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0mjutHSbZ7elJRkRBNyuDq | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Mr. Grim Reaper | Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot front his child
Wonder why a flag a part our style
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't stop
Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say, "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mr. Grim Reaper (Mr. Grim Reaper)
I do not mean to disturb your time (your time)
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?" (family)
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard
I killed that boy, I ain't do that shit for you
Me and 10 clutchin' hard while we ridin' in that coupe
I been in and out the system, but every time make it through
GD gang got a difference, we a family, not a crew, not a squad
Since I came out the front yard, my life, it been so hard
Grew up around killers and a whole lot of dope boys
Father, I am a shotta, got bodies to show for it
So please forgive your son 'cause I know where I'm going
Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say, "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mr. Grim Reaper (Mr. Grim Reaper)
I do not mean to disturb your time (your time)
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?"
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard
Boozila died, lil' Tug died
And lil' Jordan got shot, months from that, he had a child
AJ and Three got shot, but only one is still alive
Dump dead, Jordan steppin' in heaven, know you fly
I been thuggin' since a child, Tyler playin' with that fire
Turnt up 'fore I came out slime, gettin' dirty, clutchin' in a ride
This shit hurt my heart sometimes, but I'm grown, I'm not a child
Uh, gotta calculate my moves, what if I slip up and die? (Why?)
Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot front his child
Wonder why a flag a part our style
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't stop
Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say, "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mr. Grim Reaper
I do not mean to disturb your time
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?"
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard
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3a397RQ7XDv3IhEVHTv8Jq | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Hate YoungBoy | Say, 10
Let's hear this shit, Rell (hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
Fuck playin' up, ay, let's go (nigga, yeah)
"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them niggas, "Fuck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin' let that chop' blow
And my brother let that stick blow (stick blow)
Nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India, that be yo' ho (yo' ho)
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bitch, I got like 30 mill', my mind gone (yeah, yeah)
And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why he drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)
My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, fuck them niggas"
Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)
Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (bust it)
They know I'm on house arrest, so they feel like they official (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (baby)
Bitch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your niggas (rich)
Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that .9 with me, you can act like that you don't know (don't know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (grr-grr)
Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, "Cross the line" (come cross the line)
Ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, "Free Baba, that's my evil twin" (my twin)
Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (came in)
I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends (hah, hah, bow, bow)
He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (yeah, baow, baow)
He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (yeah)
Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on him
Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie
Nigga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', "Blatt" (blatt)
I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (cross that)
Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (whacked)
Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' 'thrax
Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (get bust at)
I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (i'll bust at you)
Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)
Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that bitch grieve too (hah, hah)
And that lil' bitch, she say, "4L, " huh? I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy, " all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (woah)
Let me check my mail, five, 15 mills, just for the slime (woah)
Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime (big slime)
Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)
Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more
I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go (ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (don't let me find you, fuck you)
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone (fuck you)
Tell Apple I said, "Fuck 'em," they promote his song (say, 10, fuck you)
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fuck you)
YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (horrid, run it up, fuck you)
You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (pure dope)
Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (them)
Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, "No" (No! No!)
Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real fuckin' slow)
Hold on, I ain't ra-, I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (hold on, hah, hah)
I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, "Fuck them" (I don't need them, fuck)
You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (hah)
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (fuck them niggas, fuck 'em)
I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (ha)
Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him
Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg
(Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wan' do it?
You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas
These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it
These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah
And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that
(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them
Tell them niggas, "Fuck 'em," man, they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)
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0sTnELPsU3WIfFHdcRMHiC | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | She Want Chanel | Girl, I love when you talk like that (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Yeah, you know that I love when you walk like that
She-she, she want Chanel (Dmac on the fuckin' track)
Brand new home and it cost like that
I got it, I'm spendin' that money, baby
Not on the shit that they on, so they say that I'm crazy
I'm winnin', my life is amazin', let's go
Ooh, came from the bottom, I'm ridin' in the Rolls
Brought moms and grandpa a new home
Ooh, don't care if they don't like me, came in on my own
I been that nigga since I came up in it, who do it like me?
I know a trick, make the bitch touch her toes
I make the bitch do a split for my bros
Talkin' more than a week, had her stayin' in my home
Carry like four hunnid cash in a duffel bag
I make her leave, every time she be running back
Tell her, she gon' do whatever I say
Bought her on a trip, and I turn up the place
You want it, I'll buy you a brand new Wraith
You know that I turn up, don't fuck wit' these niggas
You know that I told her, "Don't waste my time"
You know I do love gettin' ugly with these niggas
Don't fuck with these niggas, you slimy? Get slimed
She want Chanel for to go with the BAPE
I want that feel for to cum on her face
I want that money to take care my baby
I stack it up, even for my mama, daddy
Ball, I'ma change your whole life like magic
Told you that I want you, I'ma put you in a Patek
Pretend that she ain't want me separated from the family
I ain't really serious, I'm just dealin' with some heartbreak
High in the hills, where I live, up in Salt Lake
Come in to my crib, boy, you wish your friends all dead
Ain't no tellin' you nothin', you a grown-ass woman
I'm a grown-ass man, but you know that
Girl, I love when you talk like that
Yeah, you know that I love when you walk like that
She-she, she want Chanel
Brand new home and it cost like that
I got it, I'm spendin' that money, baby
Not on the shit that they on, so they say that I'm crazy
I'm winnin', my life is amazin', let's go
Ooh, came from the bottom, I'm ridin' in the Rolls
Brought moms and grandpa a new home
Ooh, don't care if they don't like me, came in on my own
I been that nigga since I came up in it, who do it like me?
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1axRkZXLQ82u8g0OhzDW6j | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Change | DMac on the fucking track
God damn BJ with another one (ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)
(Pain only, oh, oh)
Uh (pain only, oh, oh)
It's YoungBoy (pain, oh, oh)
Get yourself together, come on
You was lovin' him, I was lovin' you
I'm in love with you but can't be with you
What the fuck I'm 'posed to do? (What?)
Treat me like a lame, I don't play games like I don't notice you (like I don't notice)
What the fuck is it I'm missin' that he givin' that I don't show to you? (That I ain't show)
I done sat up in the prison all night, wishin' that I'm holdin' you
Try make my money bring me close to you, I'm feelin' sorry
Love ain't borrowed, it ain't bought, it won't be taken back tomorrow (taken back tomorrow)
Filled with shame, this fuckin' game left him stretched out 'bout his boy
Body left inside the car, they started arguin' about that boy
Feel like I'm losin' my sane (oh)
Pain only thing make change
Before anything, I'm a man (a man)
You don't want me, then for that nigga, don't change
I gotta eat too, I'm in the streets, too
Caught up in some beef, too, I tucked it, I leave you (brrt)
Pussy nigga, I could reach you (I could reach)
Teach your bitch a lesson for her to teach you (teach you)
Exotic cars, glass house but this bitch bulletproof
That's how you gotta ride around when they wan' get at you (at you)
Shoot at the whip, jump out this bitch, then go to spin at you
Everybody that's in gon' hit at you, headshot to finish you
Shell the fists still throw the tool (baow, baow, go)
Pain only thing make change
On the other hand, stackin', tryna keep my sane
God is the reason I'm clutchin', they wan' bust my brain (mmm)
No, I can't trust her all 'cause she converse about feelin' my man, dirty game
Feel like I'm losin' my sane
Pain only thing make change
Before anything, I'm a man
You don't want me, then for that nigga, don't change
I thought you loved a nigga for a nigga
I come to you, won't be neglected
She might want sex me, don't ask your bestie, she don't want you or the man
Seen a nigga, he looked like a dyke until they told me what his name
Your face and neck, you got my name
Won't give a fuck 'bout if you changed
Tryna make a dollar while I watch my partner
They won't see me lose my dignity
Money don't bring class, I'm Brady bad, they cannot get to me
Half a ticket to this bitch, still, she is not shit to me
Bullets tearin' through the car, they plan on binnin' me
Or pity from property, I'm stuck in this economy
I put money in they pockets although they still plan on robbin' me
Knowin' I gotta watch 'em, I don't like 'em for to ride with me
Know that I'm a dada, might still pay 'em for to slide for me
Roller coaster, get on top of me, fuck me good, see my face, lookin' at me
Or kiss the diamond, I close my eyes and vision so much that I see
Could barely sleep, I barely eat, I roll that dope up in the mornin'
Crack of dawn, we catch him comin' out his house, we crack his doorman
Head off
Drive right, flyin' past, we see police
Bro, take that pin from out your gun
Don't be scared, nah
We get caught, we gon' beat this shit
Might be two years before we done
Get the drop, we blitz that shit
We fight, we whippin' shit, it ain't never one on one (ain't never one on one)
That's my lil' brother, I know he thuggin'
It's gon' go down, he had me come
Feel like I'm losin' my sane
Pain only thing make change
Before anything, I'm a man
You don't want me, then for that nigga, don't change
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64RhA8BZCl9GSG3bZ3oAgM | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Don’t Talk | I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass
They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballеd me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame
I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
"Oh, that's hilarious, to her?"
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for
Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood
With no options, but they carriaged us
Can't be out here flippin' patties, What make you think
Them hoes gon' fuck with us?
What the fuck you think so lavish?
Through my whole career, been doped up
Playin' limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now
If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh
I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree
Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit
YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this
Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass
Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests
Got your back and with you, thug 'til the end
Don't give no fuck if you kin
I need my phone call, guard go to trippin', tryna slam me down
I'm with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it's K, pick up my phone, "KD just got gunned down"
Bub bussin' back, but what 'bout my lil' brother?
Montana son was 'round
She don't love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that
You free to fuck 'round if I don't know about it
Who the fuck done thought of that?
I'm a gangster
I hang up on your mammy
Bitch, no, I ain't callin' back
I'm a ranger, in that Nawf, it's danger, my family stoppin' that
Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that
Ain't takin' care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat
She stressin', wildin' about her old man, he done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin'
I watched niggas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her
And made her spinal crack
He caught her talkin' to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it's cap
But shawty was lovin' brodie ass and everybody know that that's a fact
Later OD'd from off a doja, it was as strong as nightcap
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1JvTaTBb5pzKHRWD3Ddj89 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Feel Good | Look out Veno
This shit gon' be crazy Jacc
Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients
Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good,"
She like what I do oh, hmm
Gucci socks, and Dior flops, tennis chain, no Cuban links
I got power with this '50 Glock
Make you take off your Cuban links
Jump out, pop out, let off shots, I don't usually think nah, nah
Barely know her, but she think that I'll but her anything
Hell nah
Bend her over, I see what her tail 'bout
And I speed up
Domestic, you think I treat her
The way that pussy get beat up
Dance around like Raven (huh) you my cheetah
Like when I let her stay in ohh
She can kick her feet up
Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin', she's a 30 popper
Caught up surfin'
I know how to work it, we gon' murder 'bout it
I'm a problem, I got plenty bodies, and they know about it
What's the problem?
Throwing 'round your body, make me show you 'bout it
Ohh, blood on my shoes
Just be cool, I say, "This might make the news"
You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth
Ohh, hmm
Enjoyin' this money, kickback, build a patio on top of the roof
No "Pat-a-cake", I'm babe Ruth
Hittin' it for the home run
Go ask 'em, bitch I'm paid too
And you know I own somethin'
Richard Mill' around yo' arm, do all stuntin' on these hoes
Four, three coupes, I been the truth for who ain't know, be cool
Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news
I just pulled up real rude
At the house, I'm boolin' cool
And I got on Jimmy Choo
She say, "Make me feel good,"
She like what I do oh, hmm
Tsunami, got her wet typhoon
I'm a pimp bitch, tie my shoe
Want your friend and sister too
I'm a Mac, go check computers
For them stats, it's gon' get ruthless
Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em
Ain't put it on wax, and they know how I do it
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3GbQcjKWT7eVpUfzqwUjxv | Lil Nas X | Late To Da Party (F*CK BET) (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah (Daytrip, take it to ten, yeah!)
Lick it on up, mmm-mmm
Slurp it, mmm-ah
Make it sloppy, okay-okay, okay-okay
Look at how I top shit, bitch
I just put like three up in the Top 10
And I don't need nobody, I just need these CC's on my body
Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong, gon' make a profit
Read about it, I don't even gotta sing about it
I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about, uh
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Don't try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got it
Hundreds inside this bitch, a hundred sticks
A hundred bitches with 100 thousand on my wrist, yeah
Baddie in my bed, and she plan on driving me
Demons in my head, I can't stop 'em all from rotting me
She want me to buy her some CC's
She wanna eat, and I hope she don't bite, nah
She on her knees and she's worshiping right now
With her friend, I'm flirting, now she want fight now
These people, they know not to try me, I get in that mode and collect me a body
I'm up in New York like I'm Gotti
I'm riding lil' shorty like new Kawasaki's
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Cheese all on my left, uh, cheese all on my side, yeah
They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah
Don't try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got it
Hmm, get it, window double tinted
Face sitting pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it
I'm at Met Gala in Versace, and it's fitted
Farted on these niggas, oops, I think I shitted
He want X', I'm liking his sister
Want her to perform, so I gotta book her
She say Chanel bag, plus I'm gon' flood her ears with boogers
They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it
On my hip, and blue hundreds inside of my pocket
Mercedes-Benz in the Brabus kit body
I shipped it, I hit it, take off like a rocket
Long as she don't tell nobody, I'm gon' caress her whole body
Know I'm ready as soon as she come, uh
I lick it as soon as I'm done (yeah)
Don't want be late for the party, oh, ah-ah-ah
You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down
Don't try me
You better save that shit up for somebody else
Don't try me
'Cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah
Yeah, you know we got it
Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Fuck B.E.T, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, fuck B.E.T
Yeah, yeah, ayy, yeah
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0VKyn2ROibQOK44KT9295t | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Proud of Myself | Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?
(Mmm, mm)
(Mmm-mmm, oh) look
This Alice grandson, Kentrell (mmm, mmm, mm)
(Mmm-mmm, son) yeah, that lil' boy who you used to always tell on
I used to be jumpin' yo' gate, takin' the oranges, uh
I could tell you that I'm proud of myself
I grew up hard, but that's just the way it is
Bad boy, all the neighbors, they ain't want me with they kids
Probably thought that I'd die, but now they see the way I live, oh-oh
I done made it 'cross the field, that's a touchdown
Clockin' in, 'cause the kid got to work now
Mama, know that we up now
Birkin bag full of cash, hol' on, let's go
They don't like me, but I got it, I'm in it, this how it is
I was down, ain't have nobody, I did it, I smile big
I need forgiveness for things that I did
I'm thankin' God that he blessed me with all of my friends
I'm in the hills with all of these Ms
He don't even smoke K2, but I'm smokin' this shit with twin
I was stressin' over you while you wildin' out with yo' friends
With my brother in the coupe, go to poppin', we shootin' again, yeah
And I came out the cell, boy
Ain't finish school, but I said that I excel for it
I'm gettin' it in, I ain't quittin' 'cause I'm winnin'
Knowin' how I'm rockin', I ain't stoppin' for the law tonight
Layin' around the crib with bad women
Rhythm that I'm feelin', XO got me goin' off tonight
Shawty know she real bad with it
She gon' ride me and ride me 'til I tell her for to stop at the light
Stay off the 'Gram, not makin' friends, and she fuck with that
She made a video out with 'em, and I'm lovin' that
I got a group of bad women wanna tussle
Pretty, yeah, got it bad, bad, bad, yeah, yeah
They ain't wan' see me winnin', I was in the prison
Missing my children, oh, I
I come from playin' with that Glizzy, tryna hit 'em 'cross the fences
I ain't rappin', I'm tellin' it
Stuck up in it, I feel like I'm on my own
Paid them millions, I still don't feel like I'm home
And it's the small lil' things been goin' wrong
Feel like my mama gone away for like way too long
I ain't tryna party 'round y'all
Cooler than a bird body, more sauce than a Gala walk
Recognize 'fore it's missin'
I completed every mission, I done made it out my grandad house
Shorty, please don't you leave
Don't you see that I'm in a two-way love affair?
Got my heart broke, If I was focused on that
I would've got my head knocked off
Money gettin' disease, gun-totin', slingin' nigga
Dead wrong how you vision me
And I'm richer than every single of my specific critics
Watch your tone when you mention me
I can feel it deep inside of my soul
And I know it's gon' get better as we go
As you know (oh), all I receive
Still'll ride in a rental with in my denim
John Elliott linen got crease and my jeans say Amiri
Ayy, say who a ten, and I stand, okay
No, she ain't loyal, I ain't fallin', no way
But inside that girl, I be far away
Run it up, way too much racks for a safe
700 thousand what I'm paying for the case, that's a shame
Got a hit for every song that they play, what you say?
I won't get paid, ain't no love for the game (mmm, mmm, mm)
(Mmm-mmm, oh) grandma, I did it
I don't really care what they say, I did it (mmm, mmm, mm)
(Mmm, mmm, son) mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, child
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1KpuNcuR0KBVgHdO1IRwYA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Goals | (6element)
I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door
But I still made it through
Flooded my neck
Look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner
Give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad but I know that it's a lot for me to do
I was tired of doing the same thing
Got serious
Then I changed lanes
They knowin' that we bust brains
But ain't why I'm inside in chains
Put my focus in the main business
Lookin' for a half a ticket plane
Tryna find somethin' that fit the description of my pain
My name to some people ain't looked over
Go find you somethin' to look over
Since young, never been a pushover
Got the bag like a book holder
Nigga you gon' make me mad
And we gon' spin on 'em
Did the dash inside a Lamb' and then he crash
Ain't get a dent on him
That's my lil' homie
Remember posted at the store
I ain't have a cent on me
One uniform
Went to school everyday the same lint on me
Needed help to stand up straight and then they bent on me
Dirty bitch was catchin' fire and I wouldn't even piss on 'em
I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door
But I still made it through
Flooded my neck
Look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner
Give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad but I know that it's a lot for me to do
Switched the motto
I ain't hit the lotto
But my bag different
Skippin' school with my dog
Wasn't really tryna bag with me
Fell in love once
But mm I said my grandma was different
I'm like, "Mm I'm a millionaire
I ain't with the kidding"
That's me just thinkin'
Too much money
Separate the bank
2012 I'd use a shoebox
I don't really like to talk
I ain't bein' rude now
Three hundred thousand
It be for fashion
And I still'll probably pass it up
I don't give no fuck as long as we got a gat on us
That's a new edition
She don't want me
She feel like my heart old
Why you want my heart
Love?
Take it slow
I ball on and off court
I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door
But I still made it through
Flooded my neck
Look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner
Give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad but I know that it's a lot for me to do
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2GNXDlmtC8szycxOCPQIin | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | See Me Now | (XO)
(My nigga Brando done figured this shit out)
Oh, I done rocked out, fell off, turnt up, now see me now (baow)
I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down (baow)
They tried to make career hold up (baow)
See I came out froze'd up, I told them (baow)
That I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up (baow)
Better keep yo' banger bitch (yo' banger, bitch)
They know this gangster as it get (as it get)
They know they bring me up
Can't say that I don't lay law down 'round this bitch (law down)
Got green flags and dirty sticks (yeah)
Police search for murder weapons (yeah, yeah)
It get ugly, you get clean murdered in the dirty sections
I'm with that shit like my mama and on them pills like my daddy
In and out of jail just like my cousin, keep a gun like my pappy
Look, I ain't trippin' off you stuntin'
Before I starve, you can't have it
I'ma dirty work 'em with this burner, they sprayed my car in Miami
I went from zero to one million back to zero to 'bout thirty, nigga
Girl, I was selling boy blocks for 30, nigga
Can ya'll pour than Hen' up? My chin up
I'm bootin' up, I'm gettin' there
Tell my mama, "I need a wig, I'm goin' in, they gone get spinned on"
Oh, I done rocked out, fell off, turnt up, now see me now
I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down
They tried to make career hold up (yeah)
See I came out frozed up, I told them
That I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up
30 for 30, tell Forbes that I'm gettin' dirty (I'm gettin' dirty, huh?)
I just jumped in the cutlass
Meechy too strapped up in that 'burban
I'm on bourbon, leave a nigga in a canal, the tag say, "Reaper shit"
Servin' rock like I'm JAY-Z, nod off we sleep, that be that ether shit
Hustle with that thang right on my hip, like, "Where my beeper went?" (Go)
Got a digital scale, screwdriver instead of razor 'cause I don't need the shit (go, go)
And it ain't gon' cut it anyway, need a hammer for to break it up (break)
Nigga better be ready to die today if he ever thought about facin' us (baow)
Luxury-built fireplace, from a group home, I done ran it up (yeah)
Body built, she ain't my bae, got her ass lift, I done set it up (nigga, yeah)
From the gutter, she ain't got money but that's my bitch so twice I knocked her up
Got a light one up once the lighter struck, go to poppin' off (oh), baow, baow
I done fucked it up, I brought her friend up, aw, aw
Wit' that shit, I want the bitch to lift his hand up, get knocked off
Baking soda, we wan' spin it soft, I can make it hardbody
I got hella sticks and stolo cars in front of grandpa yard daily
Oh, I done rocked out, fell off, turnt up, now see me now
I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down
They tried to make career hold up (hold up)
See I came out froze'd up, I told them (froze'd up)
That I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up (slime)
Yeah, they tried to hold up
I told them "I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up"
Yeah (see me now)
Get outta line bitch, I'm gon' put you up, you know what up
This Top, nigga
These bitch ass niggas, ayy, huh, huh, tell 'em I said fuck 'em, nigga
Let me get the M's my nigga
You know what it is, Slime
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4lDwjby6qNJP9Zdhi3Vg0a | Never Broke Again | Gang Baby (Never Broke Again, YoungBoy Never Broke Again, P Yungin feat. Rojay MLP & Rjae) | These boys got elevated
Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy
JR, you trippin
Dirty cutter, I get caught with it, state property
Gang baby, I was locked down up in Lake Providence
Fresh out the pen', lead in that pen, you could ride to this
Real gun smoke, them niggas know they hide from this
I wet the whole Chevelle, been on they trail
Bitch, you better not tell, I got shit for sell
Plus I got some shit that ring your bell
Say it won't never fail
That package that I sent, handle with care
Put that on the scale, need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale
Uh, fuck that shit, fuck that shit, I'm up now
Ayy, I heard them niggas out here watchin' 'cause I'm on now
Uh, they heard I got that dope so now they tappin' phones now
Uh, they see that paper so they won't leave me alone now
Fuck it though
Fuck the feds, I'ma be the one that's gon' kick down your door
You can't hear me when I'm creepin' cause I'm on my tippy toes
This .40 leave you stiffer than a fucked ho
All we inhale is gun smoke, watch action from the front row, yeah
I'ma hop out in the party, I'ma kill you and your kinfolk
I leave a nigga down and leave him red like some hot cheetos
And if you speak on me, don't give a fuck if you my people
I'ma roll a nigga up like I was rollin' up a taco
Fuck it, hop out, make 'em Glocks blow
And bitch, this choppa got a stock on it
No serial code, but I pull up in a lockout
Punish him, I hit him up like I was Tupac, though
Trigger finger itchin' to squeeze it, this gon' fuck your dawg
Uh, okay, PY 'dem, where them straps? Yeah, I'm back, yeah
Don't give a fuck 'bout what you say
Because I know that it's all cap, yeah
Uh, I run it up a couple laps, yeah
I spinned the block too many times
But fuck that shit, youngin', I might just double-back, yeah
Okay, bing bong, bullets hittin' everywhere they ricochet
I'm a menace to society, I'm hated by the ministry
Okay, them bullets burn
I just send it to him, let that nigga bake
He can't never say he never saw it comin'
Put it in his face
My gun be tryna fuck with somethin', just let the cutter cut
I can't leave without it, it come in handy like Kobe in the clutch
Don't be afraid to jump right in, nigga this ain't no double dutch
Where I'm from, we was trained to kill, who want war with us?
Whole lot of redrum from me, sip it 'til it's gone
A lot of bodies is what you gon' see, bullets bigger than my thumb
Don't make me have to clap this bitch
Make sure that the job is done
Can't let you double-back on me, I only gotta do it once
Bitch, it's up, bitch, you know it's done
Bitch, you know it's up
I ain't gotta say no words
Once you move, they leave you stuck
Leave your body on the curb
Speaking out your top, you must got nuts
No, I ain't trippin', we gon' swerve
I don't give a fuck, make your tail tuck
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6xj9wxBuEmuCffZCD5sJsJ | Never Broke Again | Pull Up Actin (Never Broke Again featuring YoungBoy Never Broke Again and P Yungin) | (Lil Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Pull up acting, I got diamonds in my necklace, uh (in my necklace)
I got money in my pockets, and I'm flexin' n— (uh, and I'm flexin')
Tote that ratchet, I'ma blast it if you acting n—
Point at your head, head home if you capping, n— (baow, baow)
Look I'm gone, but I got these b— all in my home
P— a— n— get no dap, introduce him to my chrome
Say they bust us off the flap, we gon' knock your head off
We gon' lay you in your last bed that your family bought (in your coffin)
What that's 'bout, pull up to your house (what that's 'bout? To your motherf—')
With them choppas, let, let 'em off (grrah, grrah)
I put a hundred on his head to knock him off (knock his a—)
Who wan' romp? (Who gon' run?)
B— come out (don Dada, bang your a—)
I'm with youngins and they bleeding, uh, uh, uh (blatt, blatt, blatt)
Can't drive the Rolls I'm full of X— so we smash in the coupe (what you on, five?)
Big chains on beaming like Zaytiggy let it boom (zaytiggy)
Big rings on f— that flower, throw him to the grooms
Pull up acting (pull up acting, n—), I got diamonds in my necklace, uh (in my necklace)
I got money in my pockets and I'm flexin' n— (uh, and I'm flexin')
Tote that ratchet, I'ma blast it if you acting n— (tote it, tote it, hit it, hit it)
Point at your head, head home if you capping, n— (baow, baow)
Look, I'm gone, but I got these b—s all in my home (in my home)
P— a— n— get no dap, introduce him to my chrome (to my chrome thang, baow)
Say they bust us off the flap, we gon' knock your head off (show 'em, bro)
We gon' lay you in your last bed that your family bought (your f— coffin, gang)
Pull up acting, with that Michael Draco in my hand (gang)
Top called him skelly for speaking on his clan (f— him)
PY a demon, he don't give a f— 'bout what you sayin' (f— him)
I be the reason that these n—s life come to an end (b—)
Wrecked that Bently at 16, I found out God was with me (with me, gang)
I blew 20 at 15, look how my diamonds hittin' (hit)
Jumped in the Trackhawk, do the dash, hope I don't crash the engine (boom, boom)
F— what he said, I want him dead, lil' b— get out my business (baow, business)
Pull up acting, I got diamonds in my necklace, uh (in my necklace)
I got money in my pockets and I'm flexin' n— (uh, and I'm flexin')
Tote that ratchet, I'ma blast it if you acting n— (tote it, tote it, hit it, hit it)
Point at your head, head home if you capping, n—
Look I'm gone, but I got these b—s all in my home
P— a— n— get no dap, introduce him to my chrome
Say they bust us off the flap, we gon' knock your head off (show him, bro)
We gon' lay you in your last bed that your family bought (your f—coffin)
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4TfEcrA3VitAQ9ft91e5pQ | DaBaby | Hit | (Okay)
Maybach outside, Maybach out, uh (yeah)
Maybach outside runnin', fuck, uh, uh, uh (okay)
Maybach outside runnin', yeah
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, hit, skully
Shut up, I know you don't love me (let's go)
I'm fuckin' on her and her buddy, yeah (yeah)
The Maybach outside, uh
I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin' (yeah, bitch)
Don't make me get in no trouble (with that), yeah
You know when I air this bitch out now
I'm tryna be calm, I promise
It's gettin' too hard to be humble
It's a Phantom outside, I'ma get in that
Send 'em lil' niggas, I send 'em back up in the box
In the coroner minivan
Go on 'em like Ja, make 'em spin like a ceilin' fan (ayy)
Hop out and blow at 'em (now come on, let's go)
You play with me, bitch, we gon' make CNN
Bet a fuck nigga know better
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (hit), huh, hit (hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (hit), huh, hit (hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (okay)
They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch
Better how sick that they get
Hit 'em with this and I bet your lil' buddy you miss
I had to turn up my wrist
Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit
Got the below in the clip
Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit
(I got a), uh, in this bitch, (I got a), uh, in this bitch
I got the baddest ratchet bitch that's dancin' all on my dick
I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah
Brrt, leave 'em slumped, you know I do, don't say I don't
Got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
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3Gav7ps1nyItYi5YCtFCAc | DaBaby | On this Line | Baby (mommy, India got them beats)
Wake up, bitch
(Leor, light it up)
Ayy, you see that nigga they just brought in here?
I know him, man, that nigga from the other side
Come on
He got a soap sock, I got a shank (yeah)
What the fuck he on this line for?
I don't know what they think
Soon as they bring our breakfast tray (I'm on there)
You know I'm gon' crank (yeah)
Soon as these doors open up, I don't give no fuck, I just wan' bang
You know I ain't worried 'bout none of these pussy niggas
Laugh my bitch ass to the bank
Free my cousin, I go there and sit there with 'em
If these niggas keep actin' like what they ain't
Gun a nigga down, broad daylight
Makin' sure he dead right there, I don't play right, nigga
Scary-ass nigga keep callin' 'round the city
Tryna cop a plea and get his face right with me
If a nigga on this line with me
Bang fire with me, you ain't safe, my nigga
Guarantee every dome from A to C
Know I bang big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know they gon' mace this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get fixed
I ain't worried 'bout one nigga in this bitch
'Cause he got a soap sock, I got a shank
What the fuck he on this line for?
I don't know what they think
Young nigga been locked since 17, runnin' shit
Shippin' them bowls, police keep takin' his phone
He in prison and he put me on
I'm still rappin', got rich, now I'm tryna get him home
Yeah, somebody tell Meek and Jay-Z help me go get my cousin
Ain't got time to play with this shit
Don't play with me, play with yo' kids
Niggas know Baby bussin', they know I got stain in this bitch
Aim at a bitch, shoot out the side of a Maybach
And went back and painted the whip
Pay me a lawyer, bulletproof trucks for my daughter
So coppers can't spray at the whip
'Cause I got a AR, he got a Glock, huh
"Damn, that nigga still shootin'"
That lil' shit just ran outta shots, huh?
Catch a nigga go and eat shit
Bet before a nigga speak, he gon' think before he talk now
I was the hottest rapper in the world
Gettin' in shootouts right in front of a cop car
Spray, nigga
I got a red flag, made out of gym shorts (yeah)
I got that mojo, sprayed on top of New Years card
I just got my court date pushed back, they tryna make it hard
Tryna see if I'm lucky for to find that new pack on the yard
My nigga just gave me a new Android, I ain't have to pay for it
My nigga just made another draw blood, we all might get charged for it
Can't go to the dome, they got me sinnin', black and white stripes
Or cross me, that's a old head, he told me that he doin' life
He doin' life, damn
I'm too young for that, huh, huh
I pray to God, I said I swear to God
I-I-I hope them bitches don't try to hang a nigga like that, slime
You heard me?
I don't know why this nigga got me on this muhfuckin' song rappin'
Like we in jail right now anyway, nigga
Nigga crazy, bitch, you home, nigga
Know that's that life we live, nigga
Stay ready for whatever, yeah
They caught up, they feelin' up
He got a soap sock, I got a shank
What the fuck he on this line for?
I don't know what they think
Soon as they bring our breakfast tray, you know I'm gon' crank
Soon as these doors open up, I don't give no fuck, I just wan' bang
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7bqTTOMe9fEBrxq3IS5GqK | DaBaby | Little to A lot | (Pipe that shit up, TnT) people think I'm crazy, say my mind gone
(Dmac on the fuckin' track) 'cause I can't leave the house without my fye
Fuck what people think, yeah, yeah
Oh, people think I'm crazy, say my mind gone
'Cause I can't leave the house without my fire
It's gon' take 'em years to see what I'm on
And all my kids still rich the day I die
Came from a little to a lot, all this money
We done ran up, ran up, ran up (nah, for real)
Mama say, "You bet' not let these niggas trick you out your spot
It's time to man up, man up, man up" (we keep it real)
I'm slippin', fallin', I know (fuckеd up)
I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on
Nah, for sho', go
These niggas be lazy as hell, I was hustling out the door
I put the whole family on my back
Nigga ain't going out like no ho
When I walk in and out the house, I'm strapped
Anything feel the wrong way, I'ma blow
Any time, nigga better watch how he act
If you gon' act any way, act like you know, nigga
Feel like I been through this shit here a million times
When I came up, they ain't show no love
Ain't never asked for no vouchers
That's why them pussy ass niggas be poutin'
And not for attention, as soon as I come in the room
And ain't no one said it out loud
Say, "How you you feeling? Why you keep holding it in you?
How can I get it up out you?"
I'm fuckin' on three different freaks (like three)
Missing my big brother G
You wanna numb me some drinks for him
And my daddy in heaven get mixed up with me
You can listen to them ho-ass niggas all you want to
You ain't gotta listen to me
Last nigga to play it got lit like a tree
And it ain't it even Christmas, nigga
Came from a little to a lot, all this money
We done ran up, ran up, ran up
Mama say, "You bet' not let these niggas trick you out your spot
It's time to man up, man up, man up"
I'm slippin', fallin', I know
I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on
You know I been doing this shit for us, nigga, you know from the door
From the start, nigga
If this shit about me, I done been straight, nigga
I done been kicked back, nigga
I'm sittin' with all these M's, all this motherfucking fake-ass love
All this fake ass fame and shit
And I'm still livin' like I don't give a fuck
I know niggas out here who ain't doing shit for their self
They think they supposed to be livin' the way I don't even really wanna live
Burglaries, robberies
I can't find the time I need inside my dreams
I done seen my brother bleedin' on side of me
Oh Lord, please don't let them murder me
Cocaine, Bentley, GT
Came up off the streets, can't find no peace, where do I go?
Momma got a brand-new home, I done moved grandpa from out the Nawf
When niggas 'round, I don't like to talk, only thing I know is take 'em off
My shameless scars, can't take it off, 30 mil', stay in a regular house
I ain't want be how I apologize instead of sayin', "I'm sorry"
First child that I supposed to have, got excited, I named her, "Ari"
I been hustling for my family, reaper on me, can't get him off me
Hurt inside they made me act this way, but them people still gon' still fault me
From the streets and that's what taught me
I been dealing with my pain on top my brain for a fake love scene
Told my engineer my girl don't bring her thing, but convulsing
Half a million on a diamond ring but more what your love cost me
You should know what all this bring
Came from a little to a lot, all this money
We done ran up, ran up, ran up
Mama say, "You bet' not let these niggas trick you out your spot
It's time to man up, man up, man up"
I'm slippin', fallin', I know
I spend all my time and all my life tryna makе sure we on
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh, yeah
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4jZ88HTGxDGDPE9A2fpDVy | DaBaby | WiFi | (Damn, Glacier, this one finna kill these niggas)
Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time
Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' 'em right now (brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt)
Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Nah, nigga, wake up (go)
I just sent a lil' something your way to come shake something
Got the drop from his lil' bitch (yeah)
She be fuckin' on me, I put nut on her makeup (ew)
That stick is gon' break something
Bullets blow up your body, they known to inflate something
Know I'm standin' on business, these niggas won't take nothin'
I be shootin' for the kill, from the hip, I'ma face something
I'ma send me somebody to knock at your door
Like some pizza or something
I don't interact with bitch-ass niggas
Runnin' 'round, actin' like my nieces or something
I take that back, matter of fact, nigga, my niece is more realer
I'd rather a fuck nigga stay a hundred feet from a nigga
No, I ain't stuntin' these niggas, I got a daughter more gangsta
So I'ma separate and stand across the street from a nigga
I got up off they ass, I'm on you now (yeah)
And I ain't fuckin' 'round with nothin' under .40 cal' (go)
I'm tryna put a hole in any nigga, burn 'em down
I ain't jokin' 'round with no nigga, baow, funny now
Standin' in the Nawf, plenty pistols, we ain't runnin' out
Known to get 'em killed, plenty killas know who run the town
Talk on the net, when I'm here, they don't come around
I'ma catch him, his time steady runnin' out
Grab your keyboard
Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time
Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' 'em right now (brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt)
Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
Up my blicky on him and I blow it up too
From a distance, the police, we shoot at 'em, too
Ask lil' Ten how we do
Out on scene and we blockin' and lurkin'
I'm fiendin' to get at that dude
Hit that boy with the stick, same day, shoot a video
Record it and then I upload to YouTube
Try me, I bet I fuck over the fool
Fifty-one, walk 'em down while I'm loadin' the tool
Shh, don't tell nobody
Drop the bag, got a brand-new body (yeah)
Drop the bag, got a brand-new Phantom
Yeah, a nigga gotta take his shoes off inside it (no shoes)
2022 white mink rugs
Oh well, what the fuck I'm supposed to do? I gotta drive it (yeah)
I cut the bougie shit and saved the loot and fly commercial
If I ever wanna do it, fly in private, yeah
Nigga, keep tweetin', see, you can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em, it's 'bout time
Knock 'em off, they gon' be bloggin' em right now (brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (skrrt)
Come out the house, know we posted at nighttime (I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
7.62, we gon' wake up the block, huh?
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0oMCHLbU1IcWfXMHeYSfn1 | DaBaby | Turbo | Die!
Walk on stage
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (uh)
Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus (uh)
Hitting her in between classes (uh)
Nutting all over her glasses (uh, like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (uh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (uh)
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo
She want Celine spring
I want some lean, yeah
I love Forgiato, must turn off from the scene (yeah)
Come and geek up like Turbo (skrrt)
Draco under my peacoat
Money coming in real fast like Sonic
Starting to think my new bitch robotic
Swing the stick out the car when the opp get spotted
Bringing up money, you know I got it
I want her with a whole lotta body
Babies, K-pins watch me ship it (yeah)
Running off-stage, I dive (dive)
Sitting on the mountaintop
Hoping that I do not die
Whatever I wear, I'm way too fly (okay)
Told her chill out with that capping
A pint of that matrix I'm packing it, yeah
Even with these foreign girls, you know that I'm smashing 'em
Propane tank of gas, no citgo
Come with the bullshit, you know I'm with though
Fucking on shorty 'til the morning time
Hitting her real fast, she call me Turbo
She say she like me
Plain Jane, AP
Got the Bentley, 'Rari
She just want a Birkin
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (uh)
Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus (uh)
Hitting her in between classes (uh)
Nutting all over her glasses (uh, like Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (uh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (uh)
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo
You know the Lambo' go fast
They want me to slow down, but I'm back on they ass
Back in that bitch and with 30, they tax
Baby done went and got another one (yeah)
She want a trick or a treat (a treat)
Told her, "It ain't Halloween" (uh-huh)
She should have the Pro Tools on when I beat
I be fucking her showing my bae how to sing
Come on baby, rock on my mic (uh-huh)
My hoes get to hitting, I ain't stopping no fight (uh-huh)
Come on with the ticket, I ain't stopping no lights (uh-huh)
Speed through that bitch like I'm Turbo
I got a brand new glick, we gon' see if it work though
She like to come give me head on lunch breaks
Sent the text, "Where you at?" Come get ate"
Texted her back, dropped a pin, "Meet me here, parking deck on the third floor," Turbo
I gotta need for speed, faster than a mo'fuckin' furious (yeah, bitch)
Tryna see what's up with me, come die in this bitch being curious
I pulled up in a wild body Benz, came out hopped in a Urus (go)
Paparazzi don't know what car I'm in
And these hoes want something, so I'm serious (nigga)
She say she like me (she)
Plain Jane, AP (AP)
Got the Bentley, 'Rari (braah)
She just want a Birkin (wooh, wooh, wooh)
I can't buy her a Birkin
I ain't bought my mom a Birkin (yeah)
Always when I'm working
That money I be splurging like Turbo (uh-huh, yeah, turn me up)
Uh, go, fucking that ho on campus (uh-huh)
Hitting her in between classes (uh-huh)
Nutting all over her glasses (uh-huh, like Turbo, Turbo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, go (uh-huh)
Catch me zipping my car through traffic (uh-huh)
Young nigga got him a Hellcat but the Lambo' go way faster, I go turbo
(Baow!)
(Yeah)
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29tTKq8gI6AtchB07rbSOE | DaBaby | BBL | (Uzoma, come here)
♪
I fuck on that ho and came back on her
Fuck on that ho and I– yeah
(Chill, Hint)
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (Yeah), it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil' ass on you (Let's go), your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin'-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas
It's Baby, bitch, say that shit two times (Say it two)
Baby, Baby, he acting brand new now (Baby, Baby)
Had to shake 'em, he got back his juicе now (And the– woo)
Now you double back, knew you wеre coming back (Let's go)
Got the shit in my house that connect the guest house to the house, park the Rolls-Royce up under that (Yeah)
I could fuck up the game if a nigga dropped now, set it down, niggas think he ain't comin' back
Somebody must told you wrong (Huh?)
Come through popping on a whole new song (Yeah, bitch)
Pussy nigga must think they lit 'til they put us in this bitch and cut the Pro Tools on (Yeah, nigga)
Hatin'-ass nigga still gon' die, keep waitin' in the line, bitch, it won't be long (No, no)
Rap niggas talk big boy shit, but when I'm in the room, they control they tone
I set it off on these niggas, they know it too (They know it)
Long live G, a bitch play, he gon' go with you (Let's go)
You know your lil' brother gon' blow that– (Woo)
That's my gangster bitch, she from the west side (Yeah, the west)
Many men, bitch, I need me a vest (Uh-huh)
You gon' need more than that how we step out
Spend every dollar I got 'til a nigga get dropped, take his ass out the game, nigga checked out (Bitch)
You the type of fuck nigga switch up when you don't get attention, lil' bitch feelin' left out (Bitch)
I could be the lil' dog in the room, I'ma walk in that bitch my chin up with my chest out
Honestly, all these rap niggas hoes music, don't got no bop in it, back on they neck now
Goin' Birdman, I need my respect out
Got a bitch look like Left Eye, yes I (Yeah)
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (Go), it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil' ass on you (Let's go), your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin'-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas
Fully loaded whip, I'm back on my bullshit
And this bitch fully loaded, FN clip
Turn that block and the two shooters come out the roof, spinnin' back to back, back 'til they finish 'em
Shorty driving while we in a widebody
At a spot where they gon' drop off them bodies
She gon' leave on commercial, come back in a private
I know that she got it, gotta make sure she copy
Dirty lil' kitchen, she cleaning the bowls
Bro servin' the bowl, we still sellin' them 'bows
Brother gon' trap while I'm confined at home
House arrest from me totin' that fire on the road
Know for a fact she ain't breakin' the code, everything, she don't know
If they kickin' in doors, she won't open her mouth
I surprised her, they backin' the Lamb' off the truck in the bottom, south side
In my grandmother house where my mom and them grew
Like I'm sick, got the flu, I been turned up on Boo
With that stick, I'ma shoot, I don't play with them dudes
Flood her neck with them diamonds, lil' shorty the truth
In her purse, put the blick, smoke on one, I'ma hit
But he only got eight, better come with the tip
My little youngin take quarters, he don't give a shit
If he can't add it up, he gon' sell it to you
Sign her name for that cutter, she buy it for you
Shorty stay with the shit and she down for the crew
She pickin' it up and I'm poppin' her off, when that gangster shit come, sling that iron for you
Stealin' polos and T-shirts up out of the mall, I ain't nothin' like Omar, send that wire for you
Vacuum seals, baking soda, this home improvement, she bring the quinine by two, go
I fuck on that ho and came back on her (Go), it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil' ass on you, your doctor did good, shit, I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin'-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas
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2JzeJphUuFTNSnzJ12aLu9 | DaBaby | Count on me | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Hurt, what it do?)
♪
Lonely, count on me, hold on me
I been wantin' you, why don't you see everything I see?
Yeah, remember you said it was 4L, yeah, bitch, you lied
Bitch, you know my love like Kevin, yeah, don't get tired
I probably come past you flyin', tryin' not to scratch my tires, yeah (woo)
Starin' you dead in your eyes, tryin' not to catch your lies
I know you sneaky, but I been wantin' you (yeah, now watch me turn up)
Comin' through like black Mike Jack
Why my brother gotta act like that? Yeah
I don't give a fuck what they pay, I ain't comin' in without my strap, nah
It don't matter if the ho get saved, I'ma take the cape off my back (oh, oh, oh)
I don't know give a fuck what they say, I been tryna get my life on track (go)
Claiming they sick of me (that what they say?)
Cancel culture, like my bitches, they hate me
And can't even get rid of me
Took a look inside her soul, I told her
(I see secrets deep inside your eyes)
(Broke my heart, see pieces in the sky)
(Wonder why? Movin' on 'cause I'm tired)
(You'll find another guy, know we both gon' be fine)
Lonely, count on me, hold on me
I been wantin' you, why don't you see everything I see?
Countin' up money, I ain't countin' on love
Headed forward, and I'm runnin', I ain't goin' back where I was
I feel low, downer than I been before
Wonder where I go?
What the fuck I'm in my feelings for?
What she blowin' up my iPhone for?
Don't be callin' me about no ho, yeah
I'm a real nigga, rock star shit
I don't listen to no Rock 'n' Roll, uh
2021 copped my lick, 2020, lost my bro
I went to you, I figured you could heal my soul
I guess I was wrong, you gon' break me
I kept on raising my tone, now you hate me
Throwin' statements, gone crazy
Seen that in my phone, fuck 'em hoes, you my old lady
I'm gon' hold it down until we up or 'til you gone, baby
(I see secrets deep inside your eyes)
(Broke my heart, see pieces in the sky)
(Wonder why? Movin' on 'cause I'm tired)
(You'll find another guy, know we both gon' be fine)
Lonely, count on me, hold on me
I been wantin' you, why don't you see everything I see?
(Countin' up money, I ain't countin' on love)
(Headed forward, and I'm runnin', I ain't goin' back where I was)
(I feel low, downer than I been before)
(Wonder where I go?)
To the top, highest that I can go, oh, oh
Oh, slime, I can go, oh
Please don't never leave me, you all mine
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6m3KnOxlRsllj47rGqketu | DaBaby | Syracuse | (Let's go!)
Glizzy, glizzy, show 'em what that Draco do (blatt, blatt)
She want Xanax too, plus that drank from Syracuse (ha, ha)
Millions, millions, Bentley, Bentley, Lamb' truck too (yeah, yeah)
Biggest villain, millions, me, I spend 'em too
I don't want love, can't trust, want drugs and millions (let's go), yeah
Flood my wrist on all these girls
Spend my money, I done spend it, nigga (okay)
I already know I'm paid (yeah)
Chop with the knife, get slayed (yeah)
25 minutes on stage (yeah)
Got the whole crowd in a rage
(Top, top), bitch give me top
Massacre pivot, masquerade
Watch how I surf, I'm in a rave
Try me, take off all his face
(Bop, bop, brr, boom!)
I got drums on the bottom of these Ks
All in the bank, I wrote my name
Got too much money, can't fit in no safe
Glizzy, glizzy, show 'em what that Draco do (blatt, blatt)
She want Xanax too, plus that drank from Syracuse (ha, ha)
Millions, millions, Bentley, Bentley, Lamb' truck too (yeah, yeah)
Biggest villain, millions, me, I spend 'em too
(Let's go!)
Hoppin' off the stage, like-
(Hoppin' off the bitch, like-)
Hoppin' off the stage, like- (phew)
Not your killers, Superman, Baby (bitch)
Got 'em bussin' out the motherfuckin' roof (yeah)
All red Maybach, pull up in it maybe (all red)
He won't hesitate to pull it out, nah, don't do it
He won't hesitate to pull it out, baby, don't-
He won't hesitate to pull it out, shoot
Shoot (boom, boom), shoot (bah), shoot (bah)
Bitch, I'm turnt up, don't need me no boo (I'm the nigga)
Do it solo, don't need me a group (uh-huh)
She want her a chocolate nigga (a choc-)
She keep on tellin' me that I'm cute
They better go and get top for a nigga
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me in the booth
It's Baby, nigga, go!
Glizzy, glizzy, show 'em what that Draco do (let's go, blatt, blatt)
She want Xanax too (bitch), plus that drank from Syracuse (ha, ha)
Millions, millions, Bentley, Bentley, Lamb' truck too
(Brand new Lamb' truck too, yeah, yeah)
Biggest villain, millions, me, I spend 'em too (bitch)
♪
Dangerous featuring Baby, nigga
Go
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7n6lDhWVBg6Vna0IDajCa2 | DaBaby | Creeper | Oh
Oh
Oh, oh (Paco Black)
Oh
(Ayy, get that baby off the street)
A couple days ago I fucked a fan
We had a one night stand, I never even
Asked her her name
And it's even more fucked up, she got a man
That lame-ass nigga think she loyal, nigga don't know a thing
But she's a creeper (Woah)
I be fuckin' her like a dog, leavin' on my sneakers (Yeah)
Pullin' up, droppin' them drawers every time we link up
Fuckin' up your weave, baby, get on your knees
I be fuckin' on her like it's "Fuck the police" (Let's go, vroom)
2021, no keys, everything I drive, I speed (Yeah, yeah)
Beat the apple like Adam and Eve
I won't be mad if she leaves (Let's go)
They askin' me why I ball hog
, I'm tryna get us a ring (Yeah)
She keep that lil' pussy bald, I call that bitch Mr. Clean (Ayy)
Fuckin' me the worst way with it, I'ma spell my first name in it (Go)
Like J-O-N-A-T-H-A-N, you fuckin' and I quit playin'
Make that pussy fly to me (Fyoom), she get on a plane for it
All these hoes wanna fuck right now for free (Free)
So you know I ain't payin' for it
Make her pull up once a month and give it to her (Give it to her)
And put her out like the landlord
And send her right back to her man, hah (Huh)
I hope that you understand, Lord
Ice cold nigga livin' life with no feelings (Yeah)
I just fucked a fan the other day, it was terrific
A couple days ago I fucked a fan (Yeah, yeah)
We had a one night stand
, I never even asked her her name (Never even asked for her name)
And it's even more fucked up, she got a man
That lame-ass nigga think she loyal, nigga don't know a thing
But she's a creeper (Woah)
I be fuckin' her like a dog,
Leavin' on my sneakers (Yeah)
Pullin' up, droppin' them drawers
Every time we link up (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' up your weave (Go), baby, get on your knees
I be fuckin' on her like it's "Fuck the police" (Woo, woo, woo)
I be doin' her bad, like "Fuck the police"
She let me hit twice, now when she see me, she don't speak
I got with her friend in a week
I be uppin' the price on everything,
She ain't cheap, cheap
Like, what you in need for?
She know that I won't need to find a new one, I might leave her
She can't call me a cheater
Fuck her with my chains on and in my sneakers (Oh yeah)
Tryna settle down, I took her out the bleachers (Oh yeah)
She be actin' evil, I jump the cannon like Knievel
Ease your mind and smoke this reefer
I take time off for the teachin'
How to get that money, keep from goin' unde
Fuck the moment us
Ain't the one controllin' us, baby, you ain't wrong or nothin'
She be actin' freaky, press that button and I'ma fold you us
Lock on her like some semen
Once I pound her, she can't run for nothin'
A couple days ago I fucked a fan (Yeah, mm, mm)
We had a one night stand,
I never even asked her her name (Never even asked for her name)
And it's even more fucked up, she got a man (Mm, mm)
That lame-ass nigga think she loyal, nigga don't know a thing
But she's a creeper (Woah, ooh, ooh)
I be fuckin' her like a dog, leavin' on my sneakers (Yeah)
Pullin' up, droppin' them drawers every time we link up
Fuckin' up your weave, baby, get on your knees (Ooh, ooh)
I be fuckin' on her like it's "Fuck the police" (Go)
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4CJbchKHZEboLnqQqPszoN | DaBaby | Head Off | I need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid
Get that money, how these niggas running with they head off?
Get to that money, can't settle for nothing
Need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid, I need
Can't take no days off, I get that money then I head off
Stackin' that shit, I won't never go under
I'ma get it forever, they know how I'm coming
Patek, Bentayga, brand-new chopper and they calling me
Turnt up in your region with my partners, they say come to me
He got that boy, you know how he hit at that
Quinine with a whole lot of tall essentials
Runnin' up, he been turnin' 'em up, and he ready for war
He do it with all of these niggas
Fuck these niggas, keep that pistol hidden, take his head off
I got the game from my momma, stay chasing them commas
I'ma get me a hundred then I'm heading out
Shorty thick with that ass, but I'm filling her mouth
Take the plate off that car off that window, come out
Talking shit, so a nigga aim straight for his mouth
I done went to Utah, and I'm straight from that Nawf
I went tatted a diamonds on top of my face
You just raisin' the break-up, that heart on a plate
Microwave or the stove do it either way
Put on my mask and I seize the place
Smokin' joc' back-to-back, I don't need to bake
Talkin' crazy, I said I don't need you bae
Need a hunnid on hunnid, I don't see that shit fake
Only scent leave a hunnid, I'm raising him red
Patek, two tones, bought a bracelet with pointers
Hit the jeweler, I told him the M on my chain
His name in vain, he coming from kickin' in doors and selling that cain
Right hand with the gelatin, everything changed
Quitted then upgraded straight to the stage
These niggas ain't equal, can't step in my lane
I'ma stack it forever then get out the game
Get that money, how these niggas running with they head off?
Get to that money, can't settle for nothing
Need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid, I need
Can't take no days off, I get that money then I head off
Stackin' that shit, I won't never go under
I'ma get it forever, they know how I'm coming
Takin' my time with this shit
Cut the trials and tribulations, came in, them fuck niggas thought it was it (let's go)
You know I'm as raw as it get, nigga
I'm talkin' 'bout all that lil' shit that these rap niggas cap about, rap about, quit nigga
Y'all the one make the people think Baby too gangster
It ain't that, these niggas just bitch niggas
Calm that shit down, it ain't never that serious
Movin' normal like I ain't a rich nigga (let's go)
I got bored and went yellow the Urus (like uh)
Pull that ho up, right now on a bitch nigga (yeah)
Used to wear Filas, two pair a year
Play with that pussy, no meow
Like, let it go bitch-ass nigga (uh-huh)
I got baby girl fucking with me now, listen to me, ha
I leave a ho, I don't need a her, it's fuck her
'Cause she gon' do that to me, he a sucker
Since a youngin, I got me some money
And yes, since a little one, I knew how to hustle
I see how you niggas work out everyday
Baby, show your strong ass, what you do with that muscle? (Keep going)
She fuckin' on me, got her a nigga
Guess I don't gotta tell you, ol' dude don't know nothing
It's something with that, I ain't feeling that
I came four hundred million from my daughters, still gotta give 'em that
I really don't fuck with the internet
How these lil' fuck niggas talkin'?
Like they can't die, put 'em in a coffin
Stand with my blicky, gotta keep it with me
Pretty boy bitching, say a nigga awesome, yeah
Get that money, how these niggas running with they head off?
Get to that money, can't settle for nothing
Need a hunnid on hunnid on hunnid, I need
Can't take no days off, I get that money then I head off
Stackin' that shit, I won't never go under
I'ma get it forever, they know how I'm coming
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0BN8fpOPq04txIG8VmxKOg | DaBaby | Neighborhood Superstar | (Leor, light it up)
She like Baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't folding under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down, and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit, I do too much, you can ask my mama, I be on everything (everything)
She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh, I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I looked in your eyes, but you looked at the floor
So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal? (What's goin' on?)
Yeah, nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin' on every car that pull beside me
Leavin' they project full of bodies, I turn that beat to plenty homies
Soon as he come out, then we got him, we gon' drop him, bitch
I'm full of pills, I'm sorry, mama
Them niggas slang that fire at my lil' partners
I can't squash it, it's a must, you know I gotta
I been with that shit, they know that
Got Ms, been bleedin' before that
Five K, nigga, check my coat tag
Slip once, leave the bitch with a toe tag
Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach
Trap house where they stash them plates at
Goyard where I tuck my Drac' at
Stick who? Nigga know I don't play that
Let's go
Stay out the way with them cameras
I just seen Baby pull up in the Phantom
Almost hit me, nigga hopped out with a thick bitch (yeah), must be from Atlanta
Fuck that, they ain't see I hopped out with that blammer
They ain't know I got in with the stick on me
They don't know that this bitch right here bulletproof (let's go)
I can't wait for a nigga to hit it (let's go)
I really be cool as a bitch, but get rude as a bitch if I get the wrong energy (yeah)
They know I'll put a ho out if I love her or not to protect my lil' energy
Maybe, shit, Baby too real for the industry
Or maybe they know that they never could get to me
Know that they know that they never could finish me
Let off my glizzy, I'm feelin' a symphony, yeah
I'm in a 'Burban and I got it on me
Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
Lurkin', we loaded all the way 'til the morning
Get a bad lil' bitch, so I could bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that corner
Waitin' for opps and duckin' cops
.30 on my hip and under papa house I got a hundred shots
Nigga spin on his block, on Dump, don't stop, I could bet his car get chopped
Let me hit from the back, say, "Top"
Come out, turn around, then let her get on top
Got millions, still invest in blocks, we get 'em, never through the mail
The spot be jumpin' like some Shocks, no Jigga, get it on for real
I ain't done, what it is? It get dumb for real
Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga know we do this shit for real
Try fight by night, his top get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four, I booked and flew the jet, on the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip her body, know I got it
Take her home and beat her body
I be diggin' all inside it
Suicidal, kamikaze
Pussy shit, I don't acknowledge
Jump out runnin' from them choppers
Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
I leave a stain, all you hear is, "Bang, bang"
Bitch, lay down, I run that gang
They know I'm the murder man
Don't come around, leave you frowned
Fuck around, it's gon' go down
Equip that shit, it ain't a sound
Left nine bodies in the town
Yeah, I left my bitch and got somethin' new, left her too, bitch, I'm a hound (rawr, rawr)
Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dog)
I really don't like that lil' nigga
Baby, ooh, he an icy lil' nigga (go)
I'm in this bitch with that stick, poppin' shit
I'ma pull that bitch out 'fore I fight me a nigga (boom, boom)
I'm on vacation and can't get my hands on a banger, I fuck around, knife me a nigga
I fuck around, poke me a nigga (uh)
I fuck around, choke me a nigga (uh, bitch)
I fuck 'round and take me a lil' nigga ho (yeah)
Put dick in her face, make her beatbox (go)
Ain't seen a thing hotter since he popped
Fuck that, four-five, got it on de-cock
On that bullshit you niggas think that you on (let's go)
Fuck around and get spanked for a song (get spanked)
Fuck around and get spinned for a diss (get spinned)
You gon' let that comment get you killed (yeah, bitch)
Every day, tryna stay out the way, still adjusting to fame in this industry shit (yeah, nigga)
Send a- shh, and I'll pay for the shit
I go in your shit, make you pay for that lip (keep going)
Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car
They like, "Boy, you can't pay for that zip" (keep going)
They like, "Nigga, we ain't charging you shit" (keep going)
Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (yeah)
Like, cold blooded killer in the car behind me with a bot
And it's stock on the side of his stick (boom, boom)
Always thinking 'bout a body, can't forget about the last two, he add another homi' on the list
On that day, they got two of them bitches
This one a semi, this one a switch
Doing my dance in here thuggin', yeah, he hating for free, the nigga's a bitch
I'm in here with Nina Simone, I made her top fast, gave her some tits
Pulling her hair, then she stutter, yeah
Fucking on her with no rubber, yeah (oh, yeah)
She like Baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't folding under pressure, so I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em, "They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with straps, run down, and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit, I do too much, you can ask my mama, I be on everything
She be like, "Baby, just chill", uh, I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I looked in your eyes, but you looked at the floor
So I'm tryna know what you know, what's the deal?
Yeah, nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin' on every car that pull beside me
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6r9xnueU24r4eoG3HXC87E | DaBaby | Bestie | Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (yeah)
Shakin' their ass and titties (go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (let's go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like
She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (let's go)
Wanna link with her bestie and turn up
Some of 'em got that ass and all of 'em pretty
Got that bag and all saditty
She told me, "Just hit me", I come to her city
I'm tryna go shoppin', I'm bringin' her with me
In my cup, pour that purple, she fuck with the Henny
Party, I'm spinnin' the bottle with bitches
Freaky, I'm fuckin' with all of these women
I'm tweakin', I'm givin' 'em all of them Xannies
She wanna take her a pic' on her iPhone
Can't get in it, I never once hit it
You know how these people be think
We can stay as just friends, they gon' say that we fuck around
At the loft, hit her up 'fore I lay it down
Uber Eat, I'm too high, gotta bring it down
We gon' smoke out the pound, gotta break it down
I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up
And I brought her a bitch, you won't come in here
Don't tell me no when I'm motherfuckin' talkin' to her
Fuck around, I get mad and I bat you up
Took a right from my ex, I'm a vet', had to snatch up
Had to look at the calendar
20 Ms and nigga, I think I ain't rich enough
Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more
I be buildin' my listin' up
Late night with the baddest bitches
They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I'm feelin' her
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (yeah)
Shakin' their ass and titties (go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (let's go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like
I like 'em nasty, bougie, ratchet (yeah, nasty)
Bitch better on top
I know she ain't fuckin'
I ain't even finna ask her (nah, nigga, fuck that)
Got me sittin' in the car
All this goddamn ice on, hittin' in the dark
Big pretty-ass whip, don't make no sense
Gotta have somebody hop out to put the bitch in park (hah, damn)
I can't lie, I be doin' too much
You caught me in the room, you a fuck
Keep it real, don't you lie to me, baby (keep it real)
But that's only if I'm in the mood
Shit, I feel a little extra today
I think one of 'em be borin' so I'ma need two
Bitches on me and that stick
Got both hoes lickin' on me and it's lit, goin' Baby like, yeah
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (bitch)
Shakin' their ass and titties (go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities (yeah)
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (go)
But you can't turn this bitch up without baby, I got 'em like (go, go, go)
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5KVeFmzPMSkzbC1jEQyo33 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | No Switch | Grr, bow, bow, bitch
These niggas hoes (ayy, chase him)
You already know how I get down, you heard me?
These bitch ass niggas
You know how it turn out every time (you already know, bitch)
You heard me? I'm out that north (that Northside)
You heard me? Make pistols spark, you heard me?
They be hard, you heard me?
They be like Yamahas, you heard me?
.45 Glocks and shit
All these niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder man
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (mm-hmm)
Don't do no missin' wit' these K's, and that's on Dave (mm-hmm)
Don't give a fuck about where you from
We leave you slumped, and that's on Dump
On bottom, the Draco got a drum
Come out the window, then we dump (bow, bow)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money, where you stay at?
I'm a child, that's how I play it
Watchin' 'toons while gettin' head
Backyardigans inside my bed
Then I switch to Bob the Builder
Take a bitch then body build her
They know I like bodies, I catch bodies with the slimest niggas
They know I be wildin', from my mama house, I shot a nigga
Fuck it, shoulda split his fitted
All these pussy niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, this choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder mane
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit
Shawty got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle
Don Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics
1942, or pour a four, I go to diddy boppin'
Makeup on my face, or either way, bitch, you don't want my problems
They know I'm gon' see about it
They know I don't give no fuck
They know they don't want to see Lul Tim jump from out that truck
They know Quando rollin' like them 60s, buck, he put you up
Know I'm a thug ass nigga out that north, and I'ma throw it up
And I'm in this bitch, I whacked that bitch but innocent
I buy my babymama anything, bitch, 'cause I'm really rich
I pull up on that silly shit, I'm laughin', but it turn out bad
Try to fight me, I'ma pop you daddy
4MATIC, you can catch me in that Maybach flashin'
This choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder mane
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit
Nigga, I'm way from the South, bitch
I'm from the bottom of the-
I'm from the bottom of the motherfuckin' United States
You heard me?
We ain't nothin' but some alligators, you heard me
Some rapper slayers, you already know, 4
You know it, whole lot of convicts and shit (haha)
Pussy ass nigga, they don't like me
Bitch, I don't like you neither
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3kMHz0lhKZ0lRXCbhDNLE7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Opposite | I thought that you was the opposite
You was the one I was rockin' with
I'm the one who would think we would never end
Get that money, with you I got shoppin' with
In the spot with me and my dawgs
With a lot of guns and people runnin' in and out
In a brand new whip and I know
That it's clear that I gave my all for
For the ones that ain't here
And I know that it's clear that's who I ball for
Mind ain't thinking too clear, eh
Headed to a bag on a leer, eh
Got me the baddest ones in here
They only wear LV and Birkin and Channel
Keep me a ski mask, party with a whale
Totin on sum that'll knock down a whale
Wearin' nother, fit these niggas can't get
Wear the same shit when I'm playing with the best
Play 'round shooting shit, same fit in jail
Diamonds they too big, get up out my ear
Same young man, steady totin that flag
Murder one that moving, all crabs get killed
I'm with a lot of money even though I want you here
But she acting crazy, she want her a baby
I really got one, chase that bag every month
From the night to the sun, I been counting up paper
New patek, bought it eight and I value two hun
Every car that I got, on the dash two hun
If you don't got a helicopter then
You ain't gonna stop me
Hit the gas, I bout to start runnin'
In a brand new whip and I know
That it's clear that I gave my all for
For the ones that ain't here
And I know that it's clear that's who I ball for
Mind ain't thinkin' too clear, eh
Headed to a bag on leer, eh
Got me the baddest one in here
They only wear LV and Birkin and Channel
Run that bag up it's just me and my partners
Hustle so hard, I go buy you some Prada
I get that drank from prescriptions with doctors
Sit in this bitch and I drink a whole lotta
I want you here for the feel on yo' body
Know that I'm down and you say that you got me
Don't come around me if you ain't got Roxy's
I ain't give her nothing, I can't choose what you poppin'
Fuck with you, I thought that you were the opposite
Stuck with you, we stuck together my pockets bent
Dollars, ain't have me no hundreds inside of it
Get in some shit, gotta shoot, Stoviacoivch
Ain't poppin' that shit unless I'm comin' in it
That drank in the bottle tryna come with a Remy
Forever we rockin' swear you on silly shit
Never thought you was the one who was so quick to switch
You were the one I was rockin' with
I'm the one who would never end
Get that money with you, I go shopping with
In the spot with me and my dawgs
With a lot of guns and people runnin' in and out
Waiting for yo' call steady gettin high, ain't comin' down
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4pp80avHxYfCJxNQ7go0mR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | SuperBowl | Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out
You should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah)
You choose, you- you- (ooh)
Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah)
'Round I go
Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl
('cause you super)
Sup- sup- super
That's exactly what I told 'er
Shawty been standin' on business like a soldier
Gotta fight through it all and she still ain't foldin'
They ain't gimme my credit, but she always knows
She can get it all back every time I'm out rollin'
So many niggas she coulda had, but I was chosen
My last did me dirty
Left me stuck with my 30
Fell in love with this fashion, spend a check in a hur-ry
They like when I'm hur-ting
They don't love me, no worries
They don't deserve me (nah nah)
Help me change, don't you curve me
Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out
You should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah)
You choose, you- you- (ooh)
Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah)
'Round I go (round I go)
Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl
('cause you super)
Super, super, super (super)
And you know I blow a check
Put up on ya' arm, new Patek
Solitary diamonds layin' 'round yo' neck
Flex, bae, ain't gon' do 'em like that
That girl think she that 'cause a new Corvette
Bet, we gon' get the Rolls on they ass
Layin' in the console, whole lotta cash (yeah)
Told me not to smoke in the Jag'
They don't wanna hear me on a song when I'm sad
(No) they don't wanna see me when I'm speakin' how you bad
They don't (no) wanna hear a nigga gettin' money with ya' dad
They don't even wanna probably see me out of jail
Missin' every moment, you'll trip while you here
Stuck 'round like she came back from the dead
Still love a nigga while another girl here
My last did me dirty
Left me stuck with my 30
Fell in love with this fashion, spend a check in a hur-ry
They like when I'm hur-ting
They don't love me, no worries
They don't deserve me
Help me change, don't you curve me
Yo' body, yo' smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring, 'fore my time go out
You should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me (yeah)
You choose, you- you- (ooh)
Don't decide on me, you can count on me (yeaah)
'Round I go
Havin' you make me feel like I won a Super Bowl (I won)
(Can we just get married?)
(Yeah)
(I don't like to be played with)
(Me either)
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36mU1SRz3SFAoiVuHhZ8yj | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Long Live | Time for demolition, up the gat penetrating
Trap wasn't vacant, broke in places for to get us a payment
He deal that boy, he living hard, she thinkin' that it's amazing
Like he ain't tired, she gotta grind if she wanna amaze him
If you know he ain't gon' die for you
What the fuck you think he gon' give his all for?
Put his whole life on the line and lose it all to you?
Like bitch I had it hard, you think I used to break in cars
Stand on the block just me and Vaughn
Wit' not one rod, servin' hard
Used to think coke or wit' the soda would turn my life over
Ran into a problem, hand on the chopper turned me to a soldier
Think 'bout my mama, feel I'm her best man but didn't get to notice
Hangin' out that window with my left hand, tryna roller coaster
Think I been tryna get put on my whole life for a nigga to take my whole life
Now I roll dice and I know, I gotta keep my soul tight
Chasin' hoes through the day, sleepin' with 'em through the night
Fuck around and get you zipped up, identified on that site
My nigga died from that boy, no, he ain't died from that pipe
Youngin' in Adidas he want rank so by the night he gone need stripes
Live by the gun, youngin' keep a heater ain't have it once it cost his life
Fucked up once bitch screamin' even hoe why I got you in my life
Wonder how Meechy feel 'bout Artist
Wonder how this bitch feel knowin' that I keep it too real and won't let me see my daughter
Wonder how that boy feel in this war field took half his whole army
Praying that I'm gone, heal knowing God here
Know you hear my soul alarming
I'm like uhh
Slip up, they gon' take my life
Keep my pistol real tight
They won't take me out tonight
I'm like uhh
But I've been tryna do it right
Fightin' with demons through the night
Behind this flag, he lose his life
Chasin' money, jail time, these niggas dying I had a hard year
Behind that flag, youngin' gotta die or make sure that he gon' kill
South vers' west, through it I will never lie
Ain't no welcome for that boy in here
It ain't no squashin', I'll never end it
I'm screamin' murder, nigga, long live
Put in situations kind of make me hate you, now I'm wrong here
Sent a text, see what you sayin', I read, it say, "I'm all alone here"
Up in jail, you said this, came home, now you never call here
Now she tell her mama, "He got new bitch, and he don't want her around him"
Dirty ass nigga attention's towards you, genuine as pain
Lord know he doing anything for you but you don't feel remorse behind a thing
But this ain't the life of regrets, who am I to sit and judge a thing?
Time to double back, I'ma let you talk behind my back while I watch the game
I'm like uhh
Slip up, they gon' take my life
Keep my pistol real tight
They won't take me out tonight
I'm like uhh
But I've been tryna do it right
Fightin' with demons through the night
Behind this flag, he lose his life
I'm like uhh
Slip up, they gon' take my life
Keep my pistol real tight
They won't take me out tonight
I'm like uhh
But I've been tryna do it right
Fightin' with demons through the night
Behind this flag, he lose his life
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4XEz27XgKEC4DJEfVo473y | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bring It On | (Any last words?)
♪
(D-Roc)
I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, catch 'em, let it go, nigga, fetch that
Bitch nigga, fuck nigga
Catch 'em, we gon' knock his ass
All these niggas hoes
And they know I be on they ass (uh)
Nigga say they want me, I be on it
I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, nigga know I let go that, buss his ass (let's go)
That's my gang bro, mama, he ain't make it home
Plenty killings in the fuckin' city
I'm out of action, I ain't been up in it
Said the whole town with that murder business
Said them young niggas wit' them 30s sittin'
Waitin', for to pull another killin'
Rap niggas catch this whole semi
Fuck 'round, leave his soul different
Don't bring me in no mentions
Got this .30 on me, nigga (yeah)
Find out where they home, they gon' all get it
I been tryna raise my children, ain't whack something in a lil' minute
These niggas, they know I'm wit' it
Know they don't want drag me in it
It's gon' be some bullets flyin' and mamas cryin' inside the city
They know this murder shit, I came in with and leave out with it
They know I'm bloody and got more bodies then they whole committee
Ever since a toddler, been a problem, they can't fuckin' get me
Lil' bro gon' pop out wit' it
Ring around the rosie
Pussy tryna dome me
Know the police on me
They know that they can't clone me
Shawty say she want me
Know that I got money
Say that they don't like me
'Cause I'm always stuntin' (yeah)
Know for a fact soon as he lack that I'm gon' stretch him
This ain't no Hellcat, nigga, this a catch-him
Let him talk that shit, they must don't want him
Draco gon' neglect him
Left him baptized right there on that corner
They know who the fuck blessed him
Tell 'em bring it on, let's get it (oh)
Mama, I got demons inside my body
All these niggas gon' get it, they knowin' how I'm rockin'
I tell 'em bring it on, let's get it (oh-oh, oh, oh)
Mama, I got demons inside my body
They know that I been chillin', they tryna bring me out it
Let's collect they body
On the phone with my brother, he lurkin'
We catch 'em, we do 'em dirty, we be leavin' 'em now
In the car while them niggas be swervin'
They pullin' on side, nobody left breathin' in there
On my knees, on side of the bed, I'm prayin' with beads
I know they receivin' 'em now
I'm like, "God, I'm tryin', so please
Them niggas be trippin', they steady be bringin' me there"
I don't give a fuck if kids in there
I just wanna see his braincells
Tryna knock his fuckin' brains out, brains out
He stunt for Insta', at your funeral, I just tell your mama invite 'em all
It's gon' be a fuckin' bang-out, bang-out
I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, catch 'em, let it go, nigga, fetch that
Bitch nigga, fuck nigga
Catch 'em, we gon' knock his ass
All these niggas hoes
And they know I be on they ass
Tell 'em bring it on, let's get it (oh-oh, oh)
Mama, I got demons inside my body
All these niggas gon' get it, they knowin' how I'm rockin'
I tell 'em bring it on, let's get it (oh-oh, oh, oh)
Mama, I got demons inside my body
They know that I been chill, and they tryna bring me out it
Let's collect they body
It's YoungBoy
Ayy, bitch ass nigga, say
If you ain't Quando, say
Don't bring no blue flag around me
If you ain't somebody that he love
Bitch ass nigga, don't call me cuz, you already know what it is
We gon' tie your pussy ass up
And that's off the flap, nigga
Tell these niggas bring it on, they some motherfuckin' cheerleaders
You heard me?
And I'm still ridin' wit' that 45, and it's still illegal
Tell them niggas get at me, slime
You heard me?
You already know how I'm rockin'
You already know how I get it poppin'
Bitch ass nigga, we dyin' behind this green flag
You heard me? You better keep your rocket
It's Northside, 38, 4KT, FreeDDawg
Who gon' die today?
I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, catch 'em, let it go, nigga, fetch that
Bitch nigga, fuck nigga
Catch 'em, we gon' knock his ass
All these niggas hoes
And they know I be on they ass
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1NMvJLrsL07aatHDegq4x8 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Smoke One | Smoke one for every time that they fold on me
Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin'
Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for
Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah
Know I got you if you hold it down
Forever with 'em, know that's my round
If they stands up, then it's goin' down
Know I'm chasin' money, I ain't sittin' 'round
Ridin' in the car, hundred-some 'rounds
Keepin' my guard, watchin' my thoughts
No music on, I don't hear a sound
Know my mother think really highly of me
Probably why your bitch wanna fuck me
Probably why your nigga wanna touch me
But you know it'll turn out ugly (Ooh)
Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach
This just me and my engineer, hope it don't go down, 'cause Lord know I don't want him 'round that
Face expression get you bust-up, better watch who you frown at
I ain't in the mood, they know I'm fucked up, say I'm good, but it turned bad
It turned spar, bust your head, send you to God
Eyes on just me and my bars, we playing chess, we dreamin' hard
We dreamin' large 'bout the money out there
Know it's a beef for me and beef for you, my nigga
He like, "They beef with you, then they beef with me, my nigga"
Then I had to tell him, "It don't get no realer, nigga"
He facin' over forty-somethin' years, that's my system, nigga
I'm with you, nigga
Smoke one for every time that they fold on me
Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin'
Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for
Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah
Bitch is shakin' for me, she must thinkin' that I want somethin'
Know she trippin' bad, it's for a fact, and, no, I'm not on nothin'
Sliding in that Maybach, know I'm plottin' on somethin'
Twenty million up, don't give a fuck, they like I'm on somethin'
Youngboy, you know I bust at somethin', blitz 'em, know I'm rushin' somethin'
Pull up with my top down in a Cutlass, it ain't even summer
Know these bullets hot as hell, it's gon' be a cold summer
I was 'posed to marry her, got me thinkin' that I'm wrong or somethin'
It's just me and Nick, nigga, New York like a Knick, nigga
These pussies know I zip niggas, still ain't made it out, but rich nigga
Tell these niggas "Hold up, watch me burn six figures"
Like, bro, you know you ain't fuckin' with me and my clique's sicker
Smoke one for every time that they fold on me
Fuck these niggas 'cause I know that they know nothin'
Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for
Fuck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga)
Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top)
Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone
Tryna make sure that I win, need plenty ways to make it
I really feel these niggas faking, they gotta kill me if they wanna take these
Niggas wanna take my placement, I'm too trill, you ain't too real
Real grave digger, I'm NBA, north side, 38 for real
Know from fake, nigga, niggas know I ain't playin' with all these fake niggas
Nigga know these dog hoes ain't got no safe, nigga, wanna eat your plate, nigga
It is what it is, fuck how you feel, see how he feel when this K hit him
Nigga claimin' that they hardbody, they break soon as that Drac' hit 'em
Yeah, stand on they block, we had that hard all night
Soon as I'm feelin' down, I stop and talk to God on sight
Like, "Why these bitches changin' on me like my heart ain't right?"
They know I'm real and niggas still wanna take my life
Gotta do it right and raise my sons, I'm like Youngboy on mine
Trust inside my flag and in my gang, rag and rod, I hold it tight
Gotta tuck 'em in, if I die tonight
Bitch, I'm up as long as you believe I'm right here on your side
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga)
Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top)
Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (On they top, nigga)
Roll one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Put 'em on they top)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (Send 'em on they top)
Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone
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08ypXHvXLsr4CqEin9TLdc | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 2Hoo | In this bitch, this lil' Top tho
360, I'm with it, she eat it, I lick it
Movin' fast, I'm on her ass
Okay, I get it
Grab her hair, she throw it back, I'm hittin' it, givin' her the business
Murder scene, I stick two up her body, know I had to kill it
I'm with it, ain't finished, let's get it, ooh
I grip her body, make sure I got it
Hold on, I ain't through
Can't figure what you do to me, know what I'ma do to you
Say she can't get enough of me, say, "I can't get enough too-hoo, hoo"
Now turn around, I beat it down, she say she wan' go some rounds
I ask "How many?" She say "Two-hoo, hoo"
I keep her 'round, I asked her can she bring some friends?
Smoke out the pound
She asked "How many?" I say, "Two"
Say she like it, ooh, ooh
Then I start to hittin' it bad
She get on top, she milly rock, I vision lots amounts of cash
Swim in her waist but it's okay
Tryna give a lots amounts of ass
Shoot on her face, I did that bad
She say, "Bad, bad"
Steady run away and I don't like it
I just wanna hit it up on my own way, so please don't fight it
How many? I say, "Two"
Want expedition with yo' friend and you
Hope you with it and not trippin' on me like you way too cool
360, I'm with it, she eat it, I lick it
Movin' fast, I'm on her ass
Okay, I get it
Grab her hair, she throw it back, I'm hittin' it, givin' her the business
Murder scene, I stick two up her body, know I had to kill it
I'm with it, ain't finished, let's get it, ooh
I grip her body, make sure I got it
Hold on, I ain't through
Can't figure what you do to me, know what I'ma do to you
Say she can't get enough of me, say, "I can't get enough too-hoo, hoo"
Now turn around, I beat it down, she say she wan' go some rounds
I ask "How many?" She say, "Two-hoo, hoo"
I keep her 'round, I asked her can she bring some friends?
Smoke out the pound
She asked "How many?" I say, "Two"
I'm thuggin' and she love it, never wit' the fussin'
I got two in here at once, I hope that they don't go to scufflin'
She wan' two, she don't want one
Don't got no rubber, I'm in trouble
But got four, not two, I'm clutchin'
She just waitin' on me to fuck her
Like Hugh Hefner, this a house of business
So don't bring no problems
Taking pictures, better not let me find out 'bout it
Give you my location, I'm gon drop 'em then I pop ya
You my lil' baby, that's your sister, hope you got it
I want two, I don't know about you
360, I'm with it, she eat it, I lick it
Movin' fast, I'm on her ass
Okay, I get it
Grab her hair, she throw it back, I'm hittin' it, givin' her the business
Murder scene, I stick two up her body, know I had to kill it
I'm with it, ain't finished, let's get it, ooh
I grip her body, make sure I got it
Hold on, I ain't through
Can't figure what you do to me, know what I'ma do to you
Say she can't get enough of me, say "I can't get enough too-hoo, hoo"
Can't get enough, I got two in here at once
I hope that they don't go to scufflin'
I say, ooh, ooh
Ain't got no rubber, I'm in trouble
But got four, not two, I'm clutchin'
She just waitin' on me to fuck her
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37k638ffi17FtMXdK36eus | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | DC Marvel | Beezo need cash only, you dig?
OG Parker
Had to tell her I'm a fan of her
Thug so hard that a nigga might damage her
Let her on the team, and you see she ran it up
Turnt up, bad, real flash, can't handle her
Do you love me?, "I do"
Started off slow, than you see, I sped it up
None of these niggas do not compare to us
Can't beat me, neither one ahead of us, yeah (Ah)
Cum on her face, know that I'm ready now that she been fed (Know that I'm ready)
I know that you bae, but know you'll never get none of my red (None of my drank)
Imma do me, I be turnt up til' tomorrow ('Til tomorrow)
Got a new whip like Spiderman, Batman, DC Marvel
I need drugs now, baby
I need a long vacation
I need ten girls, and ten Porsche's in my home now, baby
I need guitars for to sing and play when I'm down
I need X's, Sex's, Xans just for to calm down
I got guns up, know he hit, I run down (Boom, boom)
She gon' whine it up, and I see she twerk down
Nigga, you pussy, you can't find us
One flaw, that's it, your time is up
Fell down, shit, back now I'm climbin' up
Strapped up, these niggas ain't linin' us
Had to tell her I'm a fan of her
Thug so hard that a nigga might damage her
Let her on the team, and you see she ran it up
Turnt up, bad, real flash, can't handle her
Do you love me?, "I do"
Started off slow, than you see, I sped it up
None of these niggas do not compare to us
Can't be me, neither one ahead of us, yeah (Ah)
Cum on her face, know that I'm ready now that she been fed (Know that I'm ready)
I know that you bae, but know you'll never get none of my red (None of my drank)
Imma do me, I be turnt up til' tomorrow ('Til tomorrow)
Got a new whip like Spiderman, Batman, DC Marvel
We share marbles out the gutta
That's my blooda, my gang member
King of the Jungle, like I'm Simba
I turn pot, inside December
I'm more realer than all these niggas
She more white then all my women
We the richest fuckin' villains
Wear my face paint with my Niggas
Don't drink up, just for my teeth
Just link up, don't need no weed
Railing lil' shorty like Luigi
Hit her from the back, I'm just like "Wee"
Smokin' these cigarettes, I can't breathe
Tell me, where I buy new lungs?
Tell me, where I buy new hearts?
Baby, cus' all my love gone
Baby, why you callin' my phone?
When you know you got a nigga
Just wanna treat you like I'm gonna kill you
I'm a real rockstar nigga
Hate these rappers, so I pop stars
Pull out my blicky and drill 'em
Yeah, pull out my bat, and I set 'em
Pussy ass wack these lizards
Had to tell her I'm a fan of her
Thug so hard that a nigga might damage her
Let her on the team, and you see she ran it up
Turnt up, bad, real flash, can't handle her
Do you love me?, "I do"
Started off slow, than you see, I sped it up
None of these niggas do not compare to us
Can't beat me, neither one ahead of us, yeah (Ah)
Cum on her face, know that I'm ready now that she been fed (Know that I'm ready)
I know that you bae, but know you'll never get none of my red (None of my drank)
Imma do me, I be turnt up til' tomorrow ('Til tomorrow)
Got a new whip like Spiderman, Batman, DC Marvel
I need drugs now, baby
I need a long vacation
I need ten girls, and ten porsches in my home now, baby
I need guitars for to sing and play when I'm down
I need X's, Sex's, Xans just for to calm down (down)
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4RHNYPpGyMC4BPpbg9qizn | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | How You Been | (Leor, light it up)
(Oh, Hicks made this shit)
How you been, how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other
It ain't even been that long, it feel like sixteen years
Been with me since my sixteen years
Seem to can't shed a tear
Since you been gone it been goin' down
World know I'm known to kill
It's been so hard for to live life, and that's the real
I'm like lil' Dave, how you been doing?
I been still in the gutter
I'm like lil' Tug, what you been doing?
I been still in the struggle
Lil' Jordan, you know how I be doing
Tell my grandma that I love her
Big Dump, you know I miss you
Hope you watching over your lil' brother
How I been, holdin' on, I know, know
You ain't here I'm still breathing after all I should be gone
Thankful that I'm still living, you know I just want you 'round
How you been, how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other
Know how we got it, we come straight from the gutter
You know me still out here hustling
No, we'll never stop thuggin'
Still hold it down for our brothers, know all we got is each other
Plus Montana never hurtin' for nothin', wish you could see how we bubble
You gone to me, I never lost you so together we forever win
Slip one time we launching so we strapped up, talking ten to ten
Kill one then we killed one back to back, this shit won't ever end
Ridin' 'round, lil' Ben, I got his back so I forever ten
How you been, how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other
How you been, how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other
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5sv1RQN9D1YxBdKCXN1soZ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Expensive Taste | (D-Roc, D-Roc)
Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Main nigga wit' millions, straight from the bottom my nigga
Gravedigga' and you know that he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas
Big issues, he ain't trippin' 'cause his sack thicker
Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that nigga
Got to know I'm ready, she know I been waitin' plenty minutes
And she too bad for them jeans, can't do no skinny dippin'
Ain't never worried 'bout these niggas, I do the realest pimpin'
Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it
From off the porch, they'll never know how these diamonds glistening
Made it out, young nigga been on suicidal missions
I got on gang attire nigga, this be the best of linen
Ride in a Lincoln, when linkin', no I don't need your lendin'
She think she got one up on me
I blew a bag on my homie
I got a chance and I boned it
Think all these niggas are phony
Wake up and smoke in the mornin'
I rep that flag wit' my blood
These niggas know that I'm on it
I let off shots in the club
And these bitches wan' be my mommy
But you know you not my girl
Flood her finger with diamonds
No, I can't turn up your world
This a new gee-ski, better have your shit together when you see me
Nigga know I'm covered down in green
But for a fact, I'm bleedin'
Nigga knowin' that I'm strapped
You better clap soon as you see me
Won't buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason
Cocaine white like I'm sellin' drugs
That's a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why?
Cause he been wit' me way before I even knew who I was
Lil shorty wit' me and she got me, she don't care 'bout no buzz
1942 get her drunk, no, she don't leave wit' a buzz
The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug
What the fuck wrong wit' me?
Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million
Ain't no slippin', on my pimpin', got it on me know I'm grippin'
Every time I sent a blitz, they zipped 'em, rare they fail a mission
'Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come
Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb, I'm never done
Check how my pockets, got them mumps
Check how them draco's got them drums
Make a beat like a band, flood her wit' bands
Make her so hot, they gon' think she got a tan
Nigga know I'm known to bust my gun
For a fact I ain't never ran, this who I am
Better speak clear or I can't hear what you sayin'
Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga wit' millions, straight from the bottom my nigga
Gravedigga' and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas
Dirty cutter, crazy how a choppa clean up the block
Won fights inside the hood
Lost fights inside the block, it never stop
Come from the ground, I ain't use a crane, I rushed to top
Play wit' them glizzys like Shmurda, they know that lil' nigga hot
And I got ten cars, I ain't never showed the shit that I got
I could have ten broads
But ain't nothin' worth the bitch on my side
Could be the best one recordin'
But ain't nothin' worth Jason spot
I get in, then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat
He can be a robber, bet that nigga won't stick his hand in my pocket
Cut off his arm, bet he won't say that he took off on AI
I had it hard, I walked on feet, but now fly on a G5
Hope he don't think he could G me, I ain't goin for no G, five
And that my blood, he get it brackin', he got to war when we firin'
Yeah, that my 10 to then end, we gon' spin
Got Dior on my glasses, and got Nick behind the lens
Just me, my sister, my mama and girl, no I don't need no friends
But I don't got a gun, I got a knife for when they kickin' in
I'm sleepin' lightly through the night, just in case Casper in
I got them capsules in New York, and they got molly in it
Imagine every friend wit' the shit, just don't let holly in
Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Finna buy a flight and get away after I pop me a nigga
I take a flight and get away 'cause I can't tolerate niggas
Gotta get mine, straight out the gate
Hustlin' for more than eight figures
Fuck that money, got a black card, my Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my niggas
He this and that, but tell me how the fuck do they figure
He worried 'bout any one these niggas or these bitches (How, how)
Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga wit' millions, straight from the bottom my nigga
Gravedigga' and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas
(It's Slimeto, Lil Top, AI
YoungBoy, nigga, Kentrell)
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0gmkgp4Mtdq9x2bfFJwOZL | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Cage Feeling | (Ayo bans, what you cookin'?)
Yeah
I wonder if lil' Tug and Jordan can hear me
I ain't got much to give
Barely seen love, seem like the fake be the first thing appear
I ain't never takin' back what I said, not even once I'm killed
I don't wanna do it, now they say they wrong
And I'm who kept it real
I just wanna turn this shit around, now that I see it clear
They took the soul from Boozilla
Killed lil' Dave when I was little
Since the time I ain't found forgiveness
That shit turned me into a killer
Came from sellin' drugs with my nigga
Went and found a thousand ways to get it
They done found a thousand ways to down me
I don't give a fuck cause now I don't feel 'em
I ain't have a thing when I was a lil' one
Whatever my children want they gettin' it
I done lost my patience in that prison
I done lost my cadence, cases pendin'
I can see the fakeness, faces grinnin'
Could see that they don't want me in it
If I can't trust her, I can't love her
I done walked away from plenty
See me go, as I fly away from these niggas
They just want to keep up in my business, I say fuck 'em
They don't need me, no
I'm wastin' time on these bitches
I'm wastin' time, soon as I trust 'em, I'm in trouble
This a deserved Bentley
This that new hustle hard edition, I say swerve in it
Come up from hustle, heart of trenches, blew out curbs in it
They feel like I done lost my mind and I feel tempted
I feel like they want to keep me down and I'm still winnin'
And I'm still in it, leavin' richer than I came in
With two new hoes, for every one bitch got my name bent
Smile through it all, they still ain't askin' where my pain went
Or even if it left, it never did, I ain't gotta frame shit
After all, it's still the same shit
After all, I still ain't gain shit
Now you blamin' me and I caught you first
I ain't wit' all this lil' game shit
Been with you, I ain't seein' the same bitches
Say it ain't true, you engaged in it
Had a broken heart and I played in it
And now I got this cage feelin'
I say see me go, as I fly away from these niggas
They just want to keep up in my business, I say fuck 'em
They don't need me, no
I'm wastin' time on these bitches
I'm wastin' time, soon as I trust 'em, I'm in trouble
I'm in trouble, nigga, I can't
I can't, I can't trust neither one of them, none of 'em, and I know this
They got, they got me with a cage feelin' or some shit, all this shit
But you know, you know I'm holdin' up
I'm holdin' up longer than a, longer than a bridge, nigga
That's who I'm is
Longer than a bridge, believe that
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5Ul8DCsqFvt5wNULpgj5aW | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dis & That | (Mommy, India got the beats)
(Leor, light it up)
Let me tell you, what? (Thanks Yakree)
Fuck
They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute, and I'm bootin' up
They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas, and I'm tooled up
These niggas got me fucked up
"YoungBoy, they got you fucked up?"
These niggas never touched us
Bitch, you know I'll get you busted up
They like, "This that, this that", please get off my dick now
You know that I don't give no fuck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone
I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", It's lil' YoungBoy, and I'm rich now
All those gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town
Say, Lil' daddