I tried her)
Said I'ma fuck her one time, then I hit again (oh)
Turning pennies to a dime, I just hit the licks (QRN)
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer
A milli', that ain't nothin' to me, I ran that shit up more than once
I'm really, really from the streets and ain't nobody put me on
I like my bitches like my cars, I swear to God that all 'em foreign
My closet worth about two hundred, Amiri sneaks, I never wore 'em
Bad bitch just like Lauren London, shop inside designer stores
Clean up crew, we do our chores, I count up blues every time I'm bored
All blue the Aventador, make that shit say, "Neighborhood"
I can make a ten or four, just break 'em down and sell 'em whole
We get 'em in and get 'em gone, your bitch like how I put it on
On a molly when she hangover, I came from catchin' sales on corners
Digi scales in California, go to jail, they try to clone you
Play for keeps, we put you under, AMG like fuck a Honda
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer
Vince Carter, left his whole damn arm in the rim (arm in the rim)
Wrist water, I bet I could fuck Ms. Parker, she a ten (she a ten)
Different colored bitches, sorty like Crayola, I could pick (I could pick)
Road to riches, throw that Benz right off in sport mode, let it hit (skrrt)
Nowadays, jump off the porch and need a glizzy with a switch (grrah)
Cartiers, I could see the hate, they know I'm super rich (I'm super rich)
Broad day with no license plates, we rock out with them sticks (bah)
Broadway worth 'bout fifty K, you play, I'll send a blitz
Rod Wave, I'm dyin' in these Cuban links, that's off the rip (that's off the rip)
I know they hate to see me shinin', I'm just tryna pay the bills (tryna pay the bills)
Purple baby, my lil' homies thuggin', thunder off the hip (they off the hip)
"Fuck you, pay me," that's the motto, homie, Glocks, extended clips
The Dr. Pepper cream soda got lil' woadie on them double cups
20 bags of OGs, hit the road and make it double up
I did this by my lonely, on my own, I had to level up
Trap out with my OG, cookin' yola, run the cheddar up (skrrt)
Cash out on a Rollie, wrist so frozen, I could change the weather
Audemars was golden, no corona, that shit sick as fuck
Pass her to the homie like I'm Romo, damn, she thick as fuck
I done cashed out on so many cars, I need a Bentley truck
Man down, I might cash out on your body, youngin hit him up
Bands, I pop a tag for my Versace and Balenci' runners
Bad bitch look like Kash Doll, she's a hottie just like Meg' Thee Stallion
Stylist got me runnin' 'round the lobby, Mike Amiri flyer
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5fCfeDdlUIn1na7v50pa4B | Quando Rondo | No Mercy | Doo, doo, doo
Uh, uh, yeah (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut her off
Once I hit, she get passed to my brother them (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just like some Skittles
With two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga
Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin' that
I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (brrt)
I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask
I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
When you shoot, ain't no runnin', we dumpin' back
Fifty shots in the drum when we up the mag'
Just to make sure we slump 'em, we gon' double back
Bitch, I come from the slums, out the can, Savannah
My lil' murdered one in the new Atlanta
Swear they say on my head it's a hundred racks
I even got smoke with my own kind
If I tell 'em, your chain get snatched
Who the fuck you been talkin' to? I'm just askin'
Nigga, y'all got my number, but makin' captions
Nigga, since when these niggas been oversteppin'?
Boy, it's up in the air, I ain't givin' passes
Paranoid everywhere, so I keep a ratchet
Bet that cutter gon' make 'em flip, acrobatic
I just buried a hunna inside the casket
Treat my bitch like a Barbie, just bought her plastic
If you don't like me, let me know
Boy, you know that you a ho
Big check like Nike, that's for sure
But yeah, this pipe still in for sure
Before this music shit
I ain't care 'bout money, I was shootin' shit
I don't care 'bout who you is
Your dude a snitch, these niggas know my crew legit
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut her off
Once I hit, she get passed to my brother them (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just like some Skittles
With two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga
Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin' that
I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (brrt)
I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask
I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
Don't do no kickin', gotta get it
I'm tryna get all of my niggas from out of the trenches
I gave her racks for some game
I cover her up in Dior, but mostly, it's Fendi
My bitch be walkin' around with a million
I take her wrist and I set Richard Mille
Look at the diamonds, her bracelet's tennis
Told you to tell 'em it's gon' be a killin'
Really rich, fuck nemesis, I'm the villain
I spent your whole label deal on my Bentley
I tell it right how it is, killers, they keepin' it real
I'm returnin' them with it
Already know how I'm is
One of them niggas gon' die when I come to the city
Four-door matte Jag' with a sack
Got the strap on his ass, nigga play, let it clap, get back
Playin' with the bag, out the flap, it's a wrap
Let it bang at his cap 'til his ass get smashed
From the hotel, we go pick up them bitches
Turn off her phone, she don't know where we at
Loaded gun, tell her, "Leave me 'lone"
I'm the one holdin' them racks
I'm the one flooded with cash
But once you get high with it, it'll never come back
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan (uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut her off
Once I hit, she get passed to my brother them (uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just like some Skittles
With two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your lil' nigga
Y'all boys ain't no killers, I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin' that
I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked in the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag (brrt)
I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with a mask
I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
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