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1xcBt4CfCbbMlemsLcWhfG | Quando Rondo | Loaded | Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(17)
(D-Roc)
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said
I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
Young-ass nigga with a whole lot of money
Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin'
Young bad bitch at the table with somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded off ganja
AP, half a ticket on me, new bitch, quarter mil' on her
My lean, don't touch my cup
That's your bitch? I don't want her
B say, "Trust and don't love no ho"
I be in all type of shit that they don't know
Nine sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I copped came with turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten niggas with me, tryna do it at the Conoco
Rosary my whole arm, so
Hatin'-ass nigga tryna double back and backdoor
If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though
You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro
Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so
So I'ma get the money 'til I'm gone, that's how that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones
I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you knowin' that I'm at it 'til they head all gone
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said
I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
New chick and lil' shorty eighteen
With a new AP rose gold, my bitch
Got a beam on the glizzy, got a beam on the stick
Eight racks total on a Balmain fit
Say a nigga want smoke, let me call my nigga
Money comin' by the load, U-Haul got bigger
Plenty my friends, they done came through the backdoor
Slidin' out a Benz, on the block you sell crack, ho
Straight tens, she basic
Exotic my whips, X rated
In the project with some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin'
Really in the field like an Oakland Raider
Out the Caddy, he be rippin' the Uzi
Get a mattress, we gon' fill it with groupies
Hundred shots out the clip, make a movie
Matte black Hellcat with the toolie
Get your hat back 'fore you say you gon' do me
Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass
Who died? I'm in love with her red ass
Grimy lil' nigga, gon' empty the whole mag
Such a slimy lil' nigga, in love with a low rag
Fuck all that dissin', boy, come and get your bro back
If shorty be missin', nigga, come get your ho back
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said
I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
(17)
(D-Roc)
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0075lF6RqqnIm7qNMpdUwu | Quando Rondo | Trophies | (Cxb, know he go crazy)
One time, one time, send it up to the savior (Hey, DVOSK)
Uh
(Yo, vicky)
Oh
One time send a prayer to the savior
This for my nigga locked in prison, or the one in the graveyard (Oh)
Inshallah, can you do me a favor?
Open my eyes so I can separate the real from the fake ones (Yeah)
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket, if they catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is
Baby girl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy
California reppin', independent, pistol slangin', I'm bangin'
To the day I die, you know I'm in it, until then, I maintain it
I tote that fire
Peezy a trapper, fifty-five for a painkiller
He don't comply, he got to die
You see that rapper, I stained him
Three-hundred-thousand up in twenties
Who go the hardest? We catch him
Cxb, he record me like a artist, met that boy up in Texas
Pab tryna dodge these RICO charges like Young Thug
That my best friend
Bitch, I'm a problem and I promise, you gon' leave on a stretcher
And I just wanna rock this size, from Miami to Texas
Plain Jane Rollie on my wife, I spent a buck on a neckless
Say, "Lil' whoadie, I'm just grindin', tryna run me a check up"
He spent six-figures on her body back-to-back, she next up
Check how I kick it, new Reebok tennis
We send a blessin' to the sky before we load up and spin it
Big Smith & Wesson on my side, you trust somebody, you silly
Shit, I'm a ticket, if they catch me they collectin' a million
Stupid decisions got my nigga doin' ten up in prison
We was born to take a fall, that's just the color our skin is
Baby girl, I need you on my side just from the way that I'm livin'
I'm in my aunty Freda house, I'm poppin' Perkys, prescripted
I poured a half a liter out, and then this song got invented
Unc' said, "Don't pull that heater out unless you shootin' to kill it"
I'm livin' life just like a rockstar
I could never plead the fifth if I'm guilty
All these bodies on my conscious got me feelin' like Timmy
You know, I ain't
I ain't really trippin' on this shit that they call life
You know 'cause we live to die, you know?
You know, I'ma die filthy rich though, you know? Fuck 'em
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1o4elOklox9ALfR65GTCGO | Quando Rondo | Keep Me Dry | My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say to see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't want let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
"Hey sir", "How you doin', young man?"
"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"
And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right
Here to smoove out my brudda
I miss my cousin, I slept in a bed wit' 'em
I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran wit' 'em
I keep my fam' wit' me, 'cause you know I don't fuck wit' niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, Poppin' Drugs, Takin' Gasoline
And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah
Wit' li' Jordan tryna steal a 40, now my nigga dead
Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day
I hope that she can comprehend me
My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say to see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't want let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
In the trenches, prolly where I feel the safest at
We've been broke up for a minute, baby take me back
I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back
Two extensions in my rental if he 80 racks
High speed in the banshee
I done been to ten this week and that's a damn shame
Tryna keep my mama off the streets, but she's so damaged
It's like my heart now skipped a beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (mm)
I'm traumatized from homicides, dem murder one be the victims
Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up 60, my nigga
They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see, beat the system
I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep wit' my pistol
My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say to see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't want let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
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68KnNQMMKN2nWmKU77Bavl | Quando Rondo | Million Dollar Kid | Oh-oh, don't let me cry (whoa, whoa)
(Why you goin' up, ReoN?)
QRN (Juvy Catcher 'bout a check), yeah
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (how?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somethin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
How many steps that's to a million dollar nigga?
The number one question that's to lil' homie in the trenches
Extensions, stocks, my Smith & Wesson on my side, it get wicked
I did some shit, it ain't no regret, I ask the Lord for forgiveness
It always happen to the ones who fake the life that they livin'
I made it happen on my own 'cause ain't no one wanna give me
I lost my cousin to this street shit, other ones to the prison
Pistols was clappin' 'bout my homie, it was either leave or get with it
Just me and Flash, I wrote a song same day he told me I'm gifted
It was either starve inside the streets, he ever since I be spittin'
I seen so much of poverty, I do this shit for my children
I ain't have a dollar for them sneaks, but always been rich in spirit
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (how?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somethin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
You just gon' leave me cryin' without no tissue?
After all we done been through, you know that I need you
I'm guessin' I'm see-through 'cause you don't see the vision or the things that I'm goin' through
Through it all, I got you
Other side, I ride too
Even though they want my mind gone
What did I do for to make my brother change?
When he was my main man
Chasin' money, totin' things
Together, we was everything
I done had a hard life, I come up out a broken home
Quando said, "Top, send me one million," forever hold him down
She ain't ever lift me up when she seen I was broken down
She supported me and supported them
I ain't mad 'cause I ain't local now
Million dollar check, million dollar nigga
Million dollar beef, million dollar hitter (uh)
Million dollar streets, million dollar system (how?)
But, I ain't have a dollar back when I was little
That money changed the ones around, somethin' that I discovered
The same ones who not around, I used to call my brothers
Dawg, how you run to the internet when you got my number?
You ever seen two million cash layin' inside a duffle?
One hundred, I promise, I ain't frontin'
Two hundred, I promise, I came from nothin'
Three hundred, told 'em I'm gon' be somethin'
Four hundred, lost it all wit' no worries
You know, man, you know I done seen so many niggas change
Like, man you know, one of my big brothers, you know, that nigga changed
Back when a nigga ain't shit like that, but fuck 'em, you know?
You know, I done lost all love for both of them niggas really
Like, how you got on a interview and talk down on the fam' like that?
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1Uhk3LaSq6DjuMGuipMBfi | Quando Rondo | At The Top | Just me and shawty
I'm a real player
I come through fresh as hell, just me and shawty (Fresh as hell)
Had to sleep inside a cell to gain some knowledge (Some knowledge)
Uh, on the phone with Top
He say he see it in the mountains (On the phone with Top, brrt)
Goin' right back on that block wit all my diamonds shinin'
Can't fuck with slime, we movin' slimey (Slime)
I can tell that everybody 'round me steady flodgin' ('Round)
Five percent the tint, no they can't see inside this Audi
I'm at the top, me and my blick, 'cause at the bottom, way too crowded
Million dollar vision, I could see it from the projects
I got the world on my shoulders
Had to spend a couple dollars
For me and my girl to get a little closer
All out the roof I'm with them shottas
And I no longer want these problems but the reaper steady callin'
I don't got no one to call
But who gon' catch me when I'm fallin'?
I hit your line, I guess you out tonight
Committin' crimes, but, all for you, bae, I be off tonight
I'm servin' Off White like I'm Pablo on the otherside
Them bullets came straight through my car door, left me traumatized
We took the plug off from Ricardo, then my cousin died
I took a bullet for my partner, will he do the same?
It's homicide, my nigga blood and he really right
No need to cry, grandma, I'm thuggin', I ain't livin' right
I knew that lovin' you was wrong, that's why I'm livin' less
Before I change on my Crip cousin, I'll get the chair
I'm not gon' stress 'bout how they love you 'til you meet your death
Until the end, I'm gon' be thuggin', I'll meet you there
I come through fresh as hell, just me and shawty (Fresh as hell)
Had to sleep inside a cell to gain some knowledge (Some knowledge)
Uh, on the phone with Top
He say he see it in the mountains (On the phone with Top, brrt)
Goin' right back on that block wit all my diamonds shinin'
Can't fuck with slime, we movin' slimey (Slime)
I can tell that everybody 'round me steady flodgin' ('Round)
Five percent the tint, no they can't see inside this Audi
I'm at the top, me and my blick, 'cause at the bottom, way too crowded
Million dollar vision, I could see it from the projects
Yeah, my brother Quando
Quando Rondo, nigga, haha
The motherfuckin' greatest
One of the greatest to ever do it
The realest at that
Forever, I know you got my back
Forever, you know I got his
Shit that my nigga, that my five, that my slime
You know I'm rollin' wit' him, that's my twin
You know this shit 'til the end
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5icCsEzLy21QQJRfrzNnjF | Quando Rondo | Heat Tucked | I got thirty in my forty and you know this shit retarded, huh
(Shout out my nigga Synco)
Uh, uh, uh
It's up, it's up
Brr
Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a Cash App
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house
7.62 and .556s, we uppin', and no, ain't no missin'
Ridin' for my ambition, ballin' on seven sixes
Lil' shawty, she got a nigga, I fuck her and call her sister
Screamin' out "Fuck the system", I'm rockin out with my niggas
S-Sosa wе up them pistols, I'm pourin' out Lean and Liquor
J-Jump-Out-Gang we thе sickest, these niggas know who official
Section 8, they can get it, and anybody who wit' 'em
Yesterday with the fifty, we hit him all in the temple
Ronald Reagan, presidential tint the window
Out of state, purple baby in my Swisher
Roddy Ricch, stick inside the box, we creep then wet 'em up
Everyday I be drippin' sauce like on the regular
Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a Cash App
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house
Just make sure that stick in reach
Play with my clique and you deceased
4trey, Dr House' cause i can't freak cause either
I be mad at hood, either hood be mad at me
But, if you ever play with the hood, we gon' beat you 'til you bleed
I put that shit on and, we go bangin' from the bleachers
Lil' homie know this paper good, he bound to stank ya for a feature
Roll up some weed, like what up wit' em
I'm blowin' Purple baby reefer
Wait, let's get this understood boy, I'm a murder baby Demon
Payback, I be sippin' monkey, from the mud like i flooded crazy on
Oh, I can whip that heater, yeah
I bought the body from Lul Timm
It's both of ours, rest in pee
Magazine and Glocks extension stocks inside my nina
Watch I do my dance, look how I walk, I got that heat tucked
Mask on, we gon' knock him off, I'm off a Cash App
I got my strap on me, I'ma drop some guap, I'm off a PayPal
Black chrome
Metal on the handle, where that kite now?
Jakiyah bring yo' ass home
Where you at? I'm tryna lay this pipe down
Last long, we gon' up the score and burn the town down
Racks on, guns and ammunition in my townhouse
Ralph Lauren, Mike Amiri denim hold my four pound
Whack somethin', we gon' send some bullets through yo' whole house
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0ShbeaG09ZGHJmVcp75APe | Quando Rondo | My Friend | I'm hustlin'
(Swerve)
Know I'm tryna
You hear me? I'm tryna keep my head on
♪
Strugglin', hustlin' tryna keep my head on
Late night sleep for nothin' thinkin' that the feds gon' come
I been tryna find my happiness by myself all alone
I been tryna find some peace, but, they don't see the time I'm on
Just wanna say, I'm thankful for you, my friend
You just know that I'm gon' keep it real on my end
To the end, I'm gon' carry on with who I am
Swerve the 'lamb like I'm Bruce Wayne
Headed to the rescue
I hear, "Wee-woo-wee-woo-wee," say the police right behind you
I keep forward, I could my dreams in my eyes
I can't lose it all right now
I'm too close to the finish line, no sense in tryin'
Nigga, don't cross that line
These niggas gon' die if they plan on takin' mine
Shawty gettin' out my house, I feel like she playin' with my mind
You better stay off the line, I told you plenty times
Better stay off of Insta and tiktok, they don't even see you mine
You know when I told you do anythin'
For ya, I don't wanna see you cryin'
I'm done with this music
Exactly what I told ya, I really don't feel I was lyin'
Stay out the way of these niggas
She paranoid, she can't handle me dyin'
Strugglin', hustlin' tryna keep my head on
Late night sleep for nothin' thinkin' that the feds gon' come
I been tryna find my happiness by myself all alone
I been tryna find some peace, but, they don't see the time I'm on
Just wanna say, I'm thankful for you, my friend
You just know that I'm gon' keep it real on my end
To the end, I'm gon' carry on with who I am
Swerve the 'lamb like I'm Bruce Wayne
Family crossed me
Heal the pain with. a hundred thousand
Like nip hussle (hussle)
They might slump me in them project housings (Brrt)
Half a kilo (kilo), fentanyl, I done overdosed on life
Came from zero (zero), I can't see myself goin' back down
I fell in love from that look in her eyes
By the chances I took, people ended up dyin'
I'm steady thinkin' the feds gon' come from
The shit that I did just to get dollar signs
Hustlin', fregamo sneaks, they came in muddy
Strugglin', wrist got factory tabs
She said she comin', but, she wasn't (skrrt)
I'm duckin' form the police sirens
Shoot a movie with this blicky, rich, not tryin'
If you my friend, no pickin' sides shit, ayy
You gon' stick with me through all this violence
Strugglin', hustlin' tryna keep my head on
Late night sleep for nothin' thinkin' that the feds gon' come
I been tryna find my happiness by myself all alone
I been tryna find some peace, but, they don't see the time I'm on
Just wanna say, I'm thankful for you, my friend
You just know that I'm gon' keep it real on my end
To the end, I'm gon' carry on with who I am
Swerve the 'lamb like I'm Bruce Wayne
(Swerve)
(Shoutout 808Melo)
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5sN2yXFCcnNEwXjPukw4Iq | Quando Rondo | Running Away From Home | QRN, yeah
The streets call and I come
Diamonds dancin', shawty how you shine, my watch
So romantic, tatted on my leg, Jakiyah
Ghost Phantom, swervin' through the town, night life
A big Phantom, hundred thousand dollars Off White
You know C a nasty dealer, wrap a brick up like a veteran
All my niggas killers, they gon' step for them dead presidents
My heart cold, no December, hundred pistols at my residence
Turn to a killer 'bout Jakira, even though I know she mad at me
To jump out bustin' OG street,
Then watch him bleed, forever rep the gang
I lost my cousin to that heat, so,
I ain't been to sleep since Saturday
I got mud all on my feet and blood on my 10.27 chain
This for Lil Arthur, R.I.P. Lil D, I wanna see you graduate
Don't give a fuck about that family
Shit, I'll trade it for some loyalty
On demon time in this Palm Angel fit, the reason she adorin' me
P-Playin' with my heart some dangerous shit, why you ignorin' me?
Complainin' 'bout the smallest, bae, when you got all the royalties
I just took a shower with the money, had to rinse it off
I don't need no stylist, brand new Rollie, Prada kicks and all
Just like them Twin Towers,
All 'bout you, I come through, knock 'em down
I threw in the towel, cut 'em off, no, I don't want 'em 'round
Everyday a challenge when you climbin', grindin' out the ground
Posted in the bando, sippin' lean from out of styrofoam
Lil' shawty, she the baddest, she just wanna fly to California
Copped the four by four G Wagon AMG, no, not a fuckin' Hummer (Yeah)
You know C a nasty dealer, wrap a brick up like a veteran
All my niggas killers, they gon' step for them dead presidents
My heart cold, no December, hundred pistols at my residence
Turn to a killer 'bout Jakira, even though I know she mad at me
To jump out bustin' OG street,
Then watch him bleed, forever rep the gang
I lost my cousin to that heat, so,
I ain't been to sleep since Saturday
I got mud all on my feet and blood on my 10.27 chain
This for Lil Arthur, R.I.P. Lil D, I wanna see you graduate
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0ezt3b76CRzJcmCMmCVmbw | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | HTAFL | And I hope, I hope everyone
Everyone I done been in a relationship with
Find someone that make them more happy than I ever could
Even though I know you bullshittin' and you don't
You be like, yeah, you love me
Slatt
When it all come down, I been here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you no more, you ain't gotta come back, it's too late
You ain't gotta move on
I done found another girl who ain't mad 'bout the names on my face
I guess my home wasn't a home
And I'll accept the fact if another man up in my place
You ain't gotta try to fix it, I ain't worried 'bout it
And if you looking for your shit, it's on the curb 'bout it
By the water meter, way off the meter
Your love is plain, tell that ho that I don't need her
Told me to stop, but drank still in my liter
Hope when you come that I be gone, don't wanna see you
Forever I stay the same, but I can't no more
Forever ducking your presence until I can't no more
And I remain the same with a big sack, yeah
Said don't buy no car, but I done bought a big 'Bach, yeah
They say my ex been looking for me, where she at? Yeah
Tell her, "Leave a message," I'ma call that bitch back, yeah
And bae, I love you
Never did you wrong, but I'ma leave like a thug do
And I'm regretting that the fact that I even touched you
Even though you said fuck me, it's never fuck you, yeah
(It ain't never fuck you, bae)
When it all come down, I been here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you no more, you ain't gotta come back, it's too late
I put my life on the line
I ain't never give a fuck what no anybody had to say
And if them people try to come and pick me up
Tell them bitches 'fore they come in here, I'm blowin' out my brains
'Cause I don't know how I ever let pride
Come in here and catch me slippin'
I always knew that you would leave any day
How the fuck I ever put myself in this position?
Fake friends follow you, you follow back
But I been knew you was like that
I don't wanna see it, so I block you, I don't care 'bout that
(Ayy, look, man, the hook tell it all)
When it all come down, I been here for too long, yeah
And I still can't believe that I done moved on, yeah
Ain't no sign of love, it done ran away without no trace
I ain't for you no more, you ain't gotta come back, it's too late
I put my life on the line
I ain't never give a fuck what no anybody had to say
And if them people try to come and pick me up
Tell them bitches 'fore they come in here I'm blowin' out my brains
I'd do life for you
Why the fuck can I see that you wouldn't do the same?
And I don't care about it bein' off or on track (I'm a street nigga, how the fuck?)
It's just goin' (damn)
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30xEOD1k2taB2wdl0MeWZX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Thought | Ayo, what's up Dean?
Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?
BGSOUNDZ
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb
Forever by my side, I thought, I thought
I'm so sorry, I don't even know who I am right now
I can't even make a good song
Strong pains all in my head
Feel like somethin' got my heart
I just want this pain for to end
I don't feel how I felt from the start
I thought you forever be here, yeah
Forever by my side, I thought, I thought
I keep smoking back to back and it got my head up spinning
I done fell in this line, keep goin' down my heart
I keep thinking and dreaming that you standing right here with me
Every time I come back to life I swear it's hard
I got four little boys that I'm hardly spending time with (Time with)
Chasing money
I ain't worried 'bout who you spending time with (Uh, uh, uh)
Being petty, I don't wanna talk, I'm on some slime shit (On slime)
I won't tell you you got me fucked up, but my mind bent (It bent)
Guess that nigga that you've
Been fuckin' love you better (Love you better)
How I'm feeling?
"I've just been thinkin' should I tell her" (Should I tell her)
I'm fine, I'm feeling better
Trying not blow my mind with this Beretta
On house arrest, I can't go visit Grandma grave, oh
Be loving so easy, can't let these bitches take my soul (My soul)
I pray for my sons like every day, down the road
And I'm not giving time just
For to see them 'cause these ho's
Back then ain't have nothin'
They all want somethin', I'm just one nigga
Thought money make it better
But it turned me to a killer
Not jeopardizing for myself, it's on the line for my niggas
Slang that iron at one of us
Won't make a song before I kill him, I'm just realer
And shawty bad, I could be with her
But don't give a fuck (Give a fuck)
I love my girl, I'm gon' stay with her, plus, she natural
Plus younging thugging
He slung that iron just to hang with us (Grra, grra, grra)
I feel I'm leading these kids wrong but we stay dangerous
Bitch play with us, want smoke with us?
Bitch, we gon' bang you up (Pop, pop, pop)
When it be war we go all out, it ain't no taming us (What up?)
Knock you off and watch your mama live, it ain't no shame in us (Bang)
I'm screaming "Fuck the fame and lies," 'cause it brought change to us
Strong pains all in my head (My head)
Feel like somethin' got my heart (Oh)
I just want this pain for it to end (End)
I don't feel how I felt from the start
I thought you forever be here
Forever by my side, I thought (that's what I thought, I was just thinking)
I thought, I was wrong
I keep smoking back to back and it got my head up spinning
I keep feeling this tight line goin' down my heart
I keep thinking and dreaming that
You standing right here with me (Ayy)
Every time I come back to life it hit me hard
Show no slatt, everyone cried before
Every time that I cried no one wipe my nose or neither my eyes
But it's okay, I just had to realize that I can't break
Show no slatt, I done cried plenty times
Ain't nobody wipe my nose nigga
But it's okay, I'm on my own, and I'm finding a way
I'm grown now, I ain't no baby
Yeah, we still thugging nigga, we still hollering' fuck you nigga
You hear me?
We quick to buss it, how you wanna do it?
It's 4kTrey, nobody safe, FreeDDawg, Northside 38
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7o2HUc5vTHYOkA8fnKr7G0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Broken Hearted | My life so deep that I might cry in this bitch
Slanging iron through that bitch
(Relly Made)
Ayy, I just know you don't love me
I just know you using me
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
It's all about being alone at the end of the day
That's what I won't settle for
I ain't posted up on grandpa porch in a lil while
Like fuck that money, I miss my show to see you smile
Xans got me blurry I can't see, yeah
I need your love and please don't leave, yeah
I'ma rock out for my bro I ain't got no choice but die
Never once they told me no, I ain't got no choice but slide
My heart tired, you can see it in my eyes
I'm so slime, I don't know nothing but conniving
Can you see, yеah
I don't wanna have to have no broken hеart no more
I wanna stop the killing, my intentions say no
I wanna stop hurting these women, no more leading them on
I don't understand this feeling in my heart, no
My pain, it been holding on
I take all these pills to calm down, they still say I'm wrong
Fuck that I don't want 'em round, I just wanna be left alone
These niggas ever run me down
Hop out and I blow my pole
Dear Lord, I don't know what it take and I don't understand
I been doing all of this shit tryna become a man
Say that they ain't need me for a thing, but still hold out they hand
I hide my feelings with these chains, all these diamonds dance
Bitch you gotta understand that I can die today
Your tongue powerful
When you tell me leave, better watch what you say
I got some shit I gotta pay for but I'ma thug I ain't ashamed
I done put half they clique up, so bitch what up? Let's let it bang
Can you see, yeah
I don't wanna have to have no broken heart no more
I wanna stop the killing, my intentions say no
I wanna stop hurting these women, no more leading them on
Can you see, yeah? (Can you see)
I don't wanna have to have no broken heart no more
I wanna stop the killing, my intentions say no
I wanna stop hurting these women, no more leading them on
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05hwArnEtSfEonDP3qF6XR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | On A Boat | Lit fuck (Rockstar my life, my nigga)
Ayy, say don't, ayy, don't move that from right there
Don't move that right there (Yung Lan on the track)
(Trauma Tone)
Once I get in my lil' mode, I ain't fuckin' 'round with these niggas
On a boat, got her, she feel love on the water
Digenero, when she look at me, she tryna find her father
Love harder, don't bother, oh, yeah, yeah
Ceremony, alarm, go farther
On a boat, got her, she feel love on the water
Digenero, when she look at me, she tryna find her father
Love harder, don't bother, oh, yeah, yeah
Ceremony, alarm, go farther
Digital scale, she wan' come up in here
I'ma blow out her back while she wrappin' a bail
When he cook it, it lock, never once seen him fail
Disagree with my nigga, just keepin' it real
Body bag, I say, "I'm goin' to hell"
If she comin' with me, I really don't care (at all)
Pushin' that work in the wall like a nail
Tell her some shit and I know she won't tell
Compact, I do damage with metal
Big sack, money talk like a reverend (go)
Big Gat in the back of the Chevy (go)
Lil' boy, all the snakes gon' test ya
Still love Brianna, I cut with machete
Move in a Wraith, I'ma meet with Michelle
Apprehended, stand tall in the cell
Keep it platinum, nigga never gon' fail
Up with that splitter, I fuck wit' lil' clear
Buy me a pack, it's gon' come in the mail
Talkin' so deep, so I know that you hear
Big booty bitch in the bed, she can't limp
Look in yo' eye and can tell what it is
Right now, you second guessin', ask "Do you love?"
That ain't yo' friend, and invite to a club
Turn up by myself, bitch, you know I'ma thug
Smashin' in a Z06, yeah
Approach us, move on protocol
Live by yo' self and you never gon' fall
Pick up the phone and you know I'ma call
Alimony, I provide for my dawgs
Servin' that Pedigree, jump back, it's raw
Come in that bitch, I jump in and jump out
Diamonds gon' shine when I open my mouth
On a boat, got her, she feel love on the water
Digenero, when she look at me, she tryna find her father
On a boat, got her, she feel love on the water
Digenero, when she look at me, she tryna find her father
Love harder, don't bother, oh, yeah, yeah
Ceremony, alarm, go farther
Love harder, alarm, I dream all night, I'm gone
I go higher than high, alive, alive
Alright, alright, alright
Mixed singles, any situation
I'ma go in that bitch and jump out and place it
Got these diamonds on me and they full of clay
Everything that I love is terminated
They don't like how I rap so they gotta face it
Lotta money out here, I'ma go and chase it
Lot of love on the bullet, that hammer break
If I up, I'ma pull it, ain't never fake (brrt, bah)
On a boat, got her, she feel love on the water
Digenero, when she look at me, she tryna find her father
Love harder, don't bother, oh, yeah, yeah
Ceremony, alarm, go farther
(Jail flow, collect phone steady callin' me)
Where you at?
I'm in this bitch, ya heard me?
Ayy, I just got off them push-ups
Big bruh, when I come home, I'm tellin' you
To send this bitch, I'ma take off my shirt, them hoes gon' go crazy
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2bcvOVQv0AQqvdIvCd9MdS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hey Now | DJ swift on the track
Double A flex
Louie Bandz made another one
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rocking on the stage now
Run up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em? 'Cause I'm thuggin'"
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said "Fuck em, bitch, we clutchin"
Benz ties, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
All of these diamonds, this ain't nothing
Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded
Bulletproof car, nigga ride so ruggish
Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it
My shirt I got on made by Givenchy
The bitch say, "Die" filled her with money
I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred
And I got these diamonds dancing
And they high edition and they fully loaded
Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway, hit the gas, I'm loaded
Bases loaded, 30s filled up and all my niggas tote it
The hoes we with turnt up bitch
We be them, but when you see you know it (38)
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rocking on the stage now
Run up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em? 'Cause I'm thuggin'"
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin'"
Benz ties, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
Drank got me high, mane it got me up, purple got me loaded
I told that bitch, "Get off your ass, go get some backwoods out the store"
That nigga know, he play it's goin' down, six feet, it's lowest you go
Fuck who you with that cutter spray around, we kill you with your bro
I made lil' shawty touch her toes and then got 'em painted
Just from the way she use her throat, that's that slime shit
Fake ass gangster needa decide who they dying wit'
And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit'
Let's go, 4KT, Kentrell be careful, that's that triple nine
D Dawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron
I punch a nigga in his shit, and then I pay that fine
I'm thinking 12 shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind
Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now
Come from thuggin', but I'm rocking on the stage now
Run up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now
We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now
I'm like "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em? 'Cause I'm thuggin'"
And that's fine, tell that nigga I said "Fuck 'em, bitch we clutchin'"
Benz ties, 200,000 to that nigga, it ain't nothing
450 get me out the way, that .45 gon' leave 'em ugly
♪
This is the sound...
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3i85uegiHbdDhsMaEtMUmX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Doctor | Huh (NeilOnDaTrack, that's on the track)
Ayy, R.I.P. Hamp, nigga
You know you what it is, I'm a real 38 Baby
You hear me? What y'all want?
Believe that
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same (Same)
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans
I'ma tell you like this, bitch, how I'm supposed to (Supposed to)
Now my bros wanna show you (Believe that)
Huh, you made a song, now what's that's gon' do? (Huh?)
How would you feel if a nigga tried to ho you? (What you do?)
I'ma tell you what I'm gon' do, I'ma put this pistol on you
Leave you stretched how they was 'posed to
You mouthin' like them hoes do, I bust your dome, nigga
It's wicked, on that fuck shit, you gon' get it, boy, I wrong niggas
I'm the sickest, he want smoke?
I clear the business, make it known, nigga
Put your ass to rest outside this fuckin' club
Like it's your home nigga
Facts, you act bad, we on your ass, we get you gone, nigga
Slatt, I say "Blatt," they blow the strap, you hit the ground, nigga
Hold on now (Brr, boom, bow, boom, boom)
Makin' sounds, nigga (Yeah)
Try and everybody die, in the streets, ain't no wrong nigga
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs (Oh)
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas (Fah, fah)
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans
Ain't no talkin' back to back, bitch, I'ma show you (Bitch)
And I can put this on boo
We gon' wet up every block you try to run to
Them choppas get to clappin' when we come through (Clap)
I'ma do some shit that dump do
We gon' shoot up the whole car and pray we slump you
Run down with the strap and knock off his cap, they know it's murder
You claim you a gangster, then catch a body, what you worried for?
Zip up everybody, that's what we hollerin', "It's a purge," for
They stepped on my nigga, that's what the fuck we bendin' curbs for
The preacher told him slow down, his mama said the same (Ooh, same)
He never knew that it was gon' turn out this way
In his eyes, ain't no love, he grew up 'round nothin' but thugs
He got some niggas he want dead because they went 'gainst the grain
Bitch, we gettin' at anything, who want problems?
We solve 'em with them choppas (Oh, yeah)
Better be careful what you sayin'
If you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, bitch, we tryin' to kill you and your mans
Yeah, you don't call the laws, who gon' stop us?
We send shit to the doctor, oh, yeah
Know what you sayin?
Nothin' 'bout us, don dada
Yeah, kill you and your mans
Huh? (Yeah, 4K Trey)
(NeilOnDaTrack, that's on the track)
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1oWxHhXJAYJiDx9YHWwBnL | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Perc 10 | Yeah
Uh-uh, uh
Uh-uh, uh
(Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin', though)
(Uh, what she doin' with her body?)
She just wanna rock her body all day
My heart cherish, please don't sell it or try hide it
Your love take me the highest, narcotics, I'm tryna top it
Police tryna stop it, he fresher than a motherfucker
But he ain't been doin' nothin' wrong
The only thing, he totin' that 30 burner
This for my brothers who in the slums everyday
Tryna prepare for pain 'cause more heart break is on the way
Up in public, we get it on smokin', shootin' heroine broad day
In thе heart of Atlanta, Baba screamin' 4K Trey (4K Trеy)
Big money in (Woah), she just took a ten on the way (On the way)
Them Perkies poppin' out her body, I'm on trey (I'm on three)
And my pocket money hard like some clay (I'm just on)
And you know we rollin' hard, let it spray
Thuggin' these hoes but I guess my heart decided
I just wan' be with you, 'cause really I been out here wildin'
Steady been out here slidin', catch him, put them hallows in his body
Livin' grimy, burglaries bein' committed by his partners
Fuck what they say, I'm askin' you, baby, is it really love?
All my niggas, they right outside, I'm goin' out all out behind you
Tote that Glock, I been moppin' with my thugs
I'm gone off them Xans, I couldn't remind you
(Let's go), oh, I had to find you
Like where you been at? In that North, I'm pluggin' out the socket
Right outside the house, got youngins itchin', tryna blow they rocket
Smokers tryna come and jump the fences
Told my niggas, stop it, Granny on the porch
So switch yo' swag 'cause you know she watchin'
My nigga pulled up with the bottle
I just took a ten, took a ten
Xannies in my body fo' I even put one in (Yeah)
Feelin' on her body be like rocky, she might win (Ooh, she might win)
I know that she scared to either likin' all my tens
Like, ooh, Klonopins, yeah, choppas and FNs (And FNs)
We got fans, we got Hellcats and some bands (Skrrt)
My eye spy, ratchet baddie in my lens
She from the hood so I'm finna turn her in
Thuggin' these hoes but I guess my heart decided
I just wan' be with you, 'cause really I been out here wildin'
Steady been out here slidin', catch him, put them hallows in his body
Livin' grimy, burglaries bein' committed by his partners
My nigga pulled up with the bottle
I just took a ten, took a ten
Xannies in my body fo' I even put one in (Ayy, put one in, in)
Feelin' on her body be like rocky, she might win (Let's go, go)
I know that she scared to even likin' all my friends
Like, ooh, Klonopin
Woo, Klonopin
Like, ooh, Klonopin
Klonopin
I said, like, Klonopins
Klonopin, I tell like, Klonopin
Yeah, islands
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0AimCmYUp8mR4eKlxuKVl0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Nurse | (Hundred bands for a Kilo, nigga)
(Yung Lan on the track)
♪
You probably done boarded your plane right now
I'm tryna get through to you
You got me going insane right now
I feel like I'm losing you (yeah)
And I don't know what to do (no), I just wanna call (oh)
Forever I'm never gon' choose
I give you my all
That's a fact
Give you my all
I admit that I was wrong (oh, oh)
I was showin' off
I ain't want you for to leave, no (oh)
They say I'm a gangster, you already know that
Won't speak on that shit, that's irrelevant
I'm takin' my time, never rewind, my eye on the route that I'm headed in
Other night I was cryin', but I'm so slime
You wouldn't know how to handle it
You the one that I want, I ain't faking it
You don't know what these hoes done done to me
Girl, I need you, I want you, come on, don't be scared
I'ma learn to treat you right
On my own, all alone
I've been blind and mislead, but you the one make me feel right
That's a fact
Give you my all
I admit that I was wrong (oh, oh)
I was showing off
I ain't want you for to leave, no (oh)
You probably done boarded your plane right now
I'm tryna get through to you
You got me going insane right now
I feel like I'm losing you (yeah)
And I don't know what to do (no), I just wanna call (oh)
Forever I'm never gon' choose
I give you my all
I answer my phone in front of your face to fuck over you unintended
I was tryna tell her not to call me no more
It's over, I'm done, good riddance
You going to school to become a nurse
I thought you would want you a business
I love it, I think that it's different
Might need you to write me prescriptions
Cock your feet up, eight bedrooms in my house, surprise
Let my gang bro play b-ball up inside
Tennis court, let's play, but let me grab my Glock
Two security guards in front for extra eyes
You probably done boarded your plane right now
I'm tryna get through to you
You got me going insane right now
I feel like I'm losing you (yeah)
And I don't know what to do (no), I just wanna call (oh oh oh)
Forever I'm never gon' choose
I give you my all
That's a fact
Give you my all
I admit that I was wrong (oh, oh)
I was showing off
I ain't want you for to leave, no (oh)
♪
(I need a hundred band Kilo for a hundred band Kilo)
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1e8rowJQ4iFaoOkooAso3q | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ms. Alinda | (Miss Alinda)
Dubba-AA-Flex
How you doin' pretty lady?
Slime, I'm fine, I'm coolin', I ain't on shit
Louie Bandz made another one
I just overcame some shit, and man, I'm feeling so better
And I ain't trippin' 'bout a thing, because I noticed I'm special
Last relationship I was in, it ain't work out, I'm too selfish
Social media got my name wrong, it's time that I settle
Cause I'm a gangsta baby, tell me can you love a thug?
And everybody bangin', we be crankin' every time it's up
And if I show her off, I know it's good, nobody real as her
Cause you know that I'd do anything just to have your love
Cause baby I've been trippin' lately, weed got me concentrated
That lean got me with several faces
You don't like how I've been actin' lately
Don't know why I led her on 'cause deep inside I don't want nobody
But if I don't man up that shit only leave me humiliated
And you can do better, no, I don't want no problems instigated
You want something different, well, let me say I ain't that nigga baby
Cause you can upgrade from any person or situation
You get through that stage, you could avoid all the confrontations
My baby mama trippin', if you fuck with me then don't fuck with that
You say it's fuckin' with you, tell me how if I let go of that
You let people live they life, what make them happy you should go with that
Cause I'ma do my shit, now that I'm up I'm never going back
Cause I know that I tried, I confessed to all them lies
Forever on the rise, I got killers on my side
If you look me in my eyes, you can notice that I'm tired
'Cause I'm trying to capitalize, but it's the same shit every time, you need advice
If that's your nigga and y'all fight, you don't walk out for a thang
If that's your friend, that's to the end, it ain't no reason to change
Up in that North, where I reside, forever reppin' my gang
I never asked for none of this, I never wanted a thing
Never gave a fuck 'bout what they felt, I was loyal to myself
Vest up on my chest, gun by my belt, I play what I was dealt
Cheat on who you with, you don't need them, you only yourself
That don't make you a ho, if you go fuck round' with somebody else
Don't let nobody tell you that, do want I want, you do what you can
Won't be a part of what they going, I guess I'm less than a man
Not postin' shit 'bout how I feel, my feelings up in the sand
When they come out they probably stunt, like he just up, left, and ran
Nigga, you a king, they bow down to the throne
Baby, you a queen, you've been doin' it on your own
Oh, yeah, oh, Miss Alinda, where you at?
I need your help, I got some demons by my bed
Oh, Miss Alinda, tell me how to beat the system
Oh, Miss Alinda, come and help me kill these niggas
Miss Alinda, it ain't no love for my type of niggas
Miss Alinda, it was a symbol, somethin' to do with rituals
Stupid bitch say he gon' kill me
Catch him it's a go
I'm with some niggas, I ain't with beefin', catch 'em, they gon' blow
Remember all that shit you said, I drew down at the store
And told you, "I'ma bust your head, don't do that shit no more"
And I just bought a brand new 'Vette, with that room on the dash
And I just came up with a plan, bitch, I'll turn up on your ass
And I just bought a brand new Patek, every diamond look like glass
And I can shoot that .30 steady, I'ma burn a nigga ass
Nigga, you a king, they bow down to the throne
Baby, you a queen, you've been doin' it on your own
Oh, yeah, oh, Miss Alinda, where you at?
I need your help, I got some demons by my bed
Oh, Miss Alinda, tell me how to beat the system
Oh, Miss Alinda, come and help me kill these niggas
Miss Alinda, it ain't no love for my type of niggas
Miss Alinda, it was a symbol, somethin' to do with rituals
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5iCvtL9GYAh9DxAFmItUzJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Love It | I love it
Yeah, know you love it
Uh, uh, uh, I love it
Yeah
I'm slidin'
You say that you love me, but you not for me
This shit could get ugly, I cannot cause a scene
Feel like I keep calling out, but you won't answer me
It's a love war, pull that choppa out
When it come to you, I play for keeps
I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it
Do you love it? Do you love it?
Do you love it? Do you love it?
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it
Yeah, I love it, I love it
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it (think 'bout it)
I don't know much when it come to love, I can't say much about it
Real cute, with a good figure, I take interest in your body
I'm a real one, I ain't just mental, I love everything about it
Ridin' all around with the strap
Put the brain in the lap, like, is you riding?
This life I live provided, my title might say violence
Love came 'round so silent, there's shit I ain't acknowledge
You the one could calm me down, but I flash out, and I can't hide it
You do something inside me, street nigga in your pocket
Take off, tryna figure how the fuck I turn you on, oh
I've been searching for your feelings down a long road
Cross eye, crossbow
Watch close, never listen what you told
Likin' the way that you put on your clothes
Audemars and Patek rose gold
This shit could get ugly, I cannot cause a scene
You say that you love me, I want your all by means
I can see by day, we fallin' out
I ain't ask, don't talk for free
I don't lose no sleep, I be ballin' out
When you out and about, you be callin' me, yeah
I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it
Do you love it? Do you love it?
Do you love it? Do you love it?
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it
Yeah, I love it, I love it
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it (think 'bout it)
You say that you love me, but you not for me
This shit could get ugly, I cannot cause a scene
Feel like I keep calling out, but you won't answer me
It's a love war, pull that choppa out
When it come to you, I play for keeps
♪
You say that you love me, but you not for me
This shit could get ugly, I cannot cause a scene
Feel like I keep calling out, but you won't answer me
It's a love war, pull that choppa out
When it come to you, I play for keeps
I love it, I love it, I love it, I love it
Do you love it? Do you love it?
Do you love it? Do you love it?
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it
Yeah, I love it, I love it
'Cause I love it, yeah, I love it (think 'bout it)
You say that you love me, but you not for me
This shit could get ugly, I cannot cause a scene
Feel like I keep calling out, but you won't answer me
It's a love war, pull that choppa out
When it come to you, I play for keeps
I love it
Yeah, know you love it
Uh, uh, uh, I love it
Yeah
I'm slidin'
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3YQmxHy6RHbHLBxDHGqdwc | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Michael Corleone | (EarlOnTheBeat)
Haha, Say
(Dun Deal on the track)
My nigga
(Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas)
Psh, I don't really love her
Imma have to ease my into it
But look
Its recording
Ight bet let em hear what that shit im finna speak about
Had to tell my girl, i love you cause you do it better
Ain't got no dealings with them niggas cause i know better
Master p sending wealth with a cold stepper
Im worth to much, i cannot touch em but my nigga stretch em
36 go by 1, let my OG stretch
Through the 6 with jawan, movin like the president
I got michael corleone tatted on my chest
Watching the king of new york
My son to my left
Beat the block up in the nawf
Come back to the house
My nigga on the phone talking raw like that we dont talk
I heard a nigga passin diamond Missouri, heard im in the south
Bust this bitch and won't take off my jewelry, make him draw the charts
Nene lookin like a muslim with a hijab on her face
Drop sum ounces in the park, most like it i do 28
Hittas on top yo car soon as we passin through the gate
Heard a nigga want war, call the place and quick to rate, yeah
You know how we be rockin we dont play no games no
Hop in the wraith this bitch all white, this that cocaine flow
Them niggas rapping bout it, never sold a thang tho
Ain't gotta say a thang they know who bringin all the load
Bae we gon show them how to win everytime that its drought time
Go go higher than the wind, never stand down everytime its war time
My nigga say allah akbar when its time for to die, scream allah akbar when its time for to die
Say imma die hard when i hop out the ride
Never I fall hard cause forever I rise
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3aTc1TN8jTLEgcMy2oUFTs | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 4KT Freestyle | (Mommy, India got the beats)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw) Yeah
Oh (Hey Lilkdubb), oh-no
Uh-uh-uh, oh, slime
Tell me what you feelin', I'm gon' try to make a way
Stuck up in this system, feeling like I'm already in the grave, yeah
Oh, grandma, I need yo' lovin' and I need yo' huggin'
Sundown to sun up, I'm stuck up in it, I be steady thuggin'
Just a lonely child, it hurt my heart
My mama feel like fuck me
These niggas 'round ain't right, they want my life
They probably wanna bust me
Buff got that F&N, try me, everybody seein'
I'm in this life of sin, heaven gates just let me in
Yeah, I stretched that boy up in his yard, it only cost me ten
I'm livin' hard, just 'cause probation, I can't be round ten
Ridin' with my top down, and bitch, I'm hot now
Run up with them Glocks down, you gon' get shot down
Thuggin' in them trenches, it's the way we be livin'
Yeah, you gon' fold and count on my pain, you see how I'm feelin'
Tell yo' mama, "Good riddance," you play, it's on now
I took five Xans back to back, I'm in my zone now
These hoes ain't loyal, I'm done, they can't call my phone now
Told you once before, I'm feelin' like that I'm not wrong now
I got the heart of a slime
I would've been and bust his dome, them niggas hidin'
I asked my dawg, "Why they ain't dead?" He said, "I'm slidin'"
Them niggas stuck up in the house, we'll go inside (Yeah)
I can't seem to shake these drugs, I been on it
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely, pistol right up on me
Since my second body, I been hungry
I say, I want blood, fuck BRPD, I be running
They know we whackin' 'em back to back, nigga, so they been on me
They reppin' off one body, we stepped on three of they homies
All in jail, I get them bitches touched
Confinement, I been wanted
Oh, she want my heart?
I make that bitch give me her soul
Tat' my name across yo' face so yo' next nigga gon' know
Shit, you a ho
I put yo' mama right on that front row
Had yo' whole family screamin', they can't wait until I go
I'm so slimy, connivin', I'm grimy, oh, yeah
You bet' not shoot him from a distance
Bitch, run down and bust his head
Bitch, ask my mama, she told me, "Zip a nigga," and I did
Oh, you don't like me for that nigga? Fuck you too, this what it is
Murder man dance, YoungBoy whoppin' with that choppa
Bring 'em to a stand, we go to shooting, it ain't no stoppin'
Them niggas tried to kill me once
But hit the bitch, that's on side me
One week later, caught him slippin'
We dump fifty and popped 'em (Fuck him)
We go blood for blood, body after body, huh
The city sick of all of us and they can't stop it, uh
At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppas out
I want a Lambo' for my casket, nigga, check me out
Yeah, I got three Ms right now
When I hit ten, I'll be as deadly as I'm is now
The fuck you on, nigga? You know what I'm on
Whatever you on
I'm slime wit' it, I'm dyin' wit' it, nigga
What up, now?
♪
We go blood for blood, body after body, huh
The city sick of all of us and they can't stop it, uh
At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppas out
I want a Lambo' for my casket, nigga, check me out
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6kGsugpyKSa1m8bTtfZqca | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Temporary Time | Your smile play a big part in why I want you
For your love, it ain't no tellin' what I won't do
Yeah, you're bad, I guess that's why they're hatin' on you
Why they mad? It's because they ain't got nothin' on you
I ain't tryna waste your time
And I ain't tryna make you mine
But if it happen, that's fine
I hope I learn to treat you right over the time
And I ain't lyin'
I've been droppin' bags on 'em packs to make that money stack
And I've been tryna run it up, so I can turn up on they ass
And you just came inside my life, don't make me put you in the past
People say shit make you wonder, I try hard to make you laugh
Let's see how these bitches like you in a new Birkin bag
I could flew you on a jet with private thoughts to make it back
It's way too early, but they're talkin', so I hit you with that sack
Jump out the back, I'm like, "Lay back," the way I pop out with that Mac
Remember when you was mine, I'm thinkin' 'bout all the times
I hit the blunt to get that shit from out my head like, "Yeah, yeah"
I used to tell you, "You're fine," I'm sad I can't press rewind
How I've been feelin', I've been scared to say the shit that's unsaid
I ain't tryna waste your time
And I ain't tryna make you mine
But if it happen, that's fine
I hope I learn to treat you right over the time
Thought I was pressure, I ain't lyin', and that's a fact
She told me, "Baby, look, relax"
Wrapped up her hair and showed me how to hit it from the front and back
I say, "Slow down," she told me "Tap", I'm steady pullin' on her hair
But we're just friends, I got some pieces of my heart I'm tryna map
You're like, "Keep it real," I won't tell no lie, I'll tell you how I feel
My people with me keep the steel, want you to help me change, for real
Ain't speakin' on my past because I'm tryna lose that pain, for real
I'm like, bae, this ain't a game, for real, we done bust a nigga brain, for real
Your smile play a big part in why I want you
For your love, it ain't not tellin' what I won't do
Yeah, you're bad, I guess that's why they're hatin' on you
Why they mad? It's because they ain't got nothin' on you
I ain't tryna waste your time
And I ain't tryna make you mine
But if it happen, that's fine
I hope I learn to treat you right over the time
Baby, I'm a real slime, we might fight from time to time
Make me feel some shit I never felt and I won't let you down
Baby, I'm a real slime, I'm talkin' time to time
Make me feel some shit I never-, yeah, haha, YoungBoy
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6JsUo4QDkGW5g5s7dSy8UI | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Steady | Fuckin' Beat Execz nigga
Slime, yeah
(Slatt)
Ooh
Before I die I send my prayers up to heaven
I take the blame for my trials I've been livin' too reckless
Run down and shoot him in his shit, no he ain't gotta come test me
I got this carbon in the car and I'ma convicted Felon
I got this carbon in the car and I'ma convicted Felon
I'm livin' on the main stage and all my youngins be steppin'
I'm on the road with Baby Joe months ago he was my celly
He got a Tec up in this bitch it's cocked and loaded and ready
He still a run up in yo shit and take it all if you let him
These niggas pussy as a bitch, but once they throw it I catch it
Up with the Glock in-front the club and bitch I'm sending a message
And I'ma die behind this shit at least I know where I'm headed
Fuck a hand hold yo own
Ain't never break the code
Through that cell, I stood alone
Bitch now tell me who gone fold
I admit, it left me cold
Fucking round with these hoes
Need a one who down just to be up, that bitch a sell her soul
Money take over walk through the valley with crack addicts
Jania tatted gun on my side survivor tactics
Counted up 80 bands ain't finish school no mathematics
No we don't pick and choose he break the rules we let em have it
To all my niggas dead and gone I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause bitch you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around you know how me and my thugs do
Steady callin' my phone sayin these niggas won't touch you
Every nigga with me got a stick might think that we purging
And we ready for to go get off in some shit like it's urgent
Quarter-million dollar car parked on the block and I swerve it
Nigga said that he want smoke behind who shot? I ain't heard it
I'm ready 'fore to hear them words I drop a bag on 'em
All my niggas moving on my word and they gone smash on em
Ain't come and look for you myself because I'm chasing money
But if you ever run into me that's your ass
To all my niggas dead and gone I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause bitch you know I don't trust you
Steady be riding around you know how me and my thugs do
Steady calling my phone saying, these niggas won't touch you
To all my niggas dead and gone I'ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause bitch you know I don't trust you
Steady callin my phone sayin these niggas won't touch you
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6PJ91vJQ1YMafcQVaPS5TX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Time Out | (Drum dummie)
That ain't how I felt, I ain't never say that
(Dmac on the fuckin' track)
I ain't never say I was tired of our relationship
I just said that you been bullshittin' me and I knew it
You the one that got to doin' all that
You done ran to the internet, you did all that extra shit
And it wasn't called for
Can I take some time out, for to tell you
"I forgive you and I miss you, can you come home?"
It's fuckin' with my mind, I don't wan' leave it 'lone
And I just keep tryin', please pick up yo' phone
Thug love, so this shit won't hurt my heart
This what these drugs for (these drugs)
I been runnin' from the start, I don't wan' give up
I did some shit and that's the reason I forgive her
Now can you come and take these demons out a killer?
You did your dirt for a fact and I never give up on your ass
Outsiders, they stir up the mess and you the one givin' it gas
No pen and no pad, I don't want a pass
Glock up in my pants, bitch, don't make me flash (bah)
I see truth inside your lies with my selfish ass (huh)
I'ma tell you that I tried when emotions pass
Drive that Lambo', when I slide hope that I don't crash
That boy you fuck with, he can try it, I'ma bust his ass (bah-bah)
Pick up the phone whenever you call
You just being nosy and that's all
You just wan' know who I got 'round
When you should be yo' ass at home
Bitch, don't make me break yo' phone
You gon' make me raise my tone
Don't wan' talk, just leave me 'lone
I'm gon' go and make some songs
Can I take some time out for to tell you "I forgive you and I miss you
An you come home?" (come home)
It's fuckin' with my mind, I don't wan' leave it 'lone
(Leave it 'lone)
And I just keep tryin', please pick up yo' phone
Oh, oh
I just tried to call back and she ain't even fuckin' answer for me
Dude
I don't even know what the fuck to say (slime)
Herm just poured up a cup of some oh-I
Hope this shit can stop a nigga from the cryin'
I step back and threw them Bs up from the flo' with my guys
She was with this, but she ran off and cut her ties
Yeah, bitch, you ain't slime (slime)
You don't rock that line, uh-uh
Ain't got time, tell them hoes they can't G5
I got five, Quando crippin'
Bitch I'm five (bitch, I'm blood)
Step outside, ain't no talkin', you gon' die (yeah, up)
We gon' slide, pussy run, yeah, we gon' ride
I ain't with that talkin' dumb
I cut your tongue from out your mind
Huh, huh, step aside, made niggas walk inside (walk in)
She don't want me so I switched it for my slimes
Can I take some time out
For to tell you "I forgive you and I miss you
Can you come home?"
It's fuckin' with my mind, I don't wan' leave it 'lone
And I just keep tryin', please pick up yo' phone
Can I take some time out
For to tell you "I forgive you and I miss you, can you come home?"
It's fuckin' with my mind, I don't wan' leave it 'lone
And I just keep tryin', please pick up yo' phone
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5xcntwtu9rfnqPMZNyTof0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rich N**** | On the run, more out
(Ayo, E go crazy)
Ooh
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it
For my rich niggas (Let's go), all them young niggas (Them youngins)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga (Yeah)
Talkin' like he want it, and wasn't on it, it ain't my fault (Uh-uh)
He should've had his .30 in his hand soon as they popped out (Ha)
Soon as he lift his hand, they zipped his ass, left like a jack off
This for my niggas dyin' behind my name, bitch, take yo' hat off
This for them bitches with me, I say "Clear," they get to poppin'
Ho, you could feel yourself and get your ass whooped out yo' body
Been rollin' by myself since Dump had left
Bitch, who ain't 'bout it?
Them niggas almost got me, I was slippin', they ain't fire it
But I do it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Goddamn)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga (Yeah)
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it
Can't run, bust him
And this cutter come from Russia (Let's go)
You gon' make me flash, blatt yo' ass like, "Get the fuck up" (Get up)
And that bitch could be bad with a big ol' ass
Still feel like, "Fuck her"
And we thuggin', built to last
This for that Nawf, bitch, I'm gon' stand up
Bitch, make me put your mans up
Bitch, you bet' not put yo' hand up
Lil Ben gon' knock yo' face off
Off the flat, but ain't no playin' us
Ain't no words, you could've can us
For all that, it wouldn't of been none
Totin' on a big somethin'
That gonna make a nigga stamp somethin'
But I do it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Let's go)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga? (What you on?)
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
He gon' cross that line? Them bullets flyin'
He won't get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don't mean that we done, we bring it however you want it
Yeah, for my rich niggas and my young niggas
(Northside, 38, ain't nobody safe)
Everybody with me aimin' at them fuck niggas
What you on, nigga?
Run down, bust yo' dome, nigga
Fuckin' on her 'til the mornin'
Plenty money, get you gone, nigga
I'm aimin' at yo' head when I dump it
We come through on that dumb shit
That line, them bullets flyin'
Bang, bang, bitch on four, pussy
Money cut that bitch, don't throw it to me
Don't rip, I'm weak
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0E7FbM7WGmIVm3CWlVXthS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dangerous | Yeah, yeah (Dubba-AA flex)
Oh-oh (I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Hello? This is Mike Laury) brrt
(This is the sound) whoo
Yeah, that slime, slime, slime (slatt)
Yeah, on that, skrrt
Whole lot of drank by the boat-load (boat-load)
Whole lot of sticks by the car-load (brrt)
No serial, chase no barcode (uh-uh)
Got a serious face, don't talk, no (don't talk)
Cash out, ain't got no car note (yeah)
Nigga play, get hit with the Draco (yeah, brrt)
Never let them know where I stay, no (yeah)
Try to break in the house, all I know (ooh)
Burglarizin', bullets gon' rip through his body (fah-fah)
I ain't kill nobody (nah), they think I promote violence
I don't play, but the TEC go, grrt (grrt)
No, I don't freeze, on ten, come try me (yeah)
When I squeeze, I'ma blow off the rip (bah)
I think that voice come from narcotics (slime)
Mixin' the X with the Adderall (uh)
Cover my name with a basketball (uh-uh)
Plannin' my life with a catalog (uh-uh)
Mixin' my chain with a waterfall (splash)
Don't get what that mean
Bitch, it's covered in water (yeah, covered in water, whoo, yeah)
Drivin' the whip in the back with a carbon (in the back with a carbon, grrt, yeah)
Think of the times, every day, I was starvin', yeah
Every day I get paid, 'cause I'm on the market, yeah (let's go)
I ain't totin' no Glock, got a TEC on me
When I squeeze go, blatt (blatt)
Got a whole lot of big bank racks on me
I don't ever gotta cap (I ain't never gotta cap)
Tryna be like me, 'bout to get yourself slapped
I'ma wipe his nose, slatt (slatt)
Tryna order me somethin', I don't talk on phones
No, that ain't true, that's fact (let's go)
Whole lot of drank by the boat-load (skrrt)
Whole lot of sticks by the car-load
No serial, chase no barcode
Got a serious face, don't talk, no (what else?)
Cash out, ain't got no car note (what else?)
Nigga play, get hit with the Draco (bah-bah)
Never let them know where I stay, no (uh-uh)
Try to break in the house, all I know (whoo)
Burglarizin', bullets gon' rip through his body (pew-pew)
I ain't kill nobody
They think I promote violence (I promote violence)
I don't play, but the TEC go, grrt (grrt)
No, I don't freeze, on ten, come try me (yeah)
When I squeeze, I'ma blow off the rip (grrt)
I think that voice come from narcotics (yeah, woo)
Ayy, what you doin'? I stash the rocks, it's in my shoes, yeah
For the police, we leave no clues (no clues, we don't leave no clues)
Yeah, we be singin' them the blues
Interrogate who ain't no fool
Bitch, you can't fit up in my shoes
Whole lot of drank by the boat-load (boat-load)
Whole lot of sticks by the car-load (brrt)
No serial, chase no barcode (uh-uh)
Got a serious face, don't talk, no (don't talk)
Cash out, ain't got no car note (yeah)
Nigga play, get hit with the Draco (yeah, brrt)
Never let them know where I stay, no (yeah)
Try to break in the house, all I know (ooh)
Burglarizin', bullets gon' rip through his body (fah-fah)
I ain't kill nobody (nah), they think I promote violence
I don't play, but the TEC go, grrt (grrt)
No, I don't freeze, on ten, come try me (yeah)
When I squeeze, I'ma blow off the rip (bah)
I think that voice come from narcotics
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0bkoFNRkTWZiUP35ZwgnPz | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Time Flow | I was the one who had kept it 100 when all of these nigga was stuntin'
I don't wanna talk 'bout nothin', yeah
Nigga lets talk bout money, unh
Plain Jane wrapped on my arm, I ain't throwin rocks at nothin'
Fuck around, spend me a hunnit'
I dont got no budget on nothin'
This is that real, straight from the bottom
Ain't never had nothin', they buy it they want it
They grew up so flawless, they dont do no talkin'
They ready to off em', they slidin' up on it
Plain Jane shawty got pointers
He ready to point em' and leave soon as this mornin'
He with them real deal gunners'
He shopping at Sacks and he never forgetin' the homeless
He want them in style, when they shootin' and lettin' them fire go
Forever we wild, as many and many miles I go
Give me brain as my plane land in Idaho
I'm feelin' drained with the wind but time steady gon' flow
Nigga let's talk bout' money
I dont wanna talk 'bout nothin' (Fuck nigga)
Fuck round' and spend me a hunnit'
Plain Jane shawty got pointers
I'm ready to point em as soon as this mornin'
She know how a nigga be comin'
She know I ride round with them gunners
She know we ain't goin for nothin'
She know that we wild, as many and many miles I go
She know what I want, before this plane lands in Idaho
Forever we win, I dribbled the win, yeah, time gon' flow
The way that you real, know you been betrayed
Don't say nothin', I know
I get it, I spend it, I get it, I ship it
Don't know where they hid it, I'm playin' with Benjs
Don't know where its headin', just call when it lands
Wherever it's at, I'm comin' to get it
Black Maybach, cash out on a Bentley
Matte black Gat, get down when I hit it
Thug all day, ride round' through the city
Hitta's on my ass, but they never could get me
This karma, I get it however you want it
Distracted a nigga, I pray in the mornin'
Handle a nigga, get hit with the burner
Strap with a nigga, get sent with no warning
Still at the spot, just call when you comin'
Plane Jane livin', I land and I'm runnin'
Watchin' them boys, can't move like a dummy
Forever, you know Imma keep it one hunnit'
Forever, you know Imma keep it one hunnit'
I'm dangerous, I be puttin' them up
I'm famous, then I got it, I want it
I'm tameless, so they not holdin nothin
I love when it's rainin, but thinkin' whenever it thunder
I be plotin' on somethin'
I'm with her but really ain't trustin her sister, I'm numb
What they gotta do with somethin'?
Nigga let's talk 'bout money
I dont wanna talk bout nothin'
Fuck round' and spend me a hunnit'
Plain Jane shawty got pointers
I'm ready to point em as soon as this mornin'
She know how a nigga be comin'
She know I ride round with them gunners
She know we ain't goin for nothin'
She know that we wild, as many and many miles I go
She know what I want, before this plane lands in Idaho
Forever we win, I dribbled the win, yeah, time gon' flow
The way that you real, know you been betrayed
Don't say nothin', I know
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0tcLsSRwLiTCFYih7FTwpM | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Murda Bizness | (PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin', though)
My nigga say he got 'em
Pack up your shit and leave the house
It's finna be some problems
Deja at the crib and once we leave, I don't want that shit around her
Found out I'm a dada, I don't wanna be questioned
That's another problem
Dude up in L.A
Laid with his family, he think I can't touch em
My son on the way, don't want him to grow up where he can't thug
And just know his daddy spanked somethin'
And he better do the same (do the same)
This money clear your head
You got Northside in your veins
We all built not to change
Nigga, I just cocked one in and I'm rollin'
Out the top of the drop-top, I'm thuggin' like bitch, who want it?
Have one in the Glock, ridin' in a Cutlass
We from that 'Raq and we love it
Come to my bro, bet' not touch him
We quick to flush him
What it is?
Herm got a hunnid in his choppa
He can act like we can't stop him
It won't be long until we pop him
Go to dumpin' on the runway
Bust his head like a piñata
On the one way, bumpin' Deandre, I got lean up in my bottle
And my momma know I'm wildin'
Grandpa know I'm thuggin'
They could come to this bitch block and
I'ma leave the hood ugly
I got Xanax in my body
Know Ken' feel like fuck it (fuck it)
Fuck the stage, let's go to Sage, darlin'
Neighbors know we stomped him
I'ma come through, do my dance in the murder business
It's gon' be another killin'
Everyday, they out here spinnin'
They've been slidin' from out the Bentley
Lift his hand, ain't else to do but kill him (Kill hm)
We tryna knock off ya fitted
Twenty-four, we're out here wit' it
Straight hollows inside the glizzy
It's murder
Nigga, pick you one
Bro gon' zip him somethin'
And another one
Don't give a fuck who wit' em, yeah
Or the fuck who come
They ain't tippin' nothin', bitch
We gon' step on somethin'
Come through YoungBoy woppin' with this choppa
Bust his head with this bottle
What you on? We be them slimes and droppin' dimes, it ain't a problem
Talk too long, my niggas catch him
Take the minutes off his time
I wasn't gamblin' but the money got sent
Straight from out Nevada (blatt, blatt)
Who said blood, nigga?
Jumped out like some thugs
Then I'm rollin' off these drugs
Nigga, I won't show no love
Light the strong, what the fuck, nigga?
This joe ain't got no buzz
We gon' leave that nigga stuck
He ran up inside this club
I'ma come through, do my dance in the murder business
It's gon' be another killin'
Everyday, they out here spinnin'
They've been slidin' from out the Bentley
Lift his hand, ain't else to do but kill him (Kill hm)
We tryna knock off ya fitted
Twenty-four, we're out here wit' it
Straight hollows inside the glizzy (glizzy)
♪
Rich nigga, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh (hit you with the, ah)
Big thug, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh (hit you with the, ah)
Rich nigga, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh (hit you with the, ah)
Big thug, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh, hit you with the switch
Oh (hit you with the—)
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0nRg4IdaXn4lIjr4zWj0RQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Lose Me | She Bonnie, I ain't Clyde though
I'm far from that, nigga
But shit, shawty gutta though, she know how to die 'bout it
But look, check this out, though
Haha, bae, you can't
I know, but you can't do that like that though
You can't do that to 'em
(It's Budda Beats)
I need someone to hold me down, so what's happenin
Admit I don't know how to love 'fore you chance it
You got some shit you wanna see, so we gon' grab it
I left my heart out in them streets, we steady taxin
I won't say a thing 'cause I got bitches on the low
And we don't need no ring, ain't play yo' part and that I know
Bitch, I'm in the paint, wit' boku burners on the flo'
Startin' to love this pain, now, bitch, I'm 'bout to go up flo
I had brought you to the clique house when we left out the bottom
You say yo' ex stayed in BR and I asked you, "What's the problem
I'll never let 'em hurt you, I put that on this choppa
Circle K right there on Coursey, it went down when I caught 'em
We been talkin' to each other at the house while standin' by the lake
You say that you love me, ain't respond 'cause I don't know what that mean
Catchin' plays together, make that drop and you gon' hold the beam
Beat that pussy up and have you screamin', "Please don't never leave
I been roamin' round them trenches where they don't show no love
And where you gotta watch them niggas, the ones give you a hug
Yo' bitch portray you for a name, you thought she was yo' girl
You let 'em get a taste of fame and they hangin' they self
I'ma let you hang yo' self, 'cause you lose me
Tell me, how the fuck you care, if you lose me
Tell me it ain't nothin' left, 'cause I know and that I see
Tell me that ain't nothing left, baby, use me
We them, how we rockin
Bet yo' mama never met a thug
Diamonds in the top and through the bottom, we done ran it up
Let you drive the whip while I go score and run off on the plug
Hop out wit' that stick and let it rip soon as I hit the cut
♪
To the ones I was aggressive to, just know that I love you
To the ones I don't fuck wit', nigga, just know that it's fuck you
To the ones that think it's over, it ain't long 'til we touch you
Suicidal, kamikaze, bitch, forever I'm thuggin
You lose me, why you use me
Yeah, ah-ah-ah
I'ma let you hang yo' self, tell me, how the fuck you care
Tell me it ain't nothin' left, tell me it ain't nothin' left
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6wWl6e4W013koGS8q73vho | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Pop Out | A'ight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules
No phones
Don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Dram'-er
(Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Uhm, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mmh, hold on one second
Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I got to make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a hoe (oh, oh, YB, have at it, oh)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they fuck me together
And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em, to be careful
They know (brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't fuck with cops (yeah)
"He got dropped, pick up your nigga," what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't perfect, yeah
Bitches ain't deserve it, spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
She know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no Swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both fall (psst)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Gangsta Grillz) a'ight, listen up
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family
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3sWMNkHF7pMKei7VkzuOyl | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Sedated | (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Run and bring me that smoke while this recordin' track on (ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
I'm drinkin'
I got some Theraflu in here with me
Uh, molly, mhm-mhm-mhm
What up?
I'm off a Jigaboo
This Kentrell
That's my older brother Jigaboo
I don't really, I don't wan' start
(DJ Drama)
Molly capsule, uh
Molly on my gums, call me Buddha baby
Young nigga dressed in Saint Laurent
Like my big brother, we at odds, might kill each other, baby
That's crazy
Come get sedated, yeah, that my baby
I drove her fuckin' crazy, yeah
That my ol' lady, with her, I got two babies
Yeah, I'm a Buddha baby
Molly, she gon' boot up with me, yeah
Slime, tick-tick, this my time
L shit, I blow his mind
Check out how my Lamb' run
From out the window slang my iron (why?)
I don't gеt paid, then I'll be dammed, son
Somеbody might get robbed tonight
Not make it back inside tonight
Mom dukes gon' lose her child tonight
Bae, the police don't know many stars I got, I say five
4KTrey, I bang, and I live where nobody safe lie
I'm a rich-ass nigga, I don't need hype, yeah
I ain't got to stop the rhythm with it, Jason, fuck it
Molly capsule (uh)
Molly on my gums, call me Buddha baby
Young nigga dressed in Saint Laurent
Like my big brother, we at odds, might kill each other, baby
That's crazy
Come get sedated, yeah, that my baby
I drove her fuckin' crazy, yeah
That my ol' lady, with her, I got two babies
Yeah, I'm a Buddha baby
Molly, she gon' boot up with me, yeah
Out of all these drugs I do, you're definitely the most addictive
You're supposed to be my upper
All you do is bring me down
Now, how the hell I'm supposed to kick this off?
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2jDE6eniUPoqWQrnWr4hEU | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Right Now | (Pipe this shit up, TnT)
After this, I don't wanna hear no conversation about who the G.O.A.T. is (uh, uh)
I'm Dram' Brady, countless championship rings on these fingers (go)
Jus' hold up
Bitch, I (baow, baow)
You already know where I come from
You already know how I'm comin' when I do it (woo-woo)
You hear me? (Ah)
Believe that
I might pull up with a hundred girls with me right now
I'm walkin' with my niggas from the curb with me right now
I party with expensive diamonds on, I be iced out
She won't let me down for night out
Through it all only thing I could see is you
Only thing I see you, and I know you see me (you)
I'ma ball for the rest of my life, you the only thing I need (you)
All the drug dealers want her, oh
I just hate that I can't own her
I'm in love with that girl, that's a violation
Where I'm from ain't no love, we do no relations
House arrest, she been wit' me that's my lil' baby (my lil' baby)
Try to act like I didn't, know I drove her crazy
She know I'm a real spill, fly nigga (brr)
Come and price out me (brr)
I just like the way she vibe with me
Got to keep her on side of me
Three million dollars in jewelry inside of the bag, this is a whole 'nother level
I'm puttin' in rotation, meet 30 new hoes
'Fore I turned 24, had me 30 new bezels
They book me, I walk in the venue wit' steppers
Same clique from the start, and they got me forever
She done posted up with me and all of my niggas
Slept in the house with me with most them hitters
I want you to be mine
And no one danger in sight
In my mind, I'll never (I'll never)
I love you to no limit, yeah
You know I get it lit, no doubt
I might pull up with a hundred girls with me right now (yeah)
I'm walkin' with my niggas from the curb with me right now
I party with expensive diamonds on, I be iced out
She won't let me down for night out
Through it all only thing I could see is you (you)
Only thing I see you, and I know you see me (you)
I'ma ball for the rest of my life, you the only thing I need (you)
All the drug dealers want her, oh
I just hate that I can't own her
I ain't borrowin', then disown her
I been feelin' high, no lie, and since I laid eyes on her
Feelin' on her body, she know that I be her lover (mhm-mhm)
I give her a ten and go spend it
I give her a lot of blue benji's
She been with a nigga, Inside of my head, I thought
"How could not spoil her?" (How could I not spoil her?)
I'ma flood her with racks when she come in and leavin', now that it's in order (I got it in order)
The way you rock that, take it, a new Bentley, Scat Pack, I don't charge her
They gon' spend on Daytona, that ice, got it on me
I'm born in Antarctica (what? What?)
Millions on millions of dollars
I'm workin' through problems, bitch, write up your article
Tell 'em 'bout how I bought her and her friend Chanel
Totin' on big long sticks, they kill
Kick, standin' on that shit I feel
I can stuff 'bout like one-thirty inside of my jeans
Got a lot of girls comin' and leaving with me
I might pull up with a hundred girls with me right now (yeah)
I'm walkin' with my niggas from the curb with me right now
I party with expensive diamonds on, I be iced out
She won't let me down for night out
Through it all only thing I could see is you (you)
Only thing I see you, and I know you see me (you)
I'ma ball for the rest of my life, you the only thing I need (you)
All the drug dealers want her, oh
I just hate that I can't own her
I must admit
I got a lot of strengths
But I got a few weaknesses
It's her, and her
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6Rdm5ktZnHFKxIZLeA3sbu | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | McQueen | Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
I only want-
Oh-oh-oh, look
I only want new edition
VVS diamonds, I flood out my pendant
I stack up that money, I get it
From the bottom, I'm comin', I'm straight out them trenches
She want me to buy her Cartier, feelin' like I had a wrong start
Hard body, got that MAC still, that's why I'm fitted in Chrome Hearts
Rich and it's makin' me feel alone, figured she safe
She wanna stay with me, but she don't
I got it, you want it, just say what you need
Be with me, I believe you could help me achieve
Tats on my face, I got tats on my sleeve
I bang that rеd, but blue face my AP
Whip got exhaust, but I feel I'm еxhausted
From grindin' all day to the night at the house
Lose a tooth, not the truth if you open your mouth
Judge a book by it's cover, was hard made it soft
Infinity vision for competition, spend the bank on celie
Probably caught me in the Nawf
Know that they wish, 'cause they want to get me
I'm protected from tension, with a hundred somethin' rounds
Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
She want money, but I want her with me, 'til I'm burnin'
Leonardo DiCaprio, oh, oh, carry on my life
Double R life
Swerve in the Maybach to the store I need me some ice
Lil' bro turn right (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fashion's from London, imported myself
Jay on that boy, with a gun on my belt
On a plane to one jet to another, that's trauma
Still, I be thuggin', I give it one care
Got the money, won't drive it, this moment is timeless
They copy, I'm shinin', I'm on it, I'm grindin'
He got caught in that Nawf, he wasn't totin' the rocket
Got shot in his noggin, I heard it, I heard it
Foreign so big, turn, it's scrapin' the curb
Post in the bottom, I poke, I serve
Die for the county, they crossed it in curse
They ain't give me no words, I got it, no worries
Alexander McQueen scarf
Make it look like that I'm here from London
She want money, but I want her with me, 'til I'm burnin'
Leonardo DiCaprio, oh, oh, carry on my life
Timeless
From head to toe
Word to word
Song to song
Catch up, niggas
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7nLN0Yu6Nwm5LC82MPmgyZ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ben Lomond Mountain | Soon (mhm, mhm)
Ma', I got a family
(Gangsta Grillz)
High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond? (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take
All this money, I ain't never lonely
Hope you didn't lie when you said you were mine
She did, got me with dark eyes on a bright night
Bro gon' keep his pole if it cost his life
I can't get distracted, know it's tactic, prototype
Maybach four-matic, highspeed chase, I ain't wit' the hype
She gon' blow up me all night, 'til I come over or give in
She say all these things I did, made it, I'm the man I'm is
I don't need no hеlp to raise the kids
Nah, mama, I'm a star
Saw it in the spot and I playеd with the toy
Come from the jungle, straight out the safari
Just like my brother, young nigga Matt Hardy
Go to the lot and cash out on a car
Don't even drive it, I don't show to no parties
Shorty play wit' my heart like she got a guitar
California persona, pull up in Ferrari
I want that set with the VVS stones
When brother come back, I designer my home
Baby mama I'm sorry, I'm Chanelin' my daughter
I might diamond her barrette, including her comb
Lord Father, I pray that my daddy come home
For some time Montana been holdin' me down
I see through the bullshit, now I'm with the view
With the affirm paint on the wall
High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond? (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take (Rocky down)
All this money, I ain't never lonely
She told me that she go to Weber State
Grew inside the area by Ben Lomond
I told her train like that, don't break, don't lose faith
Stay wit' that money you will not be lonely
Rosetta, trendsetter, Jay-Z ain't no 'feller, created my way (created my way)
Yeah, I be 'bout whatever, slow down for the better
Just stay out my face, no lecture like reverend
Cousin Meechy, that Kevin, he known for to break in your place
Dirty rod, I'm known for to stay wit' a Drac'
YoungBoy known for to make sure her heart break
Wonder if she can hear me from Ben Lomond
I'm on the mountain at the crib in Salt Lake
Stoner, I'm livin' my life like a loner
One hundred, I'm wit' it, whatever it take (yeah)
Shorty bogus, her love fake, so I just put her in rotation (yeah)
Chrome Heart for my son's shades, got GT still buy a Bentayga
High inside the mountains, Salt Lake
Can you hear me from Ben Lomond? (Ben Lomond)
Rocky, down the route that I take
All this money, I ain't never lonely
Hope you didn't lie when you said you were mine
She did, got me with dark eyes on a bright night
Bro gon' keep his pole if it cost his life
I can't get distracted, know it's tactic, prototype
I been workin' so hard I ain't even notice nobody was sleepin' next to me
Ask me if I give a f-, 'cause this new money is keepin' me so cozy
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5cRdDs3ckf7EnegzmfP2el | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Kentrell Talk | Man, honestly
I think this shit, I think, I think the rap game
I think the rap game is just slowly like fadin' away
Like this shit gon' be over with
Like, it ain't gon' be the, the hot thing that it is, like
Really, 'cause I say, I say like the fans, like, like, they expect this artist to be
They expectin' these people to be too real
And like at the end of the day, you forgettin' this person is a human
Every woman got a flaw, every man got a flaw
So, basically, once somethin' go down
Oh, and this person probably ain't hold up how this nigga
How this nigga or this women expected them to, so now they feel like he phony
So, boom, they move on to the next rapper and then the same thing go on
But, like, dawg, you expectin' these people to be too real
Like, they human, like the fuck is wrong with you?
And then you'll let 'em, let 'em pretend to you like, like they this or they that
I don't know like
Jason bitch, I rather ride in a Honda, I ain't-you know I ain't lyin'
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57irnDJrs2lv6nWe8pXoZk | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Sport Mode | (Khris James, what the fuck?)
♪
Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport (yeah)
Gettin' that money, baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (oh-oh, you know it)
Shorty a foreign, I turned up my taste (turned up my taste)
I'm in a foreign, I feel I want race (I want race)
I keep it goin', when I need me a break (need me a break)
Only one person, so much I can take (yeah)
I'm not a sponsor, so much I can say
If you wit' me then you keep it strong
Fuck the police, they won't give me a break
They call me Top, and my A-list the same (A-list the same)
Now, I know you got it out for me girl
And you know I got a thing for you too
Baby, it's a dangerous world (facts)
But I know that you're dangerous too
Know I'm a gangster, as soon as I walk in, I don't talk to nobody (nobody)
Bringin' up bodies, I got that shit that'll blow out your body (baow, baow)
How you been bleedin? Slow, bitch, you know
I got the money and baddest lil' bitches inside of my home
This Maison Margiela, I got on
It's so right, I could never be wrong
Tourin', '22 Honda, this a sport (this a sport)
Gettin' that money, baby, hustlin' like a sport (like a sport)
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (like it's corpse, oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (ooh)
Ooh, I want you, now you ain't got to do me like you do
I'm a million dollar nigga, what you want, give it to you (slime)
I know you lovin' my fashion, I turn up you too, yeah, yeah (hold on, hold on, hold on)
She for the street, man, lil' shorty got no home
But you know me, I turn her to a queen
Expensive the diamonds, I'm changin' the climate
I cover her body in brand new Celine, infinity
Life galore, chemistry, I got a hard history
Everything ain't 'bout a dollar, but I come from the bottom
You smellin' me?
Tourin', '22 Honda, it's a sport
Gettin' that money, baby, hustlin' like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was
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2q28sYLIlrzVDHL7ibiwlj | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Pay Me | I don't be outside like y"all
I'm only there if a bag's involved
I'd rather stand in this bitch, let you hear me out ya speakers
(Ayy, Harto cooked this one up)
(Gangsta Grillz)
You're stuck, quit that lame shit, get to yo' galaxy (oh, yeah)
My suitors friendly, YoungBoy John Lennon
My foreigns ain't rented, I got guns in 'em
I secure the buildin', don't give a fuck 'bout who up in it
Just tell 'em, "Pay me," yeah
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me, yeah
Yo' ho want dick, tell her, "Pay me," yeah
I'm in this bitch because they paid me, yeah
I'm on, I'm on, let's do it
Hundred racks, hundred racks, ran through it
Only given one chance, I blew it
I don't wan' meet no man, I'm good
I know that they just wan' see how I do it
Bodies put in Bentayga, I fuck up my 'hood (uh)
Know that I run that money up, my trunk inside my hood (uh)
Stolo, this a runner up, inside with stolen goods
Put him up, put him up, hit him with the Glock, young nigga
Lame ass boy better not try nothin'
Okay, okay, flood the whole block, young nigga
Tell him, "Hit the phone," he ain't got nothin' with him
What you gon' do? Big B, he pullin' up with it
Come outside, real fast he'll drop somethin' (yeah)
Weak ass ho ain't got nothin' (yeah)
Strong ass nigga, he'll hop somethin'
Number one owner, I'll come out that window
"Bu-du-du-du-du," I done shot somethin' (yeah)
I got that stick for to clear out the street
Fresher than ivory, movin' this green
Study my stats, I'm BOP
Celine, Celine
With Celie and lean, codeine
30 somethin' K in her ring (yeah)
No meet and greet, I'm mean
Hold on again, Celine, Celine
That's Celie and lean, codeine
That's all that I need
Never I'll trip 'bout a thing
He say he my family, I know he ain't loyal to me
But, he fuck with them niggas, I'm guessin' he think they go harder than me
Galaxy, time of life, this the place to be
I got scars all on my body, but got McQueen all on my feet
I'm the new emperor groove Kuzco
I'm your highness, all hail YB
Knew you a gangsta, always real
Don't be fake like shit I see
They gon' pay me, yeah
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me, yeah
Yo' ho want dick, tell her, "Pay me," yeah
I'm in this bitch because they paid me, yeah
I'm on, I'm on, let's do it
From the back get to grippin', get to it
When she told me, "Go harder," I did it
I ain't foolin' around with these lames
I'm with the realest young niggas up in it
I'm with the youngins that shoot up the city
They know the police probably close than a minute
They don't give no fuck, they be catchin' they case
Put their burner up then they changin' they linen
Her body exotic, Slime make the Maybach bounce like it got hydraulics
Hottie, thottie, lookin' for narcotics
She wan' take some Oxys, that's a shame
G6 get her right, baby, come and ride on top my plane
I can't sleep at night, fucked up, I got money on my brain
They gon' pay me, yeah
I'm on my shit, don't try to play me, yeah
Yo' ho want dick, tell her, "Pay me," yeah
I'm in this bitch because they paid me, yeah
I'm on, I'm on, let's do it
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67JqqBb1FwPfgiTlNb8x4g | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | All The Problems | (It's a DP beat)
♪
When you call me, I'm smokin' on gas
I was getting high, you already know that
Just me and her ridin' in a Scat Pack
Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow that
Bro want me to buy him a Maybach
I ain't tell him, "No," man, you already know that
Shawty want me for to hold her down, why would I do that? She gon' leave my ass
I need a Bentley on some Forgiattos
She want me to sponsor, she ain't nothin' but an IG model
I need more millions, we want all the problems
Bro'nem tote revolvers, ain't no need for crimestoppers
'Cause ain't none stoppin', let's get it poppin'
I got big knots and they stuffed all in my pocket
Plenty hitters with me, and she knowin' how I'm rockin'
Porsches and they all big bodies
Not once I pushed a clock-in
Mhm, lame can't chief wit' me
Vibe out with your ho, she gon' sleep with me
Symphony, see what the rhythm bring, I got the remedy
To that backdoor and
Youngin going through the window with a gat on him
Tryna steal a TV or a video game, they ain't feelin' his pain, he been hungry
And nobody ain't wanna throw a pack on him
No hustlers they ain't tryna be 'round
No muscle, he ain't even got a gun on him
Got 'em like, "Why the fuck he even staying around?"
Sitting duck when it go down, might die
I'm with Herm and you knowin' that he keep fire
Red flag and you knowin' that I bang 5
I be higher than you think, take one, try it
When you call me, I'm smokin' on gas
I was getting high, you already know that
Just me and her ridin' in a Scat Pack
Totin' on straps, and you know I'll blow that
Bro want me to buy him a Maybach
I ain't tell him, "No," man, you already know that
Shawty want me for to hold her down, why would I do that? She gon' leave my ass
I need a Bentley on some Forgiattos
She want me to sponsor, she ain't nothin' but an IG model
I need more millions, we want all the problems
Bro'nem tote revolvers, ain't no need for crimestoppers
All this hard work
All this dedication, all this consistency
All these hours we grind to get to the top
Just to be ruled by all these problems
Y'all niggas ain't been through what we been through
And tried too many times to take it from me
And we still here
YB, DJ Drama
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6DKki9APllUWHQ8Nsrn5ie | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Chose | (Drama)
God chose this for us (oh-oh-oh)
(Ooh)
Dramatic, nigga
(D-Roc)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Hermès everythin' grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home, she too medicated
I ain't feelin' that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, ooh (ooh)
Come out the top and I shoot, uh (ooh)
Check how I'm countin' this loot (ooh)
Turnin' up so bad, they know I'm chose
Yeah, I want the money, the power, you keep the respect
Just don't get hit wit' the TEC
I got the bitch ridin' 'round in the front wit' the check
Know she be givin' me neck
Jewelry wrapped, keepin' that stick, ridin' 'round
Catch a opp and hop out playin' hockey, whoa
Got a purple nose, look like I made the honor roll
Kickin' this shit, she don't like I got my own
You expose that you a -, leave me 'lone (ooh, oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)
Pick it up, go right back out in a minute
YoungBoy, slimiest menace
Check how I do it, the fool get pitted (ooh)
Come out the top and I shoot, uh (ooh)
Check how I'm countin' this loot (ooh)
Turnin' up so bad they know I'm chose (Top, Top)
Top, they know that I'm chosen
I'm on her, just give me a Trojan
From the back to the side, got her posin'
Everyday watches, Pateks' and Rollies, don't correct me, Patek's
Bitch, take a shot at my neck
I ain't even tryna flip, that's a whole 'nother check
That's a whole new 'Vette, I'm drivin' these Astons, don't mind my lineup
Hundred grand tucked in my sweats, sprinter van filled wit' her friends (uh)
Walk out the party, then jump on the jet
I'm fuckin' her more, the more the best
Skeet on her breast, bitch, I'm a mess
She a Cadet, I am a vet', I ain't doin' no stress
Ho I'm turned up, I'm turned up, you see?
Leave me
Please, don't break our privacy
Fiend, you fiend, behind lesser things
Chosen, like they close to me
Like I am not worth anything (Gangsta Grillz)
Uh, yeah, yeah
Hermès everythin' grown
One million in duffle, one million cologne
Kick her up out of my home, she too medicated
I ain't feelin' that, no
Patek on bottom of the Cartier bracelets
Got to put that shit on, go, ooh (ooh)
Come out the top and I shoot, uh (ooh)
Check how I'm countin' this loot (ooh)
Turnin' up so bad, they know I'm chose (yeah)
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61fQzWkyQ4xzAH9o8WkGU2 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rose Gold | Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good
Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood
Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it"
Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes
Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plane
Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams
I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper, they bring up my name
Not wearin' white, everything rose gold
Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul
Put in the Patek and it came two-tone
Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co
Sit up and cope
Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, whoa
Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke
Fuck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope
Shoot wit' the Glock like I'm Ja
Global, don't need no WiFi
She know I ain't doin' shit for hundred thousand
Fuck 'em, go tell 'em I'm hot now
I waited to blow, I popped now
One million dollars, I'm turnin' it down
One hundred million, I'm chasin' it down
Controllin' my business inside of my home
Rich nigga, Bentley sittin' dead 'cause nobody drive it round
Case in the feds and I'm waitin' for his call
Celine, color red lookin' like he sellin' pounds
Jimmy Choo granted, my AP is matchin'
My shorts got 'em both in the color of brown
Hold up, know the whole thing rose gold
Sit and I think, I'm just watchin' her tone
Makin' that love 'cause lil' ho I ain't regular
Fuck 'em, it don't make a difference because they ain't scared of us
Every contestant, I buried 'em
We're laughin' everytime they say they head of us
Grind all day, I don't do no clubbin'
Pushin' who button? It'll turn out ugly
Remember I said only you can trust me
Know I'm cutthroat, slime, just like my cousin
Uh, tell them niggas stay out my way, I'm good
Tell 'em I don't need no award, I'm 'hood
Ho wan' fuck, tell the bitch, "Let's do it"
Rolls Royce umbrella, she thought they were canes
Jump in a Bentley, I jump off a plain
Swervin' that Phantom, still duckin' the cams
I'm the shit, fuck a Pamper, they bring up my name
Not wearin' white, everything rose gold
Got another nigga ho tryna take my soul
Put in the Patek and it came two-tone
Cartier bracelets with Jacob & Co
Sit up and cope
Hopin' it's plain jane, keep a nigga heart cold, whoa
Fuck nigga want you to say you want smoke
Fuck on these hoes and they fresh like the Pope
(Gangsta Grillz)
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7d60THs9nBNnlDg1hksDnJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Admit (feat. Nicki Minaj) | (Yung Lan on the track) DJ Drama
Kentrell
Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty
YoungBoy, are you ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Give no care 'bout who you fuck, she know I'm a gangster (grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl, bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (you do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime
Prove to me that you're solid
You want my heart, girl, you got it (oh, na, na)
It never gon' matter what they challenge me
Wish you standin' on sidе of me
She know I'm gang-bangin' violent
And know I got plеnty bodies
Run to the stage, YoungBoy in the buildin'
Got the bag in, time to turn up this shit
Hit 'em both straight, I ain't got no limp
Stay intact, it don't matter how hard it get
I'ma buy both, ain't no hardest pick
Tryin' hard for the slump, I'm gon' need no attempt
Steady keepin' my head, I'm on top of the rim
I been breathin' and dyin', she want me to live, yeah
She know, put this money aside and put it on (whoa-oh)
I would hate to see you run, I want you here with me now
And never for the go
Give no care 'bout who you fuck, she know I'm a gangster (grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl, bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (you do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime
I know you slime, I know you ain't lackin', you violent
Them niggas ran down on yo' homie, now you slidin'
If I don't pick up when you call, you gon' be wildin'
But, I just pray you make it home
Ayo, and we still on that get-back
Poppin' chains, don't give shit back
Backshots get that grip back
Go down, get yo' lick back
Real niggas don't play with a bad bitch, he ain't finna risk that
Soon as I give it to him, he finna get my name on his next tat'
Go against me, where your suicide letter?
Bitch wanna kill theyself, then I let her
Soon as he say it's go-time, I get her
Told that bitch, "Bow down," when I met her
You a amateur, ho, I'm in the league
Point guard, tongue out, oh, look at the speed
I don't lick the rims on shots, I all net her
Jumpshot wetter, NBA better (Gangsta Grillz)
NBA better, NBA better, NBA YoungBoy better (this is a public service announcement)
It ain't no question (do not be alarmed)
Ain't no discussion, yeah, they know YoungBoy better (yeah, they know YoungBoy)
Give no care 'bout who you fuck, she know I'm a gangster (grr, grr, grr)
I flash out bad, I don't care who in here, now, girl, bring yo' ass here
You all mine, don't you let 'em get in your mind, baby (ooh)
I admit you got that, "Ooh-ooh" (ooh-ooh)
And I like the way you do, ooh (you do, ooh)
Needed you from the start, but only if you knew
Gon' make sure you shine, sometime I lie
Babygirl, you know I'm slime
I know you slime, I know you mine
And everytime you with me, bitches be cryin'
I know you lyin', I let you slide
It's Queen Sleeze, in the 40 with me, that bitch'll die
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31DsvMoo8QxufX4VS7cNTQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Change On Me | (BJ on one)
You know what's crazy? (You know what's crazy?)
I changed for you (I changed for you)
You didn't think it was possible (you didn't think it was possible)
Only for you to change on me
(D-Roc)
Did I stay down with you just for you to change on me?
I ain't give my all for you to just up and change on me
Look, pull up on me, you know I can't leave
Gettin' to that green, ain't nothin' to me
Everything 'bout you be one of a kind
Whenever I leave, I keep you with me
Lean back, Mercedes Benz flow
No friends, I chase that dough (ooh, whoa)
When I peep, I see you the closest I been to my tide
Feelin' like the world on me
And they can't seem to see who I'm
Who I'm workin', so that I can be
You don't love me, oh, so what you say?
I be beefin', I don't promote peace
They'll die, they ever come this way
Come and let me hold you in front of my fireplace (oh-oh)
Conversation 'bout shit that the blogs say (yeah, yeah)
You tell me, "Don't worry, it'll be okay" (okay)
Ask me 'bout a bitch and it went the wrong way (wrong way)
Keepin' my calm when these people come 'round
It be makin' me not want to be out
Changin' my fashion, go up echelon
Swag the highest, it'll never come down
Smokin' on somethin' too strong for me
Heart feel like that it's gon' fall (yeah)
I don't even trip, I repeatedly achieve
I roll up another right now
I'ma go pour me some drink up right now
I was the one who they tried to hold down
I was the rose that grew out the ground
Double R truck and I paid 350
I'ma forever put-on for the Nawf
When he at low, I'ma lift-up for my dawg
Late through the night, you the one I'll call
I'm ready whenever you wanna get serious
Did I stay down with you just for you to change on me?
I ain't give my all for you to just up and change on me
This that pain
Rolls Royce umbrella to get through the rain
Flooded AP, it ain't givin' no time
Live show, I don't wanna sing
Don't care 'bout that money, I'm turnin' it down
She bad so you know I turn her up
'Fore the night end, know that I'm turnin' her 'round
I hate that she can't hold in the sound
Know that she been all across the town
Pull up on me, you know I can't leave
Gettin' to that green, ain't nothin' to me
Everything 'bout you be one of a kind
Whenever I leave, I keep you with me
Lean back, Mercedes Benz flow
No friends, I chase that dough (ooh, whoa)
When I peep, I see you the closest I been to my tide
Feelin' like the world on me
And they can't seem to see who I'm
Who I'm workin', so that I can be
You don't love me, oh, so what you say
I be beefin', I don't promote peace
They'll die, they ever come this way
Did I stay down with you just for you to change on me?
I ain't give my all for you to just up and change on me
(Gangsta Grillz)
Ma' (ma'), I got a family (I got a family)
I had to change for 'em (I had to change for 'em)
YB (YB), Drama (Drama), legendary (legendary)
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5uOm2bxhMFtbSxP9YVLlW6 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | King Of The Jungle | (Dramatic, nigga)
Let's just compare the rap game to the jungle
When we come through (17)
I'm poundin' on my chest like King Kong (ayy, ayy)
These other niggas turn into circus freaks (D-Roc) (all hail the YB)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle (YB)
I just entered the game, and I'm goin' to half-time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet, Roberto Cavalli (let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I gain)
That's a whole lot of blue money (oh, mane)
Can't forget I spent the same on a ring
She never once by herself bought a thing
She want Celine, and that's just a small thing
Havin' it, tappin' it, bought a 4MATIC kit
Fresh as night, I pull up in a Bally fit
Fresh as fuck, I look like that I'm servin' keys
Stay with a P, come from chasin' my dream
Now, I'm livin' this shit, got more water than sea
Got more toilets than me, how the fuck you expect you better
I'ma slime, if they 'round they a real stepper
Real made man when you comin' from the street
Same amount of cars as a taxi company
Get off house arrest, in the Nawf I'll be, in the Nawf I'll die
I ain't with the façade
In my granddaddy house, but he moved out
And I'll forever reside, play sticks in the yard
Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game, and I'm goin' to half-time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet, Roberto Cavalli (let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I gain)
That's a whole lot of blue money (oh, mane)
Cavalli my carpet, Chanelly my sheets
Shiny lil' Fendi, spend racks on a piece
I ain't talkin' 'bout jewellery, my nigga
I'm talkin' 'bout all them just watchin' my value increase
King of my home, all hail to me
At the crib, as you see that my lil' girl bring me peace
I came up, I achieved, I roll up and I chief
Stay on top of they necks so that lizard can't breathe
Majesty, I'm your highness
Diamonds, I rock the finest
Eight thousand square feet, can't find me
Wasn't frontin', tryna find where my mind went
No miles on the Bentley, ain't no need for to drive
At the dirt by Track Hawks, we bark outside
I'ma loner, I ain't friendly, I ain't tryna be ya partner
All red everything, all B's in the castle
Now, I'm ready to rumble, I'm the king of the jungle
I just entered the game, and I'm goin' to half-time with a whole lot of pointers
I ain't finish school, mama had nothin' to say
Still got up, I got it either way
Took the time off for to change my faith
Fugazi, that's all that I'm seein' these days
My house big and it's sittin' on a mountain
Control the compound and buy a new house (oh, it is?)
Got 'em all mad, sittin', poutin'
Real deal slime, let me tell you 'bout it (oh, oh)
My carpet, Roberto Cavalli (let's do it)
I stay with that syrup in my body (let's do it)
Stackin' it up, I won't fumble (I gain)
That's a whole lot of blue money (oh, mane)
(Gangsta Grizillz)
These niggas be tellin' false tales
Lyin' kings
You not seein' YB in the jungle
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6Gh8SC2X9tC1EmgJK6tin0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Don’t Text Back (feat. Yeat) | I upgraded my linen, huh, DOP, I don't do no simpin', uh
I really don't want you up inside my mentions (ayo, Bans, what you cooking?)
Get inside, I start diggin', huh, know you feelin' my inside your kidneys
I had to grind and it take me a minute
They was talkin' 'bout me 'cause my clothes was dingy
Hand-me-downs, I used to wear from my cousin
I used to ride up to slimes in the Pontiac
I got this shit in position, I'm quarterback
Pendants I put 'round my neck, make a Cartier
Cartier watch, it's not even a starter pack
All in my sleep, I get stack after stack
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that
(Huh, huh) uh
I mix the Oxy' with X, bitch, I'm booted like, "Uh" (uh, uh)
Swervin' that day, but then bitch, I'm gon' crank up like, "Huh"
I got some twizzies, they crazy, they kill you, they get you like, "Huh-huh-huh"
I made a mill' every day of this week, bitch, I'm rich, like, "Um-hmm" (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the swerve, I'm in the frog-eyed Bentley (skrrt)
I'm at the top of this shit like I'm Big Ole pimpin' (yeah, pimpin')
You broke, lil' bitch, we in the big boy league, you still countin' them pennies (bitch)
I was just talkin' to God, I'll fly with the birds, I'll fly with the cranes
I was just talkin' to demon, he told me, "Go get it," he told me, "It's endless" (heartless)
I'm not your friend, your twizz', your cousin, listen, no, I'm not friendly
I just been booted up for like 60 days, bitch, you know I been heavenly (booted up)
And you know that's why I do not reply, lil' bitch, so why is you textin' me?
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that
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7HXdou1NbLw8Ap7cPLezMZ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Act A Fool | Mr. Thanksgiving
YoungBoy (6lement)
(Gangsta Grillz)
They like, "Woo," huh-uh, you not no fool (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Know I'm on drink, but you know I don't lack, I got my tool (you know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (new-new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos (on X and I'm loaded)
Dope in the speaker, he found him a way for to get it
He did it all off of digital
I keep it exquisite, I'm straight from the trenches
We leavin' no witness whenever we get at you
Flooded with diamonds, I call that ho Pikachu
Prayer beads, it look like I do rituals
Bentley keys, told 'em, "Fuck him, go get his crew"
'Cause you already know what them hitters do
Rich ass nigga and he got yo' ho (got yo' ho)
Flooded my diamonds on top of these bitches
I wanna fuck in the side of the Rolls, put that on Dave, I ain't buyin' no Fendi
Leave him one, stretched up inside of the city
Stunt on yo' ho, I got Goyard in millions
I got them diamonds, they look like strawberries
They see it, they shinin' on top of my pendant
They like, "Woo," huh-uh, you not no fool (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Know I'm on drink, but you know I don't lack, I got my tool (you know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (shawty new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos
Love her, fuck her, cuff, and thuggin' that ho
Pull up in Honda, then they shoot at the door
Cousin Skully a gunner
They think that P Yungin the devil (the devil)
This ho wanna give me her soul (her soul)
Bangin' green through the day I'm a stepper (Grave Digger)
Alexander McQueen, that Maison Margiela
Want squash, you go talk to the reverend
Be like, "Woo," huh-uh, you not no fool (ha-ha-ha-ha)
Know I'm on drink, but you know I don't lack, I got my tools (you know I got my tool)
Shawty new-new, I want her friend too (shawty new)
That's a new coupe, I drive on jiggaboos
They like, "Woo" (Gangsta Grillz)
I ain't gon lie (they like, "Woo")
I been actin' a fool out here
These niggas ain't wanna let me back in
But guess what (they like, "Woo")
I still got the combination (uh, uh)
Who be lettin' all these wack niggas in recently anyway?
Well, I guess I gotta be gatekeeper again (uh, uh)
Hahaha (uh, uh)
DJ Drama (uh, uh)
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74IVS2Kd8rqzxalQ5RiBHC | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Kick It | And like that
It's been a pleasure
(ForeignGotEm)
We gone
(Gangsta Grillz)
Mhm, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah)
Right now I'm up and focused, this a Plain Jane Rollie
This Maybach my trophy
Legendary like Kobe
I want her, she bogus
She leave me, no notice
They gon' never understand me, what my mama told me
So, I won't never show no love (uh-uh-uh)
Know I can't get weak for somethin'
I'm leavin' once it's done
Puttin' nothin' but ganja in my lungs
I'm tryna heal my pain, I just got crossed and it burns
I lost my love, but it's okay though
'Cause I feel good
Shawty stickin' on my side
Yeah, right as she should
Tryna keep my head up, yeah
Tryna go somewhere where the blood don't do no shedding
Hold on, kick it, rich bitch on Sunset
Probably on her sixth Benz
Who speak? I just say, "Hi," to 'em
Probably wonderin' how I been
Wake up and dress myself, don't need no stylist (no, no)
I'ma bring this shit out, if I wear it, I fit it
Polo trunks can't fit these riches
We can go all night got too many bitches
I ain't worried 'bout that, probably stressed 'bout business
Got my gun on sight in a Benihana kitchen
I don't even eat this, Ben came here fishin'
From the Nawf to my house with a pool, he living
On the Dro all night, she gon' stand up limpin'
See my drink, I ain't leavin' I'ma still keep sippin'
She a target, ain't want her, I'ma steady keep missin'
Mhm, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah, Legendary)
Uh-uh-uh, mhm (oh, yeah)
Right now I'm up and focused, this a Plain Jane Rollie
This Maybach my trophy
Legendary like Kobe (YB)
I want her, she bogus
She leave me, no notice
They gon' never understand me, what my mama told me (they didn't want this to happen)
(Gangsta Grillz)
Oh, my, God
She's like cheese, watch me come next
Suckers
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65xRo2wa8Mdqi9IuN9jZAQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Back on My Feet | (Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it)
Ha, XO
That-that, that-that tempo right there? That-that shit?
Uh, you know, yeah, yeah (ayy)
I just jump straight on and talk that shit, talk that cutthroat
Look
I'ma hustler, 'fore I'm broke, I'ma make a way
I told 'em things different from up at '16, that was back up in the day
Now you already know anyway this shit go, shoot it out on the interstate
Tryna swerve 'em off the road, talkin' "Grrah," pussy nigga, "Grrah," 'til the metal break
Why they soldier hate?
They gon' make me wanna come and pluck 'em down, wanna give my fair shake
Head out of town, she a machine, make it back, that girl couldn't do hеr hair late
You know 10? That's my lil' bro, had to tell 'em stay up from undеr that ho
You know that that bitch know dirt on my ho
And my ho know dirt on that nasty ho (c-come on, come on)
They got another chick that be with 'em, had a baby for a opp, I like her on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done, I'll spit on 'em both
I got all the killers and real niggas and trill bitches with me, you know? (You know?)
These rap niggas know that I'm dangerous
And I know most some of them niggas hoes (they hoes)
I know ya heard how they block my songs when them people tried to send me up the road (the road)
Could've sworn this ho was gettin' fucked when I called her phone (bitch)
I know that she dogged me to her friends, but lowkey still don't leave me 'lone
My girl probably wouldn't even let the bitch inside our home
(Probably wouldn't even let her in this bitch)
All y'all will see, I'ma get back up on my feet (back up on my feet)
I ain't find peace, I lost my thug, now, I can't sleep (now, I can't sleep)
I want beef (I want beef), get your shit bust inside the streets (bust inside the streets)
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (pray for me)
Rap niggas over, and I said they all gettin' slumped over (gettin' slumped over)
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier ('cause I'm a soldier)
I won't think twice to kill yo' ass 'cause I don't know ya ('c-'cause I don't know ya)
Got to run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over
Got to top this shit from turnin' over (come on)
I keep my clique from sellin' yola
Got to keep my dog from off that boy before I found him sleep, slumped over (uh-uh)
Got to UberEat my bitch in Cali from house arrest some Bossanova ('Nova)
One Patek, only reason that I ain't bought 'em yet, 'cause bitch I know ya
You a messy gossipin' ass bitch and you might fuck me over (over, uh)
Bitch, I flex that guap, got lots of it, I turn that nigga ho up (ho up)
Think they know us, got to show us, talk that shit, we shoot yo' show up (grr)
Aim like Jonesy, feel like Rod
Think he a big nigga, like he Jewish
Tell 'em keep cross phones, better keep your rod
I had it hard, go 'round the corner, couldn't get it on inside the yard
You think we masked up for Corona how we ski'd up for that boy (psh)
Run up on me, you think it's sweet and we gon' send yo ass to God
Wrath and Revenge of YoungBoy
All y'all will see, I'ma get back up on my feet (all y'all will see)
I ain't find peace, I lost my thug, now, I can't sleep (now, I can't sleep)
I want beef (I want beef), get your shit bust inside the streets (bust inside the streets)
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (to pray for me)
Rap niggas over, and I said they all gettin' slumped over (gettin' slumped over)
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier ('cause I'm a soldier, bap, bap, bap)
I won't think twice to kill yo' ass 'cause I don't know ya ('cause I don't know ya)
Got to run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over (it's turnin' over)
Uh, think this shit been turnin' over
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19ILGybFhAB7Ye9vKe4r0u | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Won’t Step On Me | Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this (check this)
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (none of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me?
However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it
Just catch it, it's some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah
Real poverty in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldiered down, and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would
I wish you motherfuckers do it, yeah
Choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (grr, grr)
Nawfside 3-8, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home (ha)
They ain't wanna look out for my children (ha)
Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (yeah)
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
Grindin' to the ten, I been going through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
I'll zip your man, find you a new one
Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (what?)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean (ha, ha, grr)
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make-believe
I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside, I was robbin' jeans
I tell that ho get off my back 'cause only room there for my team (whoa-oh)
Give me that iron (iron), I'ma roll with 'em (roll with 'em)
Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga (no nigga)
They got a place for me
Lil Top, I got a K with me
A Drac', you know it love to sing (hrr)
He really pussy 'cause he red
But long as you know he gon' get down for me (baow, lay you down for me, bitch)
Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out, yeah)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (come on, come on, yeah-yeah)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (pow, pow)
I come up with plenty killers, got to keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine
Youngin' got on that Meth', he be lookin' mean
Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything (yeah, yeah)
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat
I 'member back in '17, I ain't had no money for weed
Man, I was bummin' for weeks
Down on my dick, so I scheme
Bitch take a bobby pin, and hide the money inside her hair for me
Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks
Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston dealin' boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Drea because I promised Jaz before we had linked (damn)
Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (bap, bap, bap)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me (on me)
Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (let it out)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (what?)
They gon' find this nigga stankin', he ran up on me
I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga
I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
Now, you better go on 'bout your lil' business
'Fore it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades
'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K's
Know I built the lands like it's my lands, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated 'til that glass
Bitch can't even pee about Lil Dave
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass
I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
Soldier rollin' loaded, I tell 'em free JBeezy
He creepin' creature, man
Four doors on me, make it look easy
With that heat, he leave your brain
Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna be big like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank
But the only thing
It's a difference, I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm Never Broke Again
NFL, Nawfside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want chains, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
Check how we roll up you (uh), I already know, cutthroat, nigga
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3gqTyw7JosxKm3eFMwOpk9 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Pimpin A Bitch | (You dig?)
(Squeeze)
(You know lil' bro got the 808)
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them, ooh, Lord
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
That young nigga 'bout that beef and screamin' "Fuck you and all your people"
He was raised by some old-heads, sold cocaine and wore beepers
Isle 32 slugged up, that nigga post on Cinneca street, doped up
Them niggas think they know us? Get your sister best friend to set him up
Pussy niggas in the game, with all these diamond chains, don't deserve a thing
Fuck you, let me get me, I take everything
She bounce that ass, but she got an old man, she out there bad
But she don't give one fuck for some cash, she gon' let me hit her in a Range
In that North it go down, huh
In that North, when YoungBoy out there you probably ain't gon' make it out, huh?
Probably be a body found, huh?
They can't prove it, but they knowin' all the results, huh
They know he live that shit he rap, they knowin' he a have them young niggas outside your house, huh
They knowin' that nigga ain't shit five
They knowin' that nigga had lil' four rob his best friend, slime
Haha, they say he out here on that shit na'
I said I had 25Ms before I signed a deal
For to make another 60Ms, I still grind
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Fuck a bitch, I tell her to bring ten grand, or I don't wanna fuck
Nah, I'm just playin', I don't want that from these hoes, but I could take it there
I don't wanna go to the BET awards, I don't know if I'ma make it there
Know them pussy niggas be attendin', I might have to spray in there
Them lil' two fine hoes out the field, they be both sharin' hair
You know they get it how they live, she take it out and let her best friend wear
Avenue J, them lil' apartments, I used to stay right back in there
You know Lil Dirty, that's my nigga, he ever need me, I won't play it fair
Was my hairdresser, you can share how me and my nigga 3 came
Fuck these niggas, cutthroat 'em all, I be picked out in the game
Oh, you left your pistol up in your car, huh?
Got some weed talkin' 'bout you need a guard, come get up in my car, five
Now get your stupid ass out now
How I play? YoungBoy, I play it raw, huh?
I'm a gangster ass nigga, an' I don't give a fuck 'bout what you thinkin'
I'm so, so North side, how many points on the score? Five
Bro bang for P, I bang for me
And everything tote this green flag, big slime
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
Pimpin' a bitch and we jackin' them niggas, because we comin' from North side
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6INkmSXLgHKqi18Vk5a4i8 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Handle One | (KP On Tha Beat)
(Jah, heat it up)
Say it to a nigga, "Owe you somethin'?"
Well, a nigga owe me somethin' too, and this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a Nawfside nigga, I can handle one (believe that, yeah, yeah)
Smoke somethin' behind my nigga, pull up and I blow my pistol
I kill a nigga bitch (boom, boom)
Play games, watch, I zip you (yeah)
Fuck that talkin', let's do that (yeah)
I'm a pimp, bitch, I'm- (yeah)
Whoa, slow down, your mama in here throwin' all that ass
Yeah, I'm in my bag, I'll flash out
Make a nigga whoop yo' ass and do you bad, you gon' get dragged out
Put a switch on back that .45, it's a MAC now
You pussy broke bitch, know you might die in that 'Raq, huh
Look, look, nighttime in the Nawfside, I'm posted in the projects
All the pain I got to dissect, bitch, I'll kill you 'bout my profit
If you ain't slime, you ain't one of my mine, bitch, cross the line, we slangin' iron
Stay with that look in my eyes, bitch, you gon' respect my mind
Tell a nigga, fuck him, then been waitin' outside for that bitch boy
Rock out with choppers, no guitars, I'm gon' go hard, I swear to God (yeah)
I miss my boy, I'm goin' overboard, I tried succeedin', bitch, it's hard (yeah)
Pop one, then I'm gone to head, doped up, I'm on my plenty meds
Say it to a nigga, "Owe you somethin'?"
Well, a nigga owe me somethin' too, and this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a Nawfside nigga, I can handle one (believe that, yeah, yeah)
Out my mind, bow, out my top now
Play, I shoot the fuckin' crowd, tell 'em, "Clear it out, now"
I just popped a Percocet, I'm foamin' in my mouth now
I go buy Z06 'Vette, inside I got that Carbon slime
She know it's beef, that boy an opp, she fuckin' lyin'
Hold on, truck-built bitch (ah), bitch, you better pick a side
Believe me one them boys gon' die
Matter of time, I'ma dish-out fire, now, bitch, bye
I need a point three right now, nigga
If you ain't slime, you ain't one of my mine, bitch, cross the line, we slangin' iron
Stay with that look in my eyes, bitch, you gon' respect my mind
Tell a nigga, fuck him, then been waitin' outside for that bitch boy
Rock out with choppers, no guitars, I'm gon' go hard, I swear to God (yeah)
I miss my boy, I'm goin' overboard, I tried succeedin', bitch, it's hard (yeah)
Pop one, then I'm gone to head, doped up, I'm on my plenty meds
Say it to a nigga, "Owe you somethin'?"
Well, a nigga owe me somethin' too, and this what I'm gonna do
I'ma grab that chopper with that knife on front
I'm a Nawfside nigga, I can handle one
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1mplGt7Yrhqyo0kOFu6DkA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Choppa On My Shoulda | (Mercy Beats, nigga)
(DrellOnTheTrack)
Yeah
Big dawg shit, believe that
What, what it is? Bitch
Salute me when you see me, nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder?
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia
I'm a convicted felon bearin' illegal guns without no holster
I'ma catch you, feelin' badly, ain't even wanna slump you over
I got a gangster bitch, I'm a gangster nigga
She know how to hold me
I'll stick the dice game that my friend attend
Then tell 'еm one of them niggas owes mе
Know this ho just tryna play me close 'cause I know this and I know for surely
Tryna get me at a pinpoint, you was gonna let 'em rollercoast me
I ain't far from 'round, I brought my boy straight out the Nola
I got brown drippin' from my nose, don't think once 'fore to bash me
You don't know me, bitch (yeah)
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fives, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you dumb niggas for thinkin' that you- (yeah)
Look, I got my Llama, nigga
I want all the problems (whoa, whoa)
Tell my lil' brother, "Keep them choppers from up out my mama house"
Bitch, tell ya mammy watch her mouth
I make my cousin walk her down
That's corn, and fast and sweet pea, and I got some straight up out the South
Be on gangster shit, from my family tree just look it down
This for my Uncle Eddie, real stick-up artist, ain't make it home
I don't want that bitch, she salt me down
Strung out on dope, ho, leave me 'lone
I'm fresh as fuck, that ain't enough, she still bought them niggas songs
That's why my baby still show love, dirty bitch I held you down
I catch your BD at the club and I might knock his ass down
Bitch, I'm a thug, now move yo' cappin' ass around
Got plenty rounds, I'm in this bitch with all my rounds, yeah
This for them gangsters and them bangers locked down in the feds
This for them fives, down to get dangerous, bust that nigga head
Ooh, this for old school who'll whoop one of you dumb niggas for thinkin' that you- (yeah)
You best call the feds
Ain't no sense to hold your head
These bullets rippin' through yo' hand
And we pull off once you dead
I'm with them murder babies, they on it crazy
They know that I'm paid
I'm talkin' concentrated, I'm medicated
So, everything be red
I let them shooters get 'em, they too official
I'll make sure that they fed
You keep that secret, so you takin' care your ass, I respect that
Bitch, we'll tell 'em move you from yo' dads with yo' dog ass
Tell that pussy bitch, "Don't run with 10," get on y'all ass
Salute me when you see me, nigga, 'cause I'm a soldier
You ain't recognize, you ain't notice how I tote that choppa on my shoulder?
I'm a G and I'ma run this shit like a G, know he supposed to
So cutthroat, you would think that they brought Slim back from Magnolia
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4HecUIG1O1ptEQuIzMTSZd | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | It Could Go | (Hey yo Bans, what you cooking?)
♪
Woo, la-la-la, hmm-hmm
La-la-la
I ain't no 2Pac of this generation, I'm AI YoungBoy
You try to get ahead of this generation, you'll get a run for it
Got a lot of risks inside my situation, but I was born for it
I'll take the breath pipe from a nigga, he try to find a hoe card
Mama please, let me wipe the tears off top of your eye
I look deep and I could see myself dyin'
I wonder why I took the Z's
For me to wear a glove with this Glock (that I pay his round)
My mistakes as a child, success will come
Fell before I come, and ain't nobody try to lift me up
Check dude off the line, he hit my mind, he tried to stick me up
Tell you more two times, they slung that iron, and tried to bend me up
Pussy bitch keep tryin' and still ain't rich as us
La-la-la
This shit ain't the same no more
La-la-la
Go to poppin', bitch hit the floor
La-la-la
Can you take away this pain, oh Lord?
La-la-la
Ain't no switchin' up anyway, it could go
From the Grammy shake to the Yo
From my grandma house to the hospital
Don't talk that gangster shit to me, you ain't never shot niggas
I'm a real top peeler and I'm known around
The world as Top nigga (lil' bro a block burner)
Spray from the top hoe with the whole nine, nigga
Treat my like a dog, I changed the life
Can't even fuck to make it right
And you so different, now you wishin' I know more, ain't like my type
Fuck the industry, lose the hype
I'm a user, fuck with drug dealers
Real connected, use my city for the plug niggas (believe me)
When you 'round me, don't type poor me, you surround white boys
Green flaggin' 'round, that's a die hard, they'll take your life for it
Thirty grand for the kidnap, that boy, you got it my boy
I'ma take care for dangerous people, I supply the knife toys
Create the night noise
You barely know me (la-la-la)
But I open all myself to you
You said you love me
You said demon fire, demons eyes
These days, I been scared of thuggin'
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2mbzyuS4fL72fHrmiWObXQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ampd Up (feat. Mouse On Tha Track) | (Beat Execz)
Y'all hoes wildin', whoa, no-no-no-no, oh
(XO) yeah, it's Top nigga
Huh, huh (MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz)
Shawty jiggin', uh
Throwin' all that, whoa (yeah, she jiggin' uh)
She get jiggy, jiggy, whoa (whoa)
I get jiggy with her, talk dirty, she get jiggy, jiggy with it (whoa)
I get jiggy with it, I hit it, she get jiggy, jiggy with me (whoa)
It's up, yeah, look, yeah
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me
Goin' through that jet, but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
Yeah, I'm sweatin' bad on that shit, boy
If I put you on my list you gon' get blicked, some with that hit squad
I'm the same nigga, once that shit get started, then I get goin'
Man, fuck that shit, I'm in this bitch, don't play with me
I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
I got a 70 round stick, inside, a bag of .223s (yeah)
Duh, I made the screamin', put your pussy ass to sleep
I said I hate all these niggas and all these niggas hate YB (hate YB)
Don't trust these hoes but all these hoes be all on me
Look, bitch make one diss, we gon' bust your tomato (baow, baow)
How you out a blick? It ain't nowhere that I came though
You better get your bitch, come with my clique, she get dicked down
Come on, punch me in my shit, watch how my youngin' wave my switch 'round
I don't know you 'round this bitch, you don't exist, I make you get down (I spray the crowd)
"Baow, baow, baow, baow," that's that choppa sound
Whipped down, jump out with guns, try to run and we gon' chase ya down
Grrt, pow, whoop, baow, skrrt
Grrt, get your body down
I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me (yeah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me (ah, ah, ah-ah)
Goin' through that jet, but with my friends, I got that Yak on me (ah, ah, ah-ah)
She arch her back and throw that ass like a boomerang (throw it back)
Clique of bad bitches poppin' pussy, that's the Gucci gang (gang, gang)
Booty hangin' out her shorts, she dressin' like a hoochie mane
Popped this hundred back, and I'ma fuck her like a Superman
I'm flyer than a bitch (yeah, yeah)
Casamigos got me out my mind in this bitch (yeah)
And I keep gettin' better like some wine in this bitch (yeah)
The only thing I love with drink I time in this bitch (oh)
Shawty got some back (oh)
Keep me comin' back (oh)
I treat her like a snack (oh)
I need to put it in (oh)
Cut the people out of business, got to keep it under raps
Better keep that money comin' 'cause it keep a nigga amped
I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, you ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
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3EIlmLZAgFQrMfD5yXajVS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Head Busted | We in this bitch, you already know (runnin' in it, runnin' in it)
(Skeeo, you crazy)
Uh, uh, Top, baow, huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me, what do you see?
A nigga got no love and never had no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street (yeah)
Them people on me, talkin' 'bout Feds in the city (feds in the city)
I stand on business, so, they out to get me
They don't like that I got plenty millions (that I got plenty millions)
I'm talkin' 'bout cutthroat to the meat show
Every nigga that you see run wit' me (cutthroat to the meat show)
I got that whole thing isolated from Salt Lake to my city (you know that)
Bitch, I'm drawin' down don't play mе 'fore I put somethin' in ya fitted (lil' boy, look)
Buckin Mills Kansas City, I gеt around on you bitches (I get around)
Listen to Rilla, Gotti in prison, come in my cell and kiss me (huh, what?)
Hol' up thottie-ottie mami, I like violence and semis, I'm dangerous
Green rag committee, I'm bangin'
Car wit' no slingers, but swangin'
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin'? (Ah-ah)
Bitch, you know it's murder gang (murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (murder men)
Pray all night then make that money
Not 'round 'cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed (check 'em off, check 'em-, check 'em off)
All that lame shit get you fucked up (yeah)
Bitch if you miss (nigga), just know your luck up (know your luck up)
(Look, look) you'll get your motherfuckin' water cut and all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't wan' start wit' us
I'm official
I'll mask down behind my nigga, keep a pistol
Got the industry and my whole town want to kill me
Bitch, I'm cutthroat, to my opp and sure, I don't fuck wit' gremlins
I'm a demon, pallbearer, gravediggin' fuck wit' me (whoa)
Real nigga status, big dog shit, need a big dog bitch
Now I know you know (and believe me, y'all niggas know that)
We don't got to go to no store (uh, uh, they know we don't)
They gon' bring that shit (yeah), I buy lots of expensive things (uh-huh)
I'm talkin' 'bout clothes and diamonds for her wrist
Green rag committee, I'm bangin'
Car wit' no slingers, but swangin'
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin'? (Ah-ah)
Bitch, you know it's murder gang (baow, baow, baow)
Stalk all night we murder men (baow)
Pray all night then make that money (baow)
Not 'round 'cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed (check 'em off, check 'em-, check 'em off)
All that lame shit get you fucked up (huh-huh)
Bitch, if you miss (nigga), just know your luck up (know your luck up)
(Look, look) you'll get your motherfuckin' water cut and all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't want start wit' us
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2tQGl8MCHfs1exYOG8upBu | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | No Alarm | It's Vade on the keys
Dope, dope, dope, dope
I told her, don't tell nothin'
She wouldn't be with me, I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' Joe's calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my family with these dirty guns
You niggas know you dead wrong
You niggas know you dead wrong now
For all that soldier hatin' you been doin'
Had a few fuck ups, but I showed the kids how to do it
Now they sayin' an influence
Found another thorough way for to do it
I done found my way in this game
Playing up they came on my way to tune it
A wealthy mane, but a fuckin' shame how he doped up, the fuck he doin'?
Livin' life like I'm on my own, they don't know what's wrong
A snake, my symbol that mean I'm that type of nigga cutthroat to the bone
Better get your ass on with that pussy shit always actin like somethin' wrong
Dick holdin' ass nigga always tryna make a nigga put 'em on
I won't give him a bone
Treat the rap game like the dope, so tell the label I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm thuggin' in this bitch, a sign of pure ignorance, but a business man at heart
And I'm chillin', ready for this shit to get shiggity
I'ma make the daylight out of dark
I'ma leave the scene and spin back around and kill that boy so nobody saw
How you love that playboy? Know I bang hard rock and roll with guitars
Into the venue, strapped up with my rocket and I got that choppa in the car
I end you nigga, you a make me pop, you want war with my boy
Shooter named Big E, he tote that choppa and he come straight out of Cedar
Shh, I better not hear nothin' in my home
Got my daughter in this house, you niggas know you dead wrong
No, you will not make it out, cut your fuckin' throat
Come on, let's get it on
Hide my girl and daughter and tell her silent her phone nigga
Dope, dope, dope, dope
I told her, don't tell nothin'
She wouldn't be with me, I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my family with these dirty guns
You niggas know you dead wrong
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4ulS4nxgbCXRDGLY4DNqBr | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hard (feat. Shy Glizzy) | (TJ Produced It)
♪
I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim and I'm strapped up with that chrome, whoa
Whack somethin' for my nigga E, he tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherfuckin' villain and I'm straight from out that North
Bitch, I got my rod, ain't slippin', hard, tried downin' me
Hard, I'm bangin' it, shoot at they squad, they fallin' down
Hard, I'm gettin' it, hard, they watchin' me
Hard, I'm glistenin', wow, wow, wow, wow
I'm so hard for this Rollie, I'm so hard for that Patek
Make it hard behind my brother, kill them boys inside they sets
So many millions, I flood my woman, like, "What the fuck I do with this?"
Outside your show, I sent my youngins, soon as it end, bitch you get blitzed
I aim and shoot straight at your clique, red dot, headshot
Hе jumped out on 'em, dead now, hе callin', I just play it off
Run down, take your shit, get your head blow, a let down
Rich as fuck, they mad, huh, they just wanna see my head blown
I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim and I'm strapped up with that chrome, whoa
Whack somethin' for my nigga E, he tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherfuckin' villain and I'm straight from out that North
Bitch, I got my rod, ain't slippin', hard, tried downin' me
Hard, I'm bangin' it, shoot at they squad, they fallin' down
Hard, I'm gettin' it, hard, they watchin' me
Hard, I'm glistenin', wow, wow, wow, wow
They like, "Glizzy, where you been?" I'm with them lions in the den (oh)
You say you in the trenches, but you lyin', nigga, when? (When?)
I had to shoot at my cousin, he an opp, that ain't my kin (goddamn)
If it ever comes down to it, I'll do that shit again (goddamn, goddamn)
Bitch, they call me Iron Man when I be in the South (oh)
But I thought I was a blind man, I'd never seen a job (never)
Trey-7, 4K Trey, lil' bitch, we creepin' down (yeah)
37, 38 (oh), you know them be my lions (oh, oh, oh)
I just bought me a thousand out of them bitches, caught a ticket (woo)
I'm gon' make at least two-point-five, that's straight up out them trenches (five)
I got a nigga who popped outside and I nicknamed him midget (skrrt)
If a nigga disrespect this shit, we gon' kill him, leave no witness, ayy (boom, boom, boom, boom)
I look like a dealer from the way I put it on
Mike Amiri denim and I'm strapped up with that chrome, whoa
Whack somethin' for my nigga E, he tell me he ain't know
I'm a motherfuckin' villain and I'm straight from out that North
Bitch, I got my rod, ain't slippin', hard, tried downin' me
Hard, I'm bangin' it, shoot at they squad, they fallin' down
Hard, I'm gettin' it, hard, they watchin' me
Hard, I'm glistenin', wow, wow, wow, wow
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0IxYliRWKFIdVvRf8pnRBr | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | More Wheezy | (Wheezy outta here)
These nigga lame than a motherfucker
Free my thug, my nigga, Wheezy, more Wheezy
What it is?
Uh, uh, uh
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Y'all niggas ain't catchin' up with me, all this talk (talk)
Plan on ridin' my wave? We gon' load up with Ks (bap)
And, my youngins tsunami the block (woo)
Got a VVS stone on all of my kids
Then somethin' just told me, "Stop" (yeah)
Just say, "Top, don't stop" (uh-uh)
I got them hundreds fallin' off the edge
Grab on her wig, I'm pullin' off her edges (bitch, yeah)
I went bought new image straight out the dentist
I can't stop the reppin', keep the dead in my mentions
We don't talk, detectives tryna hand us a sentence
I got sonic jets to get me from the Magnolia
Makin' sure they hear me clear all through your city (yeah)
Play with her cat, she fuck up inside my Bentley (hold up, wow, wow)
Play with that sack, got to run it through that, and I get it (wow, wow)
We 'bout to come for the high, ten million
We slimin', we grimin', we come up from robbin'
And every lil' thing that I said, bitch, I meant (I meant)
No understandin' with half my women
She know I'm a boss, and I cut her right off (uh)
Startin' shit at the house with half of my bitches, she trippin' (uh, uh)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag (just for my swag)
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Cannot do no clonin' me, move to astonishment
Since I'm holdin' the trenches, fuck it
I got the economy movin' on side of me
'Cause they know that I got 'em and thuggin'
I was breakin' and enterin', me and my cousin
Now, I got the remedy, chemistry
They thought that they knew I'd fumble (they thought)
Put the bitch in the whole, do no clubbin'
Burnin' off rubber in winter to summer
Workin' on something, I'm winnin' this summer (skrrt, skrrt)
See the print on my hip, that-that blick, play wit' Llama
We kill you, what they gon' run say to your mama
Can't tell 'em one thing, we might spray up your funeral
I don't like to get even, I'm really a general
Don't send me on beats, I'm not spittin' on nothin'
Fuck with my niggas, Wheezy, more Wheezy (Wheezy outta here)
Got suit up for court, how you go about that? (Go about that, yeah)
You can't straight these hoes, that one thing, just know that (know that, know that)
Can't steal my style, I'm wild, got to post in the jungle just for my swag
Straight to my bank, I don't get it in cash
Hit at your mans and I switch out my mag' (grr)
Wheezy, more Wheezy
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1rtfLClBhVBGusW25oaK8O | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Thug Nigga Story (feat. E-40) | (Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Double cup poured up, mud
Lean, lean, lean, I drink pure codeine
Don't care what you think, I can't quit my lean
And if you do leave, I'ma drink 'til I'm asleep, yeah, oh
Double cup I filled with mud, you know I'm poured up, yeah, yeah
Sippin' deuces for my thugs, it's ugly, no one I can trust, it's deadly
Touch me, bust it, straight to Heaven where I send that pussy boy
Oh, you ain't make it in, well, fuck your friend, it's up to you and God
In that car with stolen rods, do a drill while on a bar
Wet the block, that's MAC-10, had 3Three go rock the car
Ah, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy
Alright, I'm ready for any nigga that want my fetti
For any nigga that wanna stretch me
Man, it ain't safe, this shit get deadly
Wanna kill me, these niggas can't see me, they never gon' get me, they never gon' feel me
I'ma shoot it whenever I see you until I steal you, now that's real beef
I ain't about to mislead you 'cause I'ma game you up and I'ma teach ya
I just got a fresh bottle of blessing oil from my preacher
Born and raised in the soil, drankin' drank and smokin' reefer
Where the zombies shoot the needles between they toes, in between they fingers
I come from a broken home, nobody threw me a bone or gave me a loan, they wrong
I flourished on niggas and got to them riches, now look at me, partner, I'm on
I'm givin' my God all the praise and the glory
My part of the thug nigga story
My uncle Saint Charles taught me the game, he was my Berry Gordy
Tryna keep my head above choppy waters, my frame of mind is unbothered
The life that I live is lavish, a lot of rappers I've fathered
They call me E-40, the creator of Mangoscato
Earl Stevens, you can read my name on the bottle
You sippin' your potion? I'm sippin' my potion
You havin' your motion? I'm havin' my motion
Your foot on the gas? My foot on the gas
You smashin' and yolkin'? I'm smashin' and yolkin'
You poppin' your Ps? You makin' your rounds?
You checkin' your traps? You pushin' your pounds?
Your stackin' your racks? You holdin' it down?
You livin' your raps? You known in your town?
Double-fistin' and double-cuppin' the mud (in the mud)
A lot of my weeples is on white people drugs
Out here in the octagon, in the smudge (streets)
Where the cherries say, "Hands up, don't budge" (police)
Ah, glory, glory
And this is my thug nigga story
Oh, sniff dope, oh God, my soul
I need you now, I'm on my own
They call my phone
"I know you up in Salt Lake City, it won't be long until I kill you"
Alright, my boy
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1k5MHLQ8cbdn51KvGu0Hvb | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | With Us | (Beat Execs)
(Mercy Beatz, nigga)
(DrellOnTheTrack)
♪
Look, they don't wanna bang with us (they don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (yeah, one thing)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust (baow), from tryna play with us
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (okay, yeah)
Headshot 'em, the police find him (yeah), see his brain right on side him (bang, bang)
Shit, nigga what's poppin'? What's the problem? He wan' get at my partner (shit, what it is?)
Wе gon' spin the whole whip, tell that bitch, "Gеt this chopper" (brrt, brrt)
Respect the game you go too far and we gon' hit at yo' mama
Don Dada 'round the set and keep that TEC where I roam (yeah)
At six, ain't want go to school
At seven smokin' on strong (I'm smokin' on strong)
At eight, we breakin' in homes
I snatch a purse then ran out (I snatch a purse then ran out)
Bang anything, we get down
And bitch, I'm straight out that Nawf, nigga, what? (Yeah, yeah)
It could be bulletproof, we still gon' spray the tour bus (yeah, yeah)
I won't do what you wan' do, don't talk just let the tools bust (yeah, yeah)
My lil' nigga chewed, he got his strap and bitch he bootin' up (uh-huh)
Let's go get at dude girl, he say that he gon' shoot at us (what? What?)
Look, they don't wanna bang with us (they don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (yeah, one thing)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust (baow), from tryna play with us
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (okay, yeah)
Strapped down, they in that rental, get ready to spin on my set, don't play on, "Go" (yeah, yeah)
Bringin' my brother, we zippin', don't play with my nigga, I think they must not know (uh, uh)
I don't fuck 'round with these niggas even though she askin' and I know she know (let's go, let's go)
Opp ass ho gon' be the next one I hook on top that fishin' pole
Lame-ass nigga get gunned down with his pants down, can't run, take his soul
Out the window, Lil Dee bust now
Hit the front seat, swerve 'em off the road
Fuck these broke-ass niggas 'cause they all hoes (all hoes)
I just wanna see these bitches all go, I hope they know
Look, they don't wanna bang with us (they don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (yeah, one thing)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust (baow), from tryna play with us
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (okay, yeah)
They don't wanna bang with us (they don't wanna bang)
Armed, and we dangerous (yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust from tryna play with us (bitch-ass nigga, who gon' die today?)
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names
They don't wanna bang with us (they don't wanna bang with us)
Armed, and we dangerous (yeah)
I say I can make a rapper go to sleep by doin' one thing (huh, one thing, nigga)
Look, bitch, get yo' head bust from tryna play with us (baow)
Get the picture, catch 'em flip 'em, we leave stains and don't leave names (okay)
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3NjRO4eKRCzwQok5VDSJEJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Put It On Me | Leor, light it up
Huh, huh, hmm, hmm
Man, this that Raq talk, look, look
She wan' put that pussy on me, put it on me
Come and pull up on me, make sure that they don't see
We gon' fuck from night to all the way to the morning
I had to tell that bitch like
She said them niggas claim they gon' dome me
Don't move boy, you got me fucked up, we gon' split ya head, yeah
Did my first drill with B
Pulled down the street, tryna paint some shit red
You talk that shit then stand on that, better be 'bout what you said
Won and lost fights, inside the feds, these pussy niggas be scared
Got this lil' ho wan' come put it on me, no onе know or gon' see
She know how I'm comin', she don't get no monеy
Like I stab it back-to-back, I got her wet like a fountain
I picked that ass up, she said, "Don't down me"
Eat pussy, nigga, yeah-yeah
I don't like that nigga, yeah-yeah
One of them ho ass boys try me
I bet I'll paint the fuckin' city red (red-red)
Fuck yo' mama, call the feds
Bet you see just how I play it
We get active, leave out bust tags
Gotta scuffle nigga down we tag
Pockets got money, plus I got it on me
This bitch need some visine, 'cause she actin' like she don't see
Fireworks, need a A to graduate, I got a K with me
You don't understand, need a A or address
That K gon' dirty work 'em from the street
Bitch, through my whole life I had to beef
Buy dirty guns 'cause it's a war
Who say that they gon' pop YB? Yeah
We wet your feet, we play for keeps
Inside that water, ain't no sleep, so bitch, you best to have ya heat
(Best to have it, uh)
I ain't never played 'round with my nose
Point to above, gettin' full of Joe's
I know you know this shit get deep
Mama, been out here on my own, my girl try hard to hold me down
But this other ho keep blowin' my phone up, yeah (which one you want?)
I done shed tears inside that cell
I done touched down, time to cause hell
Layin' who that is, them looks prevail
Yeah, told her, "Buy condoms out the shell"
She text the phone, she said she headed over here
I know that she wan' put that pussy on me, put it on me
Come and pull up on me, make sure that they don't see
We gon' fuck from night to all the way to the morning
I had to tell that bitch right
She said them niggas claim they gon' dome me
Lil' mama wanna put it on me
I'm rollin' bitch, I make her leave
That sign that she wanna pull up
I keep making her beggin' me, "Please"
Let off shots, opp get struck from the truck
Bust 'em, zip 'em, that's keepin' the peace
Bitch, please don't get to postin' shit that them niggas get the drop on me
She wan' put that pussy on me, put it on me
Come and pull up on me, make sure that they don't see
We gon' fuck from night to all the way to the morning
I had to tell that bitch right
She said them niggas claim they gon' dome me
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7tC8BDq9bHZyV2dY1aEJuG | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Boot Up | Damn Max, this one's too hard
D-Roc
Hold on, hold on
Oh, ain't none of y'all 'bout murders (ooh, yeah, yeah)
They know we love to step on shit (yeah)
A switch on back, I burst 'em (bah, bah, bah)
Die in a white T-shirt, we dirt that bitch (huh?)
Get a new toe tag, we murk 'em
They be sayin' YoungBoy a dirty bitch (Kentrell)
I got these hoes talkin' 'bout they ain't fail, huh? (Bitch)
I got lil' shawty who wanna fuck, she already been everywhere
I know this stanky ho ain't talkin', she done been everywhere (yeah)
I told that bitch, stop all that stallin', let me go get in there
Hold up (oh, oh), I'm polo'd down (down)
Make yo' ho come blow me down (down)
Got a .38 and a hammer burner
Got a AR with a hundred rounds (grr)
Monkey nuts, this bitch got monkey nuts
Come on now, bitch, come and test yo' luck
We gon' make you bite the dust
Who that is that plan on strikin' us?
So we can wipe 'em up, baow, baow
That be that chopper talk that make them pussy niggas tail tuck
I'ma call cell, bitch, play with us
I ain't seen Ben, time to suit up
Timmy gettin' our motion granted
Jumpin' fresh, getting full of dope and haul in
Boot up, boot up
Bitch nigga, yeah
Been down to serve ten years just 'cause he left a nigga dead
Still out his mind
Boot up, bitch, boot up
I bang green, I bang red
We gon' flash a cutter up in this bitch
And they gon' have to call the paramedics
Hold it steady, aim with precision shootin' that blicky
This Adderall not Penicillin
I'm tryna send some shit straight through the ceilin'
Before we die again, get no attention bitch, with yo' irrelevant ass
Car got false plates, that's stolen tags
Bro got his glock taped with a drum, not mag'
I'm on his ass, when we get on his ass, he better not freeze up (up)
Shawty on my ass, but, I don't want her ass
I ain't tryna tease her (her)
I just make her feel brand new, then straight delete her
That's my lil' boss baby, go to thuggin', I call her murder amunita
Y'all niggas be on sudden shit, YoungBoy be on all of that
Get the drop, I send the blitz, I ain't stoppin' shit, no fallin' back
Pussy want to Insta' beef, he tweetin' and I see all of that
Head hunter all on the road
Get off house arrest, I'm gon' spray at all they ass
Yeah, and I'm with it
Hold on, hold on (stop playin' with me, bitch)
'Cause ain't none of y'all 'bout murders (yeah)
They know we love to step on shit (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A switch on back, I burst 'em (bah, bah, bah)
Die in a white T-shirt, we dirt that bitch (huh?)
Get a new toe tag, we murk 'em (go, go, go)
They be sayin' YoungBoy a dirty bitch (Kentrell)
I got these hoes talkin' 'bout they ain't fail, huh? (Bitch)
I got lil' shawty who wanna fuck, she already been everywhere
I know this stanky ho ain't talkin', she done been everywhere (yeah)
I told that bitch, stop all that stallin', let me go get in there
Hold up now, oh oh
Free them slimes
You already know how it is, we still behind enemy lines (oh, oh)
We bangin' 'til the end, nigga, believe that
You bitch ass niggas gon' bleed behind this (whoa, whoa)
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4CTEF9Ck65lTMAeCIn1YwR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dangerous Love | My nigga Brando been sick with it
Say Brando, what this hittin' for?
♪
Uh (Top, nigga)
Uh, yeah
They figured out, did they contest? I got to be at my best
Ran up my check, ain't buy no vest, I'm still at war 'bout my set
I say you pussy bitches play, we goin' to war, it won't end
Walk down the streets over black coat with dirty rods tucked up in
I'm mad that they don't let me show my ass now
Flash out or cash out, make sure to drop that ass down
They sayin' how they know I'm in my bag now
Spend that money, makin' it right back, huh
But still can't get you out my mind
I'm shakin' while you sleep wit' me
Jump and hope up you ain't see, that's 'cause I'm on pills
I ain't see peace inside the streets since the day Big Dump got killed
These pussy bitches quick to speak, but they don't know how I feel
Or see what we saw inside the scope, them pussy niggas got drilled
I done came a long way from grandma arms
Inside of jail without a bond
Grew up totin' dirty guns, the side of it say L.A.P.D
Robbing shit to get some funds, hammer cocked, my mask on
Free Lil Meechy baby, that dog food out here for cheap
What you gon' do, eat or starve? From Nawfside to livin' large
Why the fuck do I got ten with just a six-car garage?
To this day, still scarred, grew apart, and I ain't throw in my cards
She say she love me, say she with me then help me knock off that boy
She say she need me, she deceivin' inside the play I had saw
She was fuckin' with them niggas from out Park Falls
Ease my mind, baby, I'm medicated, rollin' hard
Tell you everything I'm facin' just in case you want the part
I'm tryna leave the streets, you see, this life ain't right
I'm tryna make sure I make it over, I live the life of a soldier
I need you to be here to sleep with me tonight
If not I be caught up with them gunners
They tryna swerve some shit under, yeah
Dangerous love I been feelin', mm, bah-bah
One day you'll give me all your love
I been wishin' (kick, kick, kick, uh)
Grandma baby, she died, drove me crazy, then I turned to the murder gang
4K Trey, they put your pussy ass up if you try anything
Drag your partner across that track, let 'em hop out, you might leave that man
Bitch, that's if you make it out, these slimes around got perfect aim
Been strugglin' for a long time, watch papa work a five-to-five
Come home, I got cold eyes, loaded, and he know I'm high
Bang that green and keep that red flag, ooh, they know I'm five
He play, we put that chopper on his ass, that's homicide
Want me to lose, ain't nothin' to prove, my life in 3D
They gon' hear about me from Martin Luther if they bump my CD
Or if the blogs been bashin' me, they don't wanna see me achieve, man, bitch please
I be more doped up than BG, they love that, I'm gon' shake back, just watch and see
My heart been broke from previous hoes, the aftermath, you might receive
You really want this? Help me change
You don't feel me, why don't you leave?
Hope you feel me, I'm diggin' deep, from behind
I pull out your weave, I'm a gangster, I don't do no blamin'
You gon' stay or bae, you could leave, you don't gotta worry 'bout not a dime
Ain't gotta work one day 'cause I'm your man, get everything you want, just need you 'round
Alleviate the pain, your symbol tatted on my kidney, your lil' nigga outchea gettin' it
She get serious about them benjis, tell them, stay up out our business, yeah
By now, you see I'm talkin' tell that nigga, I won't freeze up
I been caught up ballin' they gon' feel they plan on leavin' us
Try breachin' us, I back 'em up
To executives, I throw my Bs up, bitch, yeah
Dangerous love I been feelin', mm, bah-bah
One day you'll give me all your love
I been wishin' (kick, kick, kick, uh)
I'm tryna leave the streets, you see, this life ain't right
I'm tryna make sure I make it over, I live the life of a soldier
I need you to be here to sleep with me tonight
If not I be caught up with them gunners
They tryna swerve some shit under, yeah
Dangerous love I been feelin', mm, bah-bah
One day you'll give me all your love
I been wishin' (kick, kick, kick, uh)
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2BXxNeEEjTeSg0wvIxHk6M | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bloody Night | Skeeo, you crazy
Look, uh, whoa, whoa, let's talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon' do somethin' to me?
Bitch ass nigga
You ain't tell nigga you don't wanna do nothin' with me
Yeah, look
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I'm a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me, so I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches, "Say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
Tryna leave who dead? Gon' lay and beg
Gon' lose your head, bitch (gon' lose your head, bitch)
Them boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I'm smokin', tryna focus
Now called on me, pay her rent
Lil' posted nigga said that Quando got me tryna zoom shit
Been waitin' tote nines, it's like he ran up, switch 'em back with drums in
Shoot you in your front door, if you don't know
We don't choose, bitch, I don't pick (don't pick at all)
These niggas be tryna steal my style, don't try see what I'ma come with
But I ain't got Jason, so they fuck the engineer, I ain't no shit, now hold on
Shorty, uh, put that pussy on me, want me, I don't see
How lil' mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans
I got plenty hundreds on me, just want lean, I don't smoke weed
And I got a slime just for your slime for who wan' dome me
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
You'll lose your life
'Cause they been trippin', they can't wait 'til y'all make a wrong right
And that's exactly how that shit turn on a better night
Yup, you just don't know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain't never been inside that car, nigga
You just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitch
And all them old-ass niggas that you be runnin' with
Gon' end up on some zombie shit from a headshot
When lil' bro and 'em swang the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put 'em on my top list
I won't drop shit 'til I heard that he got blicks (yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin' green? Know that be my shit
I bossed it all, them boys they drop shit
Get a drop to show you they gon' stain you and who you with
They gon' stain you and your clique
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah, still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag, she got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
Police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas, it's a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches "say my name loud"
And I been official, hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
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4mrtQv4t8ikdSOb58jmpLO | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Don’t Like It | (Leor, light it up)
♪
You say I ain't your nigga
I feel I'm somethin' deeper
I'm a softly spoken creature
And I know you wanna see my fly
I'd die for you, you know
Hope you don't switch up neither
Gotta stay protected, so I stay suited like Steve Harvey
Turnt up then I took off on these niggas like I'm Lori and I
Came from EBT, no award won from BET
Try to keep my peace
But them niggas shot at me only for to say they got at me, oh-oh
Why they blockin' me? I ain't have not a pot to pee
Unless I stay with Three at my grandpa house
I can't stay with moms, 'cause we up in beef
She ain't wanted me to stay up in her house
'Cause I stay in trouble and bе smokin' weed
She couldn't do a thing when police roll mе out
Hope you happy now that I achieved
Don't fold on me, I won't fold on you
That we don't do
I just want her to be my fan, she got a dude
I don't know why you wanna be with me like I want you
Try for to put my pride to the side and hope we make it through
I got this shit up in order, whoa
They want a verse, I'ma charge 'em
I buy her a new car, ain't buy her no starter
You know that I pop out with diamonds, a awful lot
Her body brand new like I bought her from off the lot
Shawty and I brand new, my brodie pop out a lot
He jump out and pop it, he makin' your body rot
I'm screamin' out, "Murder," like, welcome to Jam rock
You say I ain't your nigga
I feel I'm somethin' deeper
I'm a softly spoken creature
And I know you wanna see my fly
I'd die for you, you know
Hope you don't switch up neither
If you say you love me, I got it
Can't you quit that clubbing? 'Cause I don't like it
I don't know why they be with all that typing, knowing they ain't like that
I don't need no wife, most of these niggas even dislike me
Just as long as they don't try that
I feel that it's nothin' too high
If you low, then I'm bringin' you high
On your own, you got it right
Congratulations, I'm proud
You know I got some trust issues from all my past relations
If you go down now, you know I'ma shoot
I don't do no contemplatin' (no)
You say I ain't your nigga
But I feel I'm somethin' deeper
I'm a softly spoken creature
And I know you wanna see my fly
I'd die for you, you know
Hope you don't switch up neither
If you say you love me, I got it
Can't you quit that clubbing? 'Cause I don't like it
I don't know why they be with all that typing, knowing they ain't like it
I don't need no wife, most of these niggas even just like me
Just as long as they don't try that
Gotta stay protected, so I stay suited like Steve Harvey
Turnt up, then I took off on these niggas like I'm Lori, and I
Came from EBT, no award won from BET
Try to keep my peace
But them niggas shot at me only for to say they got at me, oh-oh
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2n4wgPlUnfNmF8udeRih04 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Tell Me | (Tre made this beat)
(It's me, Mario)
(AKel)
Ayy, you know, from the first time I saw you, I
I always had a special feelin' for you (D-Roc)
Now, tell me, who you love?
Oh, now, tell me, who you love?
Oh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Now turn around, face down, ass up, take it down, run back (mm)
I try for to ease my mind, I play like I'm not
Oh my, you drove me crazy
Spend plenty money 'cause I make it
That shit they on is all outdated
We stay updated, chasing that paper
I got a big bag, and I ain't never kick back
Since I been up on it, I been better, 'kay?
Who you lovin'?
Who you lookin' for to see when out clubbin'?
Tell me after, is it anyone you'll leave with?
This ain't the way I was in her business, I'm just thinkin'
All my cash out on the spot for the four seasons
I'm a dog, we thuggin' every ho
After all, you know I do not treat you like that, no
You be thuggin' and treatin' me like you don't love me at all
You be tellin' me hurtful things when yo' feelings get involved
Now, I want to know
Now, tell me, who you love? (I want to know)
Oh, now, tell me, who you love? (I want to know)
Oh, ooh-ooh, ooh
Now turn around, face down, ass up, take it down, run back (mm)
I try for to ease my mind, I play like I'm not
Oh my, you drove me crazy
I love beyond and above
I don't give one, care 'bout what they talkin'
I just wan' run it up
Try make you happy with this rappin', all the stackin' it up
He want you back, but, you can't leave, this nigga got me fucked up
This his last time dissin' me, I got to get him bust-up
I see you tend to hold me more every time we fuck
They try to tell me things about you, like some guys who you fuck
Like how you feelin'? Fuck that tippin', buy you a new Bentley truck
Money made me change, I ain't ducked out like how I was
But, when you love
Tell me, who you love? (I love you)
Oh, now, tell me, who you love? (I love you)
I love, I love you (tell me, who you love?)
Tell me, who you love?
Now, tell me, who you love?
Tell me, who you love?
Who you love?
Now turn around, face down, ass up, take it down, run back (mm)
I try for to ease my mind, I play like I'm not
Oh my, you drove me crazy
Okay, I got a bottle
Take her shoppin', then, I follow
I done got shit exotic, got a body, like a model
I got her right on side me, then, I stop and get on top
Oh-oh, ooh
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7LtZ18zrE2TX7Sw3tnPV3N | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Shotta Soul | Damn
Ayo Drum, play that bitch back (oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the)
Most of the shit, and I say
(Danny got that juice)
Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today (today)
They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break (I ain't never break)
Interrogation, I ain't never say
Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules
You got to pay (you got to pay)
I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (amen, amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (mhm)
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
Fifty cent chip bags from the store
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land
I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa)
Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh)
I know that you see I'm worse than before (oh-oh)
But if you mine, you'll stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
Got to make more money than I had before, oh
But he don't value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that (they thinkin' that)
Young nigga rick like Richy
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees
For my bro', I'll probably sell my house
He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off (I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
Told a bitch she better watch her mouth (watch)
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die (die)
Not a child, I don't cry, just make sure I'm focused
I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride (sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids (them racks)
I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year
And still don't know what I did
Play games, nigga, I set the bait
Mask up, ride with my, I take the blame
If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids
Lord know I grew up I can rob this case
I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf
I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (that's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still sitting 'round puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (whoa)
Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (oh)
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo, whoa (oh, rodeo)
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6iMWB9q0CylvnKEFr5xsLh | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fresh Prince Of Utah | Bow-wow
Yeah-yeah
Top, top
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
This is a story all about how
A pistol totin' kid named YoungBoy grew up in the Nawf
Whole life in war, he got some money then he moved to Utah
But still ain't stop from the top the mountain, he skippin', knockin' shit out
Bitch, still with the clique and you know for shit, we don't switch
I put this ho' inside the trench, you try to diss Big Dump bitch, yeah
Four Loko with some Hennessy on drunk shit
Spray the whole crowd, I'm usin' my aim so don't try me, I assist
Perc' 30, bro brought Roxies
Bought all the dirty Roxies
My shoulder weak, the stock in
Got your bitch, don't know where I been
Pray that my city cleanin' murder cases
City players, outside prayin'
Hold up, think I see the pill man, I'm finna run off Xans
Uh, you know I like to dance
Stopped and watch me give it, yeah
Shawty, yeah, this lil' bitch said, she wanna have my extra leg
Hollow tips stuffed in the head
Cock it, pop this bitch, no stoppin'
I'm locked in, I count Ms, I spend about a thousand, yeah
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in hand
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
You don't wan' fuck with me, Slimeball so, call the cops
Girl, your plates off UC, we'll bang it out at the county call
Ten got three hoes, and bottom back from Valero
And FaceTime me on my phone
And let me watch while you take 'em down
Uh, yeah, you know I need a rachet bitch that be on rachet shit
With saggy tits
Fuck baggin' bitches, I don't need them ones
I don't give one fuck, I'm thuggin'
I love them hoes from out that north
Know them hoes out that north, they love me dollar
Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm (get down)
Nigga tried to bust
Tried to get my shake back, know I'm rachet
Tried to get my shake back by my cousin, nigga
Huh, the fuck you mean?
Double cup muddy, movin', slash
Saw me on Plank Road, me and buster in the Cutlass, nigga
Uh, uh
It's a parade inside my city, yeah, ass shakin', givin' head
Ain't no county product of the feds
Flag green, the cutters red
Now watch, I cut him like Sherhonda, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who want me dead?
Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah
Nah bitch, I'm loaded feelin' myself
Right now, I'm not myself, I'm turnt up
Got that iron in here
Yeah, I got it right by my belt
Them niggas plan on poppin' him
They know that he don't like them
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2GGh5FxKXI7bEJ6rFzsRbG | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Never Lie | Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?
♪
Lil' bro, my soul tired
Don't wan' cry, but, I'm hurtin' inside
Why I got to fake my smile, or she can't see that I'm tryin'?
Perc' ten, grindin', I'm puttin' work in
She know I ain't perfect, but she know that I'm worth it, oh, oh, oh
What that talkin' do? Make us load up, puttin' down your crew
Lil' bro' rollin', pistol totin', but, we both focused, I'm loaded too
Got a chick who feelin' me and to get me gon' fuck the crew
If it go down, just hope we first for to let it off before it boom
I see they tryna strategize
They could re-design, still all gon' die
Better tell 'em people child, don't choose sides
Ain't no name on them choppers, bullets flyin'
Fuck around and get yo' soul relocated
These pussy ass niggas pissed off that I made it
I want the money, diamonds, and all of the pearls
Fast cars, bad women, keep on spinnin' the world (oh, I)
Don't get inside of the car if not a pipe inside (oh, I)
They know Lil Top get active, I ain't never lie
You wan' play 'round with my heart
'Cause you know that I love you
If I ain't love you from the start
Will the bitches up and thug you?
Tell me, fuck me, I tell you, fuck you
Don't know why the fuck you touch me
Bitch, I ain't touch you
Look, I don't wan' fight, lay down tonight, you made my pain go away
Like you ain't got sit there repeatin' like I ain't hear a thing you say
So bae, you wan' be 4KTrey?
But leave that 'lone, that shit for lames, that's what I tell her
But I know she know I'm dangerous, that's a shame
I went bought the bitch a chain
I went bought the bitch a ring
Up inside of this right here, the bitch was straight before she came
Tryna let my pain pass over, I been standin' in the rain
Got nothin' to claim, fightin' for a title, still ain't claim
Lil' bro, my soul tired
Don't wan' cry, but, I'm hurtin' inside
Why I got to fake my smile, or she can't see that I'm tryin'?
Perc' ten, grindin', I'm puttin' work in
She know I ain't perfect, but she know that I'm worth it, oh, oh, oh
I want the money, and the diamonds, and all of the pearls
Fast cars, bad women, keep on spinnin' the world (oh, I)
Don't get inside of the car if not a pipe inside (oh, I)
They know Lil Top get active, I ain't never lie
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0MtCSm5zOkCZ9RT0tUjcuX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | DentHead | Hol' on, hol' on
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Ah, uh, gang
Baow
(D-Roc)
Let's do it
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh
Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news
I brought my whole fuckin' crew
They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do (dumb shit)
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Murciélago steppin', my Giuseppes I bought blue
I'm in here, who gon' stretch me? Know my five snuck his tool
Soon as I point, know he gon' shoot, that's how he do, that be my dude
Northsider proof, yeah, yeah
Soon as we see him, we stop this bitch, hop out
They hatin', they better stop that shit, can't stop, they know I'm hot now
This money, got a lot of it, go tell 'em play that Top sound (play that Top sound)
Shorty wan' fuck me, say she love me, know that I'm thuggin', I ain't goin' for nothin'
I push the button, it turn out ugly, I say, "Fuck it, it's a murder scene"
Doped up, and I'm screamin', "Free my cousin," gone off plenty lean
Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now
I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now
Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out
We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
This TEC connect, you hit the deck, they roll you out, yeah
Know that we grimy than a motherfucker
Fuck him, let his mama love him
Ayy, five, we slimed the stupid motherfucker
Tryna keep his head above water
We plucked him, better learn how to swim or you in trouble (bitch, ha)
Bitch, I know one thing, you better not motherfuckin' play with me
Leave your brain on the side, you with your head bust up inside the streets
All my niggas stand on business, I'll die for them, know they'll die for me
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm
Bitch, you better not step on top my motherfuckin' shoes, huh
Let a bitch think they can play with Top, gon' make the news
I brought my whole fuckin' crew
They dumb, I'm tryna see what you gon' do
Shorty wanna chill, but I can't right now
I've been rollin' off them pills and I can't think right now
Let a nigga play, he gon' get killed, I'm out the window hangin' out
We bang it out, tryna knock 'em out, bitch, close your mouth, yeah
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5IeJ3cGIsDq1CQ1phClwT7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Poppin Shit (feat. Jaz) | (Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Why they mad?)
Poppin' shit, Balenciaga (hmm, yeah)
I'm the shit, I'm the topic (hmm, yeah)
Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fades
Singin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)
Singin' to the thunder, stayin' strong through the rain
Switched up for that bag, but can't get mad
'Cause I won't change
Four-door matte black Jag as I smash through the lanes, huh
I know that shit sad, but I fall back cause all it lame
Poppin' shit, lovin' how you look in all that Dior
Millions blood, what she want, I get it for
Diamonds hittin', they on galore
Took off, hit this bitch, oh, Lord
I'm the shit, I know they know it
Pop your shit, I'm out here for it
Take off them things that I'm actin'
I'm in it, I'm in this bitch, I know Lil' Top
My only girl, you know my ma'
You know my hustle'll never stop
You know my grind'll never flop
See all these foreigns that's at my house
That hatin' shit, I make it stop
Whip out that bag like, "Close your mouth"
Poppin' shit, Balenciaga (hmm, yeah)
I'm the shit, I'm the topic (hmm, yeah)
Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fades
Singin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)
Poppin' shit, Balenciaga, hmm-mm, yeah
I'm the shit, I'm the topic, hmm-mm, yeah
Long hair like Rapunzel, make sure my heart never fades
Singin' to the thunder (hmm-mm-mm)
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7EHOorGNbnzDGmJDFVOhcJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I’m The One | Came and got a Rolls
(D-Roc)
Whoa, I'm tired, I'm tired
Shit
♪
I am the one got the store, keep it comin'
Walk in the venue, might throw out some money
I know how it feel for to not to have nothin'
I'm gon' spend me a hundred and turn up my youngin'
Betrayed, and got stabbed in my back and it's killin' me
And this happened like too many times
Ain't no sense to the crying, I'ma turn up my rhymes
I'ma cash out that shine, I might buy me a ride
I won't kill anymore (oh, yeah)
I wanna lay in her arms when I look in her eyes
I flew the bitch on the jet, but, her attitude nasty
That's every time she on my side
I spent eight hundred thousand on a brand new AP
Quit that rappin', ain't tellin' no lies
Stay with that static, do dirt with that fire
Pussy ass rapper get switched like a child
Oh, you wan' cap? Get slapped
Better chill with that bap, up the strap like, "Whoa"
I thought that you was my friend, I just want you to win
You forever my bro', oh
Came up, thuggin' for to get it to my mama, I'm sorry
I been healin' my soul
She ain't really love me, she was playin', oh, no
Thought that I did it, whole time, I ain't know
Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes
Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads
Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze, time, oh
Hope you didn't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke
But I only got two problems right now
Where to spend my money at? And, should I get a new ho?
She got a problem, one for to take care of her baby
And two, for to pay off her house
He got a problem
That iron or the money he makin', he plannin' on robbin' about it
I got a problem, you already know how I'm bangin'
My niggas do dirt with that chopper
New Chanel bag, gotta tell a bitch body
Hermès bag could've bought big body
Hm, separate fast, I'm sick of these hoes
Ten rubber bands, I'm sick of these broads
Links on my wrist, but, this time ain't froze, time, oh
Hope you didn't think I was playin' when I said I'll never go broke
But I only got two problems right now
Where to spend my money at? And, should I get a new hoe?
She got a problem, she know that I got it, just hit me whenever, wherever you go
I ain't buy her no body
I let the bitch drive the Maybach to the store
Stack up that money, just layin', my grandad say, "On soul" (say "on soul")
I just gave her two million
Don't play with me shawty
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3QV4YmDxaP65pWITv9F2cR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Survive | Inside the streets you gon' achieve
Or you gon' bleed, it's just the way up in life
(It's Malik on the track)
It's just how things go in life (ah, ah)
Is you gon' stay? Is you gon' leave?
Your love hurt, why don't you see?
My love works, then work with me
You just gotta decide (decide, decide)
Body eight, no open scars on
Leanin' physically, I'm full of pint
My mental fightin' to keep it 'sane
They want it blown off from close range (close range)
Two Glocks, they twins
My granddaughter identical, I'm pitiful
Can't find a way to open my heart and strictly feel for you
Why? I done seen things that hurt my eyes
Before we even got this serious, you really like my guys
I'm sittin' here curious
I ain't billin' it, just really wan' know why
Likewise, you'll think that way
You accepted all my invested time
Day one, nigga, look
ChoppaBoy home, tryna turn him to a star (to a star)
Make sure we last what I'm on
K bulletproof with no car
Duck on my pants, comin' home, I scroll my first baller hard
Finally, on with me not knowin' I have to carry on without my boy
Mhm, it's okay when it's safe, I'm around (ah, ah, ah)
I won't see you left behind, can you come? (Oh, oh, oh)
Through the rain, drivin' all through the storm (ah, ah, ah)
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
Plenty money turn you from rachet to classy talk
But you still wanna act like you a dirty ho
Bitch, you too old
You do certain shit to make them laugh
And that's what make me seen you on
Bitch, I'm too private up inside my home
And I know you know
Been prayin' that Baby Joe can win
Boozlia seed, that's on my soul
Won't leave the streets, just point the way that you wan' go
I got to cuff a lil' blick more than yo' ho
And bring a stick out on the road
They after us, that boy died playing with Quando
Feel like I've at this shit for way too long
Man, y'all been 'posed to have a home
I need somethin' stronger, man, this smoke not too much po'
I cannot let 'em turn me down, I get it on
I'm workin', I make song for song
But I know they still gon' try to blackball me
They hoes (they hoes, they bitches)
It's okay when it's safe, I'm around
I won't see you left behind, can you come?
Through the rain, drivin' all through the storm (ah)
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
They know I kick it, got to get it, I'ma win it
Might have to pop out with that glizzy
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
Get it, work it, on the pity, fuck the critics
Got offended, gotta take it down and get it
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
It's okay when it's safe, I'm around (ah, ah, ah)
I won't see you left behind, can you come? (Oh, oh, oh)
Through the rain, drivin' all through the storm (ah, ah, ah)
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
Day
Yeah
I know the sun gon' shine on a new day
Day
Oh
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13G0DByORykUjNuYYilIUA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | You Knew | We got London on the track
I got on Balmain and she got on CC, this was playin' before Christ
She be playin' games and she got it on repeat
That the shit that I don't like
She be comin' toxic on the 'net
Tryna show her body, I'm so dumb on the Kawasaki
Find her old man
We gon' stretch him and take her shoppin'
And she never gon' tell nobody
I'm fresh, she smooth, keep me one, Cancún
And you, and you know what you doin'
And violate you, out my life, baby, I lose
Got me motivated but you know I been G'd up
When you up in the set, they need us
Now they never can come back
Throw that ass in, make it come back (oh, nah)
Anything that you want, you can have that
Young nigga ain't ever have to make a comeback
I'm the one sittin' on the hill with a big bag
I gotta go hard, we ain't never gon' stop
Once I'm finally started, you know that I'm turnin' up, you know
Take you out, five star, what you don't like?
Do your make-up, favorite part be your highlights
Feelin' you up from the back, through your side for the night
Picture, no usin' no filters, no way
I am not worried 'bout your nigga, okay?
She know I'm official soon as she get with me
She percolate, ah-ah, I get her medicated, gotta hit up my boy
Diamond her neck, bracelets, I want VV the set
I'm in a mink coat, keep me warm so that they the, oh-oh, oh
Typhoon, she water approved (oh)
Know she bettin' on me, she won't lose (oh)
You do what you do and you knew
And you, you knew that I'ma ride
Now throw that ass in, make it come back (oh, nah)
Anything that you want, you can have that
Young nigga ain't ever have to make a comeback
I'm the one sittin' on the hill with a big bag
I gotta go hard, we ain't never gon' stop
Once I'm finally started, you know that I'm turnin' up, you know
Not expressin' myself 'cause I'm scared you gon' leave
You wanna tell you the reasons for things
'Cause I know that you think a certain way and it's not what it seems
Lil' shawty insurance 'cause I'm feelin' too tight
And I get what you want then you bannin' my side
See, my exes are addin' you later, fah
Don't be sayin' what you say, got me hurtin' inside
She know one thing, I'm G'd up
Shawty motivatin' me, think I need her
Can't a new bitch make me leave her (mm)
As long as I got you, with bitches, I'm through
For a fact, I won't watch you, you fuck up, that's you
'Cause you do what you do and you knew
And you, you knew that I'ma ride
Throw that ass in, make it come back (oh, nah)
Anything that you want, you can have that
Young nigga ain't ever have to make a comeback
I'm the one sittin' on the hill with a big bag
I gotta go hard, we ain't never gon' stop
Once I'm finally started
You know that I'm turnin' up, you know (turn up)
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4HTkk2vceRNg08yGcRJtBS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Purge Me | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Mmm, headache from me hurtin'
This Percocet ain't workin'
Hope that you won't do me dirty, ah
I drink lean out the bottle
Soul flying rider, from the bottom, I'ma shine up
I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me
I ain't seen you yet, I'm working
I got choppas on the seat, I ain't worried
Got my daughter upstairs, please, don't try to purge me
Yeah, baby, I'm a demon, I be high as I could be, yeah
Man, I miss my niggas, I'm by myself, I'm drinkin' lean
Can't run out, I need more potion
No, I ain't the only one that's hurtin'
I can't say some things right now, but you know one thing for certain
I fuck with you, that's why I pulled up with you, you know
You don't notice everything that you do
She want that coupе? I bought it, I'm in her head
You do what you do, I'm 'bout it
Now, you go ahead
I'm a young nigga, I got big Bеnjis
Uh, came up, I ain't goin' broke no more
Gotta make sure they know, oh-oh
Got four-eight bitches, stay out my business
I ain't goin' out sad behind no ho
I say, "Oh no, oh-oh"
From the top to the bottom
Know you better watch out, I'm a goblin
Grave digger, I want all the problems
Pallbearer, we handle they body
Get it poppin', she know how I'm rockin'
She don't know, but she know all about it
Stick beside me, I'm floodin' her body
Everything that I buy is exotic (whoa-whoa)
How do you feel when you with me?
Mmm, up the pole, this drip from overseas
Lay you down and strip you out your jeans, ahh
I won't hurt you, just don't plan on hurtin' me, ah
Mmm, headache from me hurtin'
This Percocet ain't workin'
Hope that you won't do me dirty, ah
I drink lean out the bottle
Soul flying rider, from the bottom, I'ma shine up
I won't hurt you if you don't hurt me
I ain't seen you yet, I'm working
I got choppas on the seat, I ain't worried
Got my daughter upstairs, please, don't try to purge me
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7B1J53ECCbVKukD19Wyy5K | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Know | You tellin' me you leavin' 'cause it's hard
Guess I should sit here while the devil dance on my soul
Fire burnin' in my lungs, can't get the words off my tongue
You're mine, I can trust you and I know that I know
Who is them to compete with me?
They ain't tryna roll up like us, I know, I know
It was only my niggas that put me on
They ain't give us one thang, and that I know
You still might as well say you mine
Just one look, I see the whole world in your eyes
Combination on my heart, no one could get inside
All the wrong ones want me, it's so bad
Should I run, if I
Please don't try to catch up this time
I need someone to hold me, keep me safe in this world
The moonshine, I can see it bloom in your eyes
Don't try to hide if you cry, I see your tears fallin' on the floor
Me, am I sorry?
If you leave, please call me
Please don't leave me all alone
Don't just hate me, take the money
You'll be fine without me
Damn, without you, I just can't hold on
While my feelings drift with the wind
I have no friends
You the only lover I need to see
They throwing bombs and I don't have no shield
It seem like you ain't come around all year
Modification engines, I'm dependent
Done winning, I'm turnt for the year
Changin' my Denim linen got me feelin' like I'm the richest one here, yeah
I'm the party, pull up, get it started, got your friend all in my ear, yeah
Half a ticket Richard Mille
Bentley, jumpin' off the Lear
You tellin' me you leavin' 'cause it's hard
Guess I should sit here while the devil dance on my soul
Fire burnin' in my lungs, can't get the words off my tongue
You're mine, I can trust you and I know that I know
Who is them to compete with me?
They ain't tryna roll up like us, I know, I know
It was only my niggas that put me on
They ain't give us one thang, and that I know
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2rkTDJLlnCgZuHB8uLc5Fp | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hold Your Own | (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
(It's Malik on the track)
♪
(Run that shit up, Jay)
It's YoungBoy
(Khris James, what the fuck?)
Street nigga and she got a real possessive body
Youngin', don't you want your life? Don't be stupid, this ain't kamikaze
How you 'posed to hustle? You can't focus, you out here takin' Roxies
Knowin' I got the trick like hocus pocus for to drop the boxes
Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam
Go, New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin' out of taxis
Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin'
Transaction active, he too flashy
What's the worse perhaps could happen?
Result in him tied up on the other side of the bed, stuffed under the mattress
Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube
Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I'll murder Cupid
She say, "You don't deserve me, stupid, you fuckin' jerk, let go of my shirt"
Since grandma died, I ain't go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt
In the eight Atlantic section, hand in a pot, I'm with VL
Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still
Duckin' from a line of steel, they done pried eight through the car
Tell the bosses in my time, "I'm on the line, hold your cigar"
Shots fired, we send 'em back, the neighbors say they saw us
And they knowin' we can't control it, but try protectin' they lil' boy
Feelin' insecure, I could work you good, but feel like a lil' boy
That's just me, I'm thinkin' out loud, but your bitch'll tell you I go hard
I done jumped up out my sleep, I'm on K2, it's not that boy
No direction, ain't no plans, just tell Khris to just press record
Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil' boys
Six million, bitch, I'm sittin' on top the mountain like Costello, nigga
Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam
Just did time, became a hustler, tryna turn it from backwards (what that mean?)
He been tryna make the money keep on stackin'
Education out the streets, don't need no lecture pastor
Run from police, they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich fuckin' bastard
Turn it up, go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip
Got a shooter inside with me, ain't got no name, they like, "Who own him?"
Told youngin, "Don't leave the backside of that Nawf," they like, "Who zoned him?"
Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said, "They cloned him"
Mathematics gon' switch my whole position, we play with numbers here
Start it, end it, puttin' shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah
Green flag tattoos all on they face, and they be quick to kill
From the environment, holdin' my bitch body, it was an attempt to get me drilled
The art of water, art of murder, look who standin' still
Audemars came stainless steel
Portrait painter can't even paint the kid
DA tryna paint the picture, a lie, I can't, the truths, I bid
Signed a gentle bond, still set the bid
Dreamed of contract business as a kid
Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam
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0UmMT7DNXCOJvSmXXGNG5b | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Umm Hmm | (I got Hitman on the beat)
Uh
♪
(Top, nigga)
Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas
I ain't never blow the whistle
Still see all my hoes official
Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah
Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said
He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga
We make hot, exotic rentals
When you see that window roll down
Don't fight back 'til that pole sound
This KelTec could knock hoes down
Bitch, get up out the way
Youngin 16
That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim
Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames
We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names
4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains
Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas
These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain
Umm hmm
Kickin' shit, umm hmm
I hit that bitch, umm hmm
I kick my stick, umm hmm
I'm with that shit, that umm hmm
Got hella bats, umm hmm
Big-ass gats, umm hmm
Foreign whips, umm hmm
My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm
Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow
Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow
I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist
I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin'
I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut
I got them youngins, them hitters
Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch
I got your ho and she bootin'
I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot
I put your bitch on a mission
She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh
Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12
Do the dash from them, skrrt
We don't stop for nothin', skrrt
Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt
I'm a savage on these hoes
I don't wait for nothin'
We'll drive off for to split them on the road
Kickin' shit, umm hmm
I hit that bitch, umm hmm
I kick my stick, umm hmm
I'm with that shit, that umm hmm
Got hella bats, umm hmm
Big-ass gats, umm hmm
Foreign whips, umm hmm
My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm
Do the dash from them, skrrt
We don't stop for nothin', skrrt
Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt
I'm a savage on these hoes
I don't wait for nothin'
We'll drive off for to split them on the road
Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit
Umm hmm, I kick my stick
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3FAg7hVsWegbvPVRNM0rYm | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Top Sound | Pop that shit up TNT
Khris James, what the fuck?
My sound, rude boy sound
My sound, my sound, jungle sound
In my town, it ain't calm, it's too real
Out at night, protect your life when in the field
Get hit with that steel
Gun sounds in my grandma house
I hear them all night
None your business, stay up out my life
The gangstas they be tellin' lies
My sound, it 'round the town
My sound, make the crowd gather 'round
My sound, nuh play with sound
My sound, kill, kill sound
What it is, I'm out my mind
I got your son bangin' slime
Who left him dead up inside the neighborhood? That was I
Don't cross that line respect my mind
Bitch, I'm gon' hit you with that iron
I'm a grimy motherfucker, tell them Trinidad my kind
Shit, look we bang too, what it is you wanna do?
Oh, you wanna try me? I'm gon' slump you
And then flex on you bitches like Big Dump do
I don't dance, I just bop
You gotta watch inside the party
She wanna fuck, let me record it
My music make her act retarded (slime)
My sound, it 'round the town
My sound, make the crowd gather 'round
My sound, nuh play with sound
My sound, kill, kill sound
My sound, rude boy sound
My sound (real deal sound)
My sound, jungle sound
My sound, jungle sound
My sound
My sound
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6EHrcQZt9a73mLeRggVRht | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | My Time | My time came back 'round, and it's right now
Know that they were thinkin' that they want me for to lose
Know that they were pressin', they was tryna find clues
I popped out, now I'm the news
Everything green in the inside
Pray to get it on when we slide
Everything that I say, know I can show for it
Mama said, "No," sold dope for it
And I even sung up in the choir
I ain't even partied, stayed in, and now I'm out now
I done seen them tell you that they
Love you to death and then they walk out
Let off shots, hit the ground, the only thing that he ain't walk off
And it's a sad thing to say, but they know not to play with my dog
Hundred plaques inside my proof vault
For when they try to say that we ain't have to make a way
Made more funds, I had to buy more guns to make it through the day
Tell me that my baby mamas don't deserve everything
Tell me that my brothers don't need money after goin' through all this pain
Slime say he ain't a rapper, and he ain't trippin', I say, "Nigga, get it"
I ain't against you, thug, I'm with you
Thug, if you ever need it, I'm comin' with it
Had it hard when I was comin' up, and I know my mama proud I did it
High up in the sky, ain't comin' down
Tell them all for to mind they business
Got put in a cycle, then I broke the mold
They don't like me, better not try it
Only thing the game give a black rose
How the fuck you always right, and I'm always wrong?
How you feel? I gotta keep one tight
Fight for your life or might not make it home
But I say my time now
My time came back 'round, and it's right now
Know that they were thinkin' that they want me for to lose
Know that they were pressin', they was tryna find clues
I popped out, now I'm the news
Shoot dice for to pay my fifty-dollar phone bill
Every day, shot basketball with Toby, with JJ, I'd pop pills
My brother three, he used to go to school, I was breakin' up in houses stealin'
Back and forth to jail just like my cousin Derek, but that's how we lived
Where I'm from, it's either focus or get killed
In a lifetime, it be millions that ain't make it out for real
I know niggas sold drugs when I was a child, and they still
You ain't gotta grow up fast, this shit ain't leavin', it'll be here
This shit hurt so deep and bad, it make us all shed a tear
I gotta get me a bag, I'm talkin' right now
Momma, I'm up on it, know they want me for to lose
They don't really love me as bad as they talk, huh?
Hustle or don't get it, I'm the one who had to choose
My time came back 'round, and it's right now
Know that they were thinkin' that they want me for to lose
Know that they were pressin', they was tryna find clues
I popped out, now I'm the news
I'm the news now
Yeah, I, I knew that day in prison
They was tryna find clues on a nigga and all that other shit
Like, they, they, they playin' them blues on me, they ain't believe
Like, they ain't really think nothin' of this
You know, until we turned it into somethin'
Shit, we, we still carryin' on
Yeah, and we still stayin' strong
Forever
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7gGxciSaKoeDJIC7dcaVFC | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Free Dem 5's | (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
♪
This for lil' Jordan, alright
Mob dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
Yeah, it's Slime
My guard preach free Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace
I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga
I play with them choppers, nigga
And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga
I'm the fuckin' dada, nigga
Try to pull off, get followed with it
My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft
That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga
Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it
I got that shit for to blow out the fuses
Talk to lil' mama, she fuck with my music
She said that she know me from off of a news clip
Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship
I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body
I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic
From the Nawf, free my brother Big B out the bottom
Southside, northside, ain't got guidance
That's Bway, they off Sherwood
I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good
Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull
Left bodies in my own hood
Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace
I see my dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot
How that fuckin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop
From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life of hard knock
Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out
Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the shit, this YoungBoy, baby
I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' up babies
Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive on the daily
Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm fuckin' with Gotti, you know where it's-
Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline
I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline
He run, I'ma blow out his spine
Fuck with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them
Do-or-die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him
My guard preach free Vaughn B
Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy
We be strapped up and we run deep
And it's back to back static 'til we get even
Who is that at the front door?
Point the chopper at the peephole
They lookin' for Slimeto, okay
Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way
38 baby, duckin' murder cases
Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason
.223 and it hold the casings
I bang red, control the bases
I don't sell no yola, baby
But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches
I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga
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17GwUSpTy04lYWHHmwMvTD | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | My Go To (feat. Kehlani) | (You know this a Priority)
(It's Ricci)
You know you my go-to
You know you my, yeah
You know you my go-to
You know you my, you my, oh
I could see why another man threatened by me
Take your woman, put her on jet, send her overseas
I ain't finished yet, I got a big check
Could buy a big yacht, boardin' on a big jet
Love is your body, it rocks, I get behind it, you pop
It's gon' go down in the car
You throw it back, and you clap, I rolled a five and cigar
I won't get down in your heart (ooh)
Dress up the way that she like
I got the money, and you can have what you need
I mean, don't be mean, you know
Everything ain't what it seem, most precious thing in my dream
You, you, you all I need
Confessin' it through Pro Tools
You know you my go-to, you know you my go-to
Demands to pay ransom, you know I hold you
They rappin', they cappin', that what I told you
They tellin' lies, you know that realest one is I
You know that they real, don't come disguised
You know you my go-to
You know you my, yeah
You know you my go-to
You know you my, you my, oh
I don't say this enough
You the reason I believe in love
You the reason I could change this much (much)
I changed for us
Kill my pride to stand beside you
Hold me by so I could find you
When you're wrong, I'm right behind you, I recognize you
In this deep, deep
You scare me 'cause you can see me
Grown, how you know how to treat me
I need you 'cause you don't need me and I feel treasured
I'm the real you
Build me up, I'll build you, hold me down, I'll heal you, yeah
Let's go up, let's go up, let's go down
Let's run it back up, let's mile high club, let's show out, yeah
Let's get fucked up, get a big black truck, slimy all night
Best friend, wifey, right here, go-to, yeah
You know you my go-to (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
You know you my (you know you my, I), yeah
You know you my go-to (oh-uh)
You know you my, you my, oh (my, my)
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6YiJ0k1DBJl59WorlLOEK5 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Lost Soul Survivor | (Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Yeah, ah, whoa (Saucey)
Oh, five times, nigga, hit my brother with that iron
He ain't die and you know he shot back
I been missin' Kay since I told her for to go, and I know she'll never come back
Millionaire with no million-dollar house, you do you, and I'm good with that
Nene left and they saw I was sad
Saw me down, thought I'd never shake back
Put a 20 on top of that 20, come out forty mil', and I'm fuckin' with that
In the booth like the trap, and I'm servin', the man of the year, that's the number-one plaque
They ain't want me to win when I turned up my swag
At thе Holiday Inn with a secondary strap
I done stopped over here for to fuck with my bills
I'm gon' slime my way back to the Nawf after that
He watch the rearview, he know if it's gon' only come out with his head on the dash
No, they don't like me, but I keep my foot on they neck, and they know that I step on the gas
Know that my brother, he gotta get mutual respect and if you disrespect, that's your ass
I did this shit that's forever gon' sit on my heart
For that bag, it was part of the plan
He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gon' die
When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire
Drop a bag, leave him dead for the shit that he said
He been focused on rap, and I'm straight with the killing
Get the drop, I been waitin', but I know we gon' get it
Youngin' bangin' the strap at the top of his fitted
Thirty shots at the car, and they still ain't hit me
I be fine 'cause I know that my ancestor with me
I be aided all night too whenever I'm out
Took the top off that Audi, turned that bitch to a sprinter
I took so many losses and came out a winner
On the block, I'ma clap 'em when we up in the winter
They know that a nigga been dealin' with feelings
I'm not lovin' these women or fuckin' with niggas
Look at myself, I see blood on the picture
Remove 'em and then I get back to them digits
I throw a fifty, that tension, the ditch him
The reason he slumped, DOA in the Bentley
They don't know everything I did for this
Bang it off back-to-back, I live for this
In the northside sick, they ain't cure the kid
See that boy out of line and I zip the bitch
I give these niggas a energy kick
In the Benz with a Spider and a eight in that bitch
Standin' on business, I cater the list
Leave him dead in a foreign on the side his kid
He is a lost soul survivor
And assassination been attempted from rivals
And he say that they all gon' die
When talons fly, they wanna wash away your life, who they desire
I keep you rollin', this life that I chosen, got the one creep up on me
I be posted where the sun don't shine
And this the life of a shotta, I say that it's so deep (and, oh)
(Get it on 'til we can't for YoungBoy, sendin' shots through the night)
(Lone soul, stuntin' down, no, he ain't, say he gon' be the last one to survive
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2kMaRdtDUsqpcuKhxLZxR5 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fuck Da Industry | Look (17, 17)
I told him I'll blow this out
D-Roc, D-Roc
Look
Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
12 can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
I don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand-new Glock, and it ain't come up out the store
If an opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and won't let 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope ass, nigga look like he selling dope, huh? (Ass)
Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh (keep that)
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh (with these, ah)
Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now
He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slime
He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he want Rolls, huh? (He want Rolls)
He just wan' be real fuckin' shiesty like his uncle, huh? (Like his unc')
He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody, he wanna be Lil Top (Be me)
He say he don't give a fuck about it, just give him the guap (Nah, for real)
He say, "Y'all could make an album 'bout it, just don't fuckin' try"
Get the fuckin' industry on your side, you still gon' die
Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer (skrrt, skrrt)
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
12 can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
I'm probably fuckin' on yo' ho (fuckin' on yo')
No, they can't control me, probably spit on that lil' ho, yeah
Put me back in jail, and I was still in there, on dope
Know that we don't give no fuck, try splittin' him on the road (yeah, yeah)
That my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on
Gon' get killed if you don't kill me and I know I made it known
I'ma flex on 'em, told the bitch, "Don't call my phone"
Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam
Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down (down)
Don't give a fuck 'bout if you with it, you a part of the crowd, clown
You gon' die while you up in here when that blicky make the sound
Probably catch me smokin' loud, ridin' 'round in a
Panamera convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes, still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope, still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy ass niggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit, but still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire, but still gon' shoot for free
12 can't control me, no, I'm on dope, dope, dope
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1p0BcIePXAd65ouic9XrLT | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Kamikaze | I got Hitman on the beat
Havokondabeat, bitch
Big steppin', no, no, no, no, I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look
Look, nigga cliquin' up like hoes, huh
Pull up, and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles
You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose (let's go)
You better hit the gas and get your name unknown (bitch)
Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (rrah, rrah)
You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with Slime
I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked
You scared to take your ass to church
And can't no pastor stop no headshot
Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off
Knocked out that bitch, head off
I'm the murder man (pew, pew, baow, baow)
No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst
Bitch, try anything
Nigga, this that squid game
Bitch, I make 'em cop out
When he catch him, let that six hang
Bet he gon' get knocked off
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down
We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round
If you want beef, my brothers creep
Fire from the Glock put you to sleep
I'm in the Bayou, in the seat
Big slimes petite, we wet your feet
We bend your curb, bitch, play with me
Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week
You know YB fuckin' all them streams
I love to hear the choppa speak
Nigga, this is a tec nine (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (rrah, rrah)
You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with Slime
I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked
And I had to grow up, I was talkin' out the blood
Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch
Time to shoot up the scene, Glock 17, no lemon squeeze and no switch
I'ma make you scream right off the bat
I up this gat', so don't flinch
Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin'
Never gave the world a TEC-9, fuck a hater, bitch, it's my time
Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died
Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron
Up out my motherfuckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire
I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in growin', I'll keep tryin'
I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines
Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime
Got low eyes, but still don't try me
I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah
Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (rrah, rrah)
You wan' bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't fuck with slime
I leave that pain out, let your name out, put your name online
I say that list that put them bodies straight up in a day
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch
♪
I got hitman on the beat
Havokondabeat, bitch
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5qHFZeNXsVTnqD9okVgxtA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Swerving | (We love you, Heavy)
Oh
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
Chains across a nigga neck, it cost me a brick
Throw away the burner, and you know I had to throw away my bitch (Medusa got that pressure)
Cross that line, nigga, Top gon' introduce you to some raw shit
New .23, I bought this, they don't know nothin' 'bout this (know nothin' 'bout)
Tryna flash 'em, blast 'em, smash 'em, then go change my outfit
Goldman's Sachs, got that 4 Magnum, I be on straight boss shit
Bullets faded like Ross, I let you have 'em if you cross me
It's a new Patek, my nigga, I'm strapped up, they ain't check my denim
It go down, straight up, we send him, bro 'nem let off shots out rentals
Four new million, don't be speakin', they be tryna find my rhythm
Be tryna find out how I killed 'em
Check my swag, it's like a Demon ridin'
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby
Look, slidin' in a Porsche, turnt up in my rearview
Think I hear Big Dump inside my ear, don't let 'em steal you
We be standin' on shit throughout the year, they get killed too
Vacuum seal, that money dried up, and my tears too
Lil' bro ain't even out of middle school, but on pills too
And he keep a tool if he see you, he gon' get at you
Let a nigga try to top off fightin', we gon' hit at you
Keep an evil look inside my eyes, I'm on jigaboo
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby
Beatin' 'em in that dipper, it come with deadly credentials
Stick be full of lead, that's pencils, they'll write you off if you whistle
I got shit I put in order, they think that youngin' my lil' one
We go toe-to-toe with katanas, shovel graveyards, that's my symbol
I ain't use no gloves to package, that's my fingerprints, redo shippin'
We let junior drive, road blastin', ten from out the MAC just to flip 'em
Change your 'fit, switch out your pan, and burn the rental (yeah, yeah)
Well-trained, 4KTrey, hollow sounds, fuckin' spin 'em
Swervin' on the E-way, on the E, it's 'bout six
With them demon babies
Wet the block, Osama crazy
Chain look like some Now and Laters
Gettin' lit, start changin' face
Shoot the scene like Morgan Tracy
Tell 'em I be YoungBoy, baby (YoungBoy, baby)
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5R6NuttGhlDnHy7HRuJkhL | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Stay The Same | Pipe that shit up TNT
♪
Tryna take my pain, but staying the same
Fuck you, you can die
Tryna heal my soul with the smoke, see my life in that fire
Tell me I ain't it, you don't want me, you ain't gotta lie
All burners F.N., let him suffer, he ain't gotta die
Huh, drop your stupid ass off just me and my dawg
Steady tellin' him how the bitch get down
Why he steady telling me, she ain't love me at all?
Came from the street, I was ready for the beef
Me and Ten strapped down when we walk through the mall
I remember that day you would ride me around
I remember sneaking in and out papa house
Trailblazer with a Glock in a bag, two pounds
They got drakes, they send a case
New Orleans lying to my face, I left my heart in no place
I spilt some R in a Wraith
Tell 'em, Ten, and I take it to another level
Go and buy another bezel
Oh, oh, oh, oh
They throw signs, ain't no treason
I'ma take that dive out the deep end
Then I'm on that slime allegiance
Fuck these hoes, they can go
I don't need no set back, just need you to sit back
Point me where that check at
I ain't fucked up 'bout money
But it's comin' in, comin' in, stackin' on top of each other
I ain't tellin' them about nothin'
Come through dumpin' and dumpin', they flip 'em and step on another
Startin' to feel a nigga gettin' dumber and dumber
I'm knowin' that I should not trust her
Scarred for real, all out war in the field
I'm holdin' 15 in my llama
Never give up and that's word to my momma
Making 'em happy, mistake me for Donna
Show us somethin' different, mistake me for daddy
I'm the one know where the place you can find 'em
I'm the one who set the African time
She knowin' I miss her, she knowin' I'm wantin' her
But everything she been making me go through
I been holding against her
Tryna take my pain but staying the same
Fuck you, you can die
Tryna heal my soul with the smoke, see my life in that fire
Tell me I ain't it, you don't want me, you ain't gotta lie
All burners F.N., let him suffer, he ain't gotta die
Huh, drop your stupid ass off, just me and my dawg
Steady tellin' him how the bitch get down
Why he steady telling me, she ain't love me at all?
Came from the street, I was ready for the beef
Me and Ten strapped down when we walk through the mall
I remember that day you would ride me around
I remember sneaking in and out papa house
Trailblazer with a glock in a bag, two pounds
They got Dracs, they send a case
New Orleans lying to my face, I left my heart in no place
I spilt some R in a Wraith
Tell 'em, Ten, and I take it to another level
Go and buy another bezel
Oh, oh, oh, oh
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0oPpchtgx4hZ2J246g5mqn | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Home Ain't Home (feat. Rod Wave) | Ayo, Hzrd, run that shit back
♪
D-Roc, D-Roc
Feelin' like my home ain't no home
And I been feelin' like the ones who I know love me all gone
Back then, when I ain't had no money, Lil Tug would pay for me to eat
Three in the mornin', time to go home, Jordan walked me halfway up the street
They say I'm weak, but I ain't beat
I'm stronger than shit that they believe
Blood on my body, I'm steady bleedin', I think I'm stuck up in the streets
Still got my momma, but I'm still lookin' for my grandma love
Used to sell drugs to ones who do, but now, I'm the one that does
I'm in love with her, but this ain't my home, I can't stay right here
Sorry momma, I left, it been some years, I ain't got no one to trust
Sittin' right here, just waitin' for to be killed
Feelin' like my home ain't no home
And I been feelin' like the ones who I know love me all gone
I been tryna find my way on my own
It ain't nothin' that been comin' from it
Nothin' good been comin' from it
From my momma womb to a broken home
And I'm who that's gonna make it from it
I'm the one who made it from it
Okay, made it from it, uh, made it from it
Shots fired, man down, real dangerous slidin'
We built this house up from the ground and let 'em take it from us
Lord knows I love that girl to death, and she hate me for it
Oh, Lord, oh, Lord, still feel pain, so scarred
Three houses but no home, yeah
No love to call my own, yeah
Still don't feel good all alone, yeah, mm, yeah, uh
Feelin' like my home ain't no home
And I been feelin' like the ones who I know love me all gone
I been tryna find my way on my own
It ain't nothin' that been comin' from it
Nothin' good been comin' from it
From my momma womb to a broken home
And I'm who that's gonna make it from it
I'm the one who made it from it
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0WBx5ynHLEFv5RFgxKTvIN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 7 Days | (I got Hitman on the beat)
♪
There ain't got no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)
I only want to live
I'ma be one who never
Ayy, living on my side (c'me here)
Murder gang
I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy
Pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in
If I said it, bitch, I mean it
Gettin' dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jag'
Dirty bitch just want cash, fall for it, my wrong ass
Play games, I can't pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty bitch, you ain't my ho, don't call my phone with your dog ass
You fucking 'round with the other side
Don't be inside when that car crash
Four flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat
Nawfside, better not spin through that
Pussy nigga won't make it back, XD and a fully MAC
Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya" (bitch, I told ya)
Tryna knock your motherfucking head from off your shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been doin' this for too long, son, bet
I say, "Murder, you know we gon' get you gone, son" (Stretch)
I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy
Pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in
Ain't with me, I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," now they say that they don't need me
They can't get that money on they own, so they subpoena me
Hold on, broke bitch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery
I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine
I'm the one who made them youngins go step on him
Fuck, that nigga can't rep off me
Murder, we gon' take that - to third degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one time, kill three
FN-45 with a hammer, Drac' with a drum, thirty-round banana
They blow that strap back after back
If one connect, that bitch gon' slam 'em
Red tips we gon' handle him
Pallbearers, I'ma hand 'em him
My thoughts gone, whole life just temp'
I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga, I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days, and then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga, you should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down, all I know is leave a stain
Hold on, I got a reason 'bout why I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons, it ain't easy
They say that I go crazy
Pistols blazin', straps got built-in beams in
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6J9rXpuLg3ZuYXOl3XAMXF | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Digital | (Medusa, what you on, nigga?)
(We love you, Heavy)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Look
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s
I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you (yeah, yeah)
I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger
That's on my backpack with a stack and I'ma spank you (baow, baow)
Gravedigger fuckin' spin 'em, gonna stain 'em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack what I'm smokin' famous
Fillin' places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Brucе Wayne
Paul Pierce, John Wall
This for to when I was locked up in the feds, ain't answer one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I'ma stand up
This money holdin' all my jeans down, can't pull my pants up
You seen 'em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug
This clown-ass nigga gon' try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust
Know I got it in the clutch
Do-or-die, no one to trust
Cold and my heart cold
Bangin' 'til I'm out of breath
Hustle 'til I can't no more
Smokin' joes to ease the stress
With my nigga, he a mess
We in the old model stock 'Vette
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s
I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you
Came out the yard with hard, and now I'm rich and famous, oh, oh, oh
Been a felon since '17, they say I'm dangerous
'Cause they know every time they catch me, I got a banger (yeah, slime, slime)
Grandma died, I meant Baba, I picked up my prayer beads
Evil and don't like to talk, I think I'm a rare breed
In the city, know I bust brains, green flag, demon seed
Kill two, that's Siamese, I'm on the 8 right where the river be
Epitome, go tell 'em they can't get rid of me, nah
If my life a stick, my youngins, they gon' kill to eat, ah
I got four-door matte black Range Rovers, I got ten cars
Bought my mama a house in Houston and moved grandpa from out that North
Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he like to play baseball
He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough
Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s
Yeah, this Slime, man
Lil Top, this Slimeto
You already know what it is, 4K Trey
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, ain't nobody safe
My old-head, he play baseball, nigga
I'm tryna get me a Cully
I'm tryna get me a Cullinan with the top down on 24s, believe that
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0HrWshW3SuFJ6nKS9ba9Mh | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Vette Motors | Hit that light for me, let me roll this leaf
(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)
(OG Parker)
(Oh Lord, jetson made another one)
Uh, hmm, let's do it, huh
Bitch, I'm toxic, kickin' your shit, you better watch it, whoa, whoa
Just unzipped my pants, cash stuffed down all in my pockets (pockets)
Put her in Hermès, now I got all these niggas jockin'
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell 'em, "Lil' slime gon' spray on cowards"
Your ho in this bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, won't give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
Fuck goin' on? They wan' do somethin', hold on, grr, grr
Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, "Let's get this understood," I said (I said)
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (Unheard of)
One eighty-seven, just spent me a seven
Need Christian V steppin', they know it's a murder, this fit unheard of
Bad like her friend, huh, I see why that's her twin (her twin)
Four hoes at the Drury Inn, I got 'em in rotation (got 'em)
Once they leave, look like they soul taken
I got 'em, like, "Oh, baby" (oh, baby)
Chopper for chopper go dollar for dollar
I'm takin' the problems away from my mama
I turned up my sister, show love to my brother
I be liking all my stylists
Hold on, haircut fresh by stylist
Hold on, new coupe, ain't no mileage (Huh?)
Bitch, I'm toxic, kickin' your shit, you better watch it
Crash out, turn up
Bought that bitch that rock and told her, "It better not get shown once, ho" (better not)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (buh, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (buh, buh, buh, buh)
Cross his chest, I spray that Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin' with diamond chains
New machine (skrrt), count it up, nigga, yeah
Fuckin' with mathematics
20 million on 30, not far from Cali'
Put her in Prada, I'm up in Valley
Let's do it, tote gun smoke, blow static, uh (brrt)
Fuck up the mattress, then fill up another one
Fuck on her, that Patek, I bought her another one
Kick my shit, I'm in this bitch, we're lit by three hoes (lit by, lit by)
Whip that Maybach in the street, cash out on three, let's go
Hypnotizin' yo' ho, we be turnin' her out
Do that dude sh-? I ain't runnin' my mouth
Which one you workin'? I'm clockin' it out
Startin' the Rolls from inside of the house
Cutlass, 'Vette motors inside my hood, yeah
Prince inside my hood, yeah, "Let's get this understood," I said (I said)
I be with the masked men and they all unheard of (unheard of)
One eighty-seven, just spent me a seven
Need Christian V steppin', they know it's a murder, this fit unheard of
She in with shottas, we pourin' up lines from out of the bottle (from out of the bottle)
My beanie Amiri, Giuseppe, I'm steppin', I locked in my stylist, I pay it (I pay it)
Treat my bitch like all new whips, that's upgrade models (upgrade models)
My bitch walk 'round with one milli', I say, "Yeah, yeah" (bitch, yeah)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (fill up, buh, buh, buh)
Fill up a clip or go fill up a safe (brr, bop, bop, buh)
Cross his chest, I spray that Drac'
Uh, uh, uh, uh, piss on somethin' with diamond chains
My weight up and now I got the power
Tell 'em, lil' slime, "Gon' spray on cowards"
Your ho in this bitch, it's a money shower
Starin' too hard, won't be my main
Drippin' sauce, wan' give me brain
Paint that Maybach, pure cocaine
Fuck goin' on? They wan' do somethin', hold on, grr, grr, grr
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7jE5cQJ3UzAPM3DZFPD70a | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Slow Down | (Turn me up, Dissan)
♪
(D-Roc)
Eagle's beak to the street, flowers bought to put on a grave
I'm wishin' when it's time that my grandbaby do the same
Look in your eyes, mama, you full of pain
I'm so sorry that I never changed
Baby mama, I'm trippin'
Oh, so now can you forgive me?
Smokin' my lungs when I'm wishin'
I need the book that's been written
I'm on a quest, they left a money trail, oh
And I ain't go to Heaven 'cause I live in Hell, oh
Peter Pan dope, tan dope, man, no luck, though, it ain't blowin'
'Cause he ain't have an Ace, he had a Jack
Looking at you gon' get your shit bust, you booked, bro, try the jet
That's a new double-R truck and that's a stolo four-door Jag
I didn't wanna live 'round town
Different groups with different kind of colors on 'em
And they all got guns on 'em
I've been wavin', but nobody slowed down
♪
Life like Soprano, trunk filled with ammo
Feel I get more lost the more rich I get
Long as you gone, I start to care no more
Read the encyclopedia, my flaws on Wikipedia
Broken souls, ain't nothin' but creatures here
If I blow the strap, I'm leavin' you (look here)
Ball for the media, no, cheer for the sunlight
Woke up in snowstorm on a slow night
Christ gon' return, right?
Money tall like the Eiffel Tower
Nigga, that's I
I take A and place over you and the D come when you die
Uh, leave you with a liquor disease
The blick that they bought tension, and we brought some sticks for to squeeze
He get stuffed in some leaves, tell a truck to stay out my way
Ain't been friendly with nobody 'cause I know it ain't safe
I didn't wanna live 'round town
Different groups with different kind of colors on 'em
And they all got guns on 'em
I've been wavin', but nobody slowed down
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5UvSOUZtI0aHj4W7MbR4Qi | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Don’t Rate Me (feat. Quavo) | Kacey Khaliel
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm (ayy, ayy)
Hmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, yeah, yeah
Pull up in it, they can't afford this
Now check how I get it, they can't record this (yeah, yeah)
Put myself on top a brand-new level, I just bought a bigger bezel
Got her, she'll never leave me, know that I'll never let her
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
The head, I chop 'em, I could vision helicopters
I'ma keep that Hell I caught you, inside green and slimy
Know I'm shinin', but can't count my pockets
They can't stop me, I got the flu, it was sent to me
Know that they never could get to me
I got them out like a mini-me
Feelin' the symphony, turnin' his head to a centerpiece
Know they gon' try to get rid of me
Vision the scene when I'm plannin' on billin' me
Concrete body, they ain't tippin' me, tell 'em, "Try and see"
Millionaire, runnin' for a B, they ain't got more bread than me
Paid tuition fees, she bring the head to me
Got fire on my feet (yeah)
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me (yeah), I'm gon' forever do what I do (Quavo)
I know you feel me, boy
I got a huncho (cash), get you peeled for some blue strips (blue)
Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (suu)
Rated R (yeah), lotta violence, nigga, set it off (set it off, oh, oh, oh)
Lotta steppin' in the field (step), coin toss (uh)
Brick by brick, we built this shit (brick)
Hands-on, flip the switch (flip it)
Fuck a bitch (woo), fell in love once, and I can't go again (no)
It's YB and 'Cho, and we got everybody rich (on God)
Bitch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (uh)
Eight hunnid on the AP, I had to buy that shit (woo, woo)
Ten toes rockin' shit (ten), Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
Momma told me every time I go up, they gon' hate me (momma)
It's okay, mama, 'cause this Glock don't got safety (rah)
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me, it ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not savin' you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me, I'm gon' forever do what I do
I know you feel me, boy
♪
Kacey Khaliel
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4AJ1Q3Uf4eeGj7UkY0utKI | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Proof | (Ayo, Ran, turn that up) I've been
I don't even know when I'm doin' good
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
So much s- I had to face, I'm up-to-date, I made it through
He dirty, worked him with that K 'cause he got paid and that's so cool
My mind feel chained, heart up in flames
Soul full of pain, along the way, a lonely go
Chris is in the chain, got the crowd sayin' my name
There's a new Maybach truck over there
Ten times I ain't drove, I'm sold
That my childhood friend named Mel on the phone
Right now, he fucked up tellin' me to hold it down
I'm all alone, he got a disease inside his body
I'm tryna pay for to get it gone
I'm never sleepin' when he asleep, soon as he call, pick up the phone
Life sticked me deep inside the streets, duckin' bullets, runnin' home
Long range shots fired, I learned to return with my first chrome
You knockin' on my window, Mel, I miss granddaddy home
She ain't stick with me on the come-up
But now she with me that I'm on
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
Sport sinator, terminator, swing with the God, come out the roof
I bleed the block, I be the truth, am who I'm not 'til my shit blue
Is who I'm are, I'm not who they say I'm is
I'm this way until the day I'm killed
Tryna save up 30 dollars to 30 mil', oh, yeah, my God real
I ain't had my rod, they wet up my whole car
Duck from a line of steel
This ain't no façade
As a child I had it hard, as a man I shed tears
In my daughter eyes, I see her future
Fell out of love, now I beef with Cupid
She don't know how to love, she think I'm stupid (nah for real), bitch
This my girl, what I say, she do it
With a girl who I met out when tourin'
Skipping school, gotta run from truant
Victim to the streets, he murder shit
He took off, tried to run, I had a clear shot where the hurdle went
Tried diggin' from that Altima, he heard that thirty spit
Fell in love with her in middle school, but my nigga took the bitch
She wanna go, we tear apart if she ain't cut for this
You go, you leave if you want to
Misguide me usin' your body
You got me, oh
You know I'm lovin' you
(What you feelin' like?)
What to do?
I wan' see you, I'm like I wanna see you too
Buy Jimmy Choo, Pucci, Prada, Balmain too
I'm a shotta, millions of dollars
How you get me glued to you?
Jump out the coupe
I flew the Lear to a place in her mind, no clue
Beggin' me to say the truth
I can't explain without no proof
♪
I can't explain without no proof
Can't do no controllin' you
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7qeBZftWEs7ClFFHMtBwwR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | The North Bleeding | Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?
♪
It's Malik on the track
♪
Look
No new shoes 'til mama get her taxes
Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was 17, you think that I can't think?
My gangster, what the fuck you thinkin'?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't fuck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wan' see me bleed
Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hundred for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'
Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like, like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangster like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me"
That's 20 mill' for me, and here goes 30 mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and fuck these hoes, these niggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby mama fuckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know
The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at?
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hundred for my bro, a pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that nigga
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, nigga
And I'm back with your ho, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like la-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him
Plenty hitters, nigga, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
Fuckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash niggas
And she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow
Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
Let down that window, then they spray 'round, nigga, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hundred for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed, and I was leanin'
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug nigga, she told me that she love me
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2OlUmW0m7CpbOcG6AoAo43 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Loner Life | Hurt, what it do?
♪
Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker
♪
You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem
He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none (woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (woo, thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
She know I got that bag, I want her back (woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok
Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner, I'm in it (woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (woo)
My kids gon' have it and get it (woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket (top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters, and know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business, don't fuck with them, nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the wheels and you know it gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R (double R, double R), I take the top off that motherfucker
I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets rain like confetti, you played with it
Come from walking with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (come on, slime)
You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem
He's alone and not much love, he ain't got none (woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over (thirty poppa), come out the window, hangover (woo, hangover)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
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3Ux3CNoS1s4pai7WWZvIuf | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Acclaimed Emotions | Say she really like a nigga, she know I'm fucking with her
She don't know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far, ever since I was a lil' one (D-Roc)
Nah, for real
I always knew like, I'd be, I'd be doing something special with my life one day
I done been through a lot in life
I kinda, I see the bigger picture of things now
I ain't really like just too full on a lot but, you know, I'm aware
Shit, nigga, I done came up from the bottom, like literally
Went from stolo surfing to a own Rolls
Come from hand-me-downs to his own clothes
No facade, he on it and he don't fold
Couple niggas dead, all behind songs
Fit look like I'm from Hong Kong
Going through court behind a dirty game
Can't let them see me, and I don't got nothin'
Mama, I'm a gangster, please forgive me, I'm so gone
Life in danger, they gon' kill me, don't do no runnin' at all
I done got serious, things done changed, got that money standing tall
I don't need that Range, I just woke up and bought that car
Say she really like a nigga, she know I'm fucking with her
She don't know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far, ever since I was a lil' one
Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Out the jungle, I grew
Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah
They don't know my pain, ooh
They shot, I duck
Thank God they ain't struck
Bases is loaded, I'm fillin' it up
Get to that money, I'm sending it up
Only a few that I know I can trust
All that I got, I ain't givin' it up
Ducking from bullets inside of my truck, what the fuck?
This a dirty game, brought a lot of pain
They don't know the story, so why should I feel shame?
I don't want the glory, I just want the finer things
New check for that money, it been acclaimed
Hold on, she callin' me
Say she really like a nigga, she know I'm fucking with her
She don't know that we be at war, they be tryna kill us
Northside where I grew up, not too far from by the river
And I always knew I'd come far, ever since I was a lil' one
Ooh, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Out the jungle, I grew
Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah
They don't know my pain, ooh
Young stolo-surfer got a Rolls
Oh, ah, ah, ah, ah-ah
Young stolo-surfer got a Rolls, nigga
Believe that
This when them gangsters finish they plan
Even though we one one nigga we stand nigga
This fucking track
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3QnGS5D9lzk2q9kw31j3Ni | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Wagwan | (It's a Menace Beat, boy)
Michael Jordan, 23 (ooh)
I'm too street for industry (ooh)
Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no
I been guilty for your love, and I plead now
Take the stress out, this my lean cup (ooh-ooh)
Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (ooh)
I took all the L's, still ain't givin' up
For to get this shit, I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'
She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan"
Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums
Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs
That I only got myself, you not my kind
You, you are too cool
Come get what I need, then I'm through
I see you like me, I like you too
And I like the money, I know you do
Expedition
Got a new stick, new clip for the tension
Make them youngins wet the whole block if you mention me
People hatin' on me, and you act like you ain't seein' it
Better not let me find out you a frenemy
Brother always said, "How your friend turn to enemy?"
Them niggas know I said what I said, they plan on endin' me
Money always keep a nigga calm like it's Ketamine
Young nigga pull up in Saint Laurent, look like he sellin' ki's
Push start, wireless keys (ooh)
Flyback in Carson, shawty overseas
Tell her, "Bring me back some Louis V, and some Bape clothes"
I pour up syrup inside my drank, and ain't no taste gone
Shawty got that check, and she left, guess her love gone
Wet up a whole block with that TEC, and then they get gone
I can't get cloned, known to spin 'round
They gon' speak on us 'til I put flex down
She say, "Hey" to me, I say, "Wagwan"
Gotta keep the strong walkin' through my slums
Why don't they just let me be? Think I got signs
That I only got myself, you not my kind
You, you are too cool
Come get what I need, then I'm through
I see you like me, I like you too
And I like the money, I know you do
Michael Jordan, 23 (ooh)
I'm too street for industry (ooh)
Shawty know that we ain't coppin' pleas, no
I been guilty for your love, and I plead now
Take the stress out, this my lean cup (ooh-ooh)
Now I'm hoppin' out, I ain't freezin' up (ooh)
I took all the L's, still ain't givin' up
For to get this shit, I walked through hell, and I ain't givin' nothin'
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6Gkx7I0DXwuZGjvUBHIKLY | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ghost | (Any last words?)
Uh
(D-Roc)
That's a hunnid, girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, woah, woah
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white, lookin' like I caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (Ghost)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, I just sing to you
I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, woah, woah
Swerve in the foreign, that's a Rolls, woah
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll)
She want me to come up with it
She don't care about if my money run out
Tryna bang me something
Heard he say my name, he stuntin'
I can't wait until the day wе burn him
And the Nawf was home
Broad day, I go through the window, comin' out that housе with somethin'
Baby, I was broke
Now I don't know a hot summer
I don't know a cold winter (I don't know)
My desire adapted with my money
I just did it again, I just stepped on 'em (On it, I'm on 'em)
I got them hunnids from way back then
Put on that jersey, on back, it say "Kemp"
Swerve in that 'Burban with burners on him
I had to wire a fifty to her
I got them gunners on top of the rim
Know that they all gon' dunk on something, dump at somethin'
Slide in the Maybach, stuntin', countin' up big rack hunnids, oh-oh
I shoot the gun at them niggas
They already know how I'm comin'
I got the M&Ms
Versace, my nigga'nem
I wanna take me a jet out to London (Oh, oh)
Carat the diamond and everyone pointers
And you niggas ain't on nothin', yeah
That's a hunnid, girl (Hunnid), did that money flow?
I was broke before, woah, woah
Put up with that shit with her, I don't really know
She like my foreign car, Rolls, Mr. Froze
Pull up all white, lookin' like I caught the holy ghost
Baby, this a Cullinan, this is not no Ghost (Ghost)
She told me that she like me, and say I'm her ghost (Ghost)
Woah, woah, woah, woah, I just sing to you
I got too much fluid, I'm drippin' when I come through it, woah, woah
Swerve in the foreign, that's a Rolls, woah
And that bitch cocaine snow
She the same color, bankroll rainbow (bankroll)
She want me to come up with it
She don't care about if my money run out
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0scTFxmSpyKKzx8KB9mC2P | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Nightfall | LEE!
Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?
Say 10, Stay Dangerous
I just parked the rental, be patient
I'm on my way now
Backyard at grandma house with my cousins, that was my playground
Shawty zipped'em, then he flooded the scene, still ain't no face found
Mike Amiri, denim my jeans, FaceTime, a Jake called
Switch the diamonds out to Jacob
One mistake, that's what erased him
Switch out the diamonds, change my placement
I see me a bigger payment
Shell cases bought a casement
Dirty choppers come in cases
Catch me foot-to-foot, I talk Jamaican
But I think that they fakin'
Watch the streets and argue with my ho
She can pack her shit and go
I can spend my money on more lawyers for to win in court
Pull up, get the bag, then go
Ain't no time to kick it
I'm not laughin' with these fake niggas
Bitch, get you some business
Stand on business, we tote semis, it go, "Blatt"
Stop at dealers, get me a new hat
Know I might catch a hat today, I feel it
Too much lean, and it's fuckin' up my kidneys, blow out his liver
Bro gon' serve in a day, come get that shit that look like fiddle
When it's nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it's time
I'll be hustlin' 'til they take me out to the other side
They plenty trouble, I be thuggin', I don't even know why
Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin' you lies
Why you keep that pole like a shotta? I don't know
Why you don't trust that ho more than yo' brothers?
Bitch, you should know
Dope ass nigga, pure coke, nigga, yeah, yeah
Jump in and smash that pedal to the floor, nigga, run, run
Don't go 'til I got the backend
I got the front, catch the back
Inside the trunk wit' the bag in
It's all blues, I imagine
Pick up her off the campus
Set up work and do damage
Drive to work and this could work if you do not do no panickin'
Dope be white, Morgan Hamilton
Got it in the hood, like Ice Cube
That be my dude, don't fuck wit' that, get put to rest
We strike you
That's a 2006 'Vette
That ski mask made out some sweats
I bleed the block, that be my set
I'm like Beatrice in the jets
Say, "Fuck the truck or take the grip"
So, ain't no clues, li' daddy?
I don't pick and choose, I'm on what you on
You get blues, li' daddy
Got the money now, but I cherish this shit like I ain't never had it
I'm out the North, I bang that gang and with the shit like my pappy
When it's nightfall, dogs out, hitters out, you know that it's time
I'll be hustlin' 'til they take me out to the other side
They plenty trouble, I be thuggin', I don't even know why
Come from the gutter where the pastor, they be tellin' you lies
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3zX5X00XzWQ4sbrkM4S6Ib | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Holy | Uh, girl catch the play (go), think slowly, slowly (said I came out the northside)
They don't know me, they don't know me (and I was, I was, you know, I was young at the time)
I feel like my heart got a slow leak (and I, I been through so much)
Keep it rollin', whole plan is holy (fuck these niggas, just sayin')
Hustlin' and I'm locked in, oh-whoa, whoa
Keep it rollin', they know that I could never let go
I got all this money, it ain't changing me, no
You know that I keep one hunnid if you never let me down
Hard knock life, shoot on sight, rock and roll
It's a haunted house
Shorty dream, don't know if it's love, love, love
No, no, no
No, I can't just let you take me out
At the house I'm makin' money pile
Niggas wanna copy, I'm changing the style
Every one minute I'm changing the ride
Ho, don't get it, can't talk right now
Lotta blue Benjis, ten million on side
Flood her, that's all that she want and I did it
Me and them gunners done blow out the city
As long as I want it, I'll never be finished
A whole lot of memories laid on the sentence
Tote a MAC, I be mackin', my pimpin' I'm kickin'
My diamonds, they shine on the top of my linen
My entry be bringing me more credentials
Gotta clean up my dental, I stop at the dentist
And my swag be on point, from the streets to the prison
NBA, Cash Money go back to the business
I done flooded her ears with cash like Guinness
They stay in my business, I said that I did it
Girl, catch the play (go), think slowly, slowly (no)
They don't know me, they don't know me (know me)
I feel like my heart got a slow leak
Keep it rollin', whole plan is holy
Hustlin' and I'm locked in, oh-whoa, whoa
They don't owe me not a thing, it's not a nigga that I owe
Tell me you don't feel the same, just tell me 'cause I know
Four-door that's matte black, new Range Rover
Nigga back, back, leave him slumped over
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0wMjLS07cQ1ReIFn8MOtzN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Got The Bag | I gotta pour me some more motherfuckin' mud
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You know that the double R black (D-Roc)
Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I fuck with that (fuck with that)
Shawty ride around in a new Maybach
You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans
I got the bag, I ain't showin' my hand
I take your ho and put her in a Lamb'
I got the Aston Martin liftin' up (skrrt)
And I got that plate of money runnin' up
And one diamond, two diamond, I'm doubled, they flooded up
Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit
Cut off the money, I find if she lyin' to me
You know my criteria resemble a dealer
You know I splurge on her until I could spin her
You know for a fact that I'm takin' her down
Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner
Don't like when I ditch her, lil' shawty too tempered
Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up
I done ran up my Ms, they know I fuck it up
Chase that money real fast, run it up, stack it up
Hit the curb in Maybach, and it long like a bus
I can't settle for one, all these hoes I done fucked
Spend a check on AP, one for her and for her
Got my fit lookin' like that I sponsor cigar
And you know that it's tough, that's a Moncler puff
Bitch, you know I'm a thug
Chill all day, back to back, sip mud
Don't care what type of nigga that her last dude was
And I ain't even really tryna trip 'bout the girl
Fuck with her, I give her money up and now I blew a dub
20 ball came from the extras that I paid for the case
'Cause the court got a case on us
Don't care what they say, they can't X out us
Louis straight from New York, been the one since the start
This a rich nigga heart
Had to spend me a bag for to rock this shit
Cut off the money, I find if she lyin' to me
You know my criteria resemble a dealer
You know I splurge on her until I could spin her
You know for a fact that I'm takin' her down
Big diamond like crystal, I know she a winner
Don't like when I ditch her, lil' shawty too tempered
Turn up on these niggas when I try do double up, double up
Bought a watch, I don't know why I started up
From the start, I just knew that she ain't gon' be hard to fuck
From the back, let me hit, and she know I recorded her
In that Bentley, feelin' special when inside
And you know that McLaren don't get drove for nothin'
I'm gon' forever live if my name die
I'm gon' stack up that money forever-ever
Shawty hold it down for her nigga, you know that I fuck with that (fuck with that)
Shawty ride around in a new Maybach
You know I stay loaded off codeine and Xans
I got the bag, I ain't showin' my hand
I take your ho and put her in a Lamb'
I got the Aston Martin liftin' up (Skrrt)
And I got that plate of money runnin' up
And one diamond, two diamond, I'm doubled, they flooded up
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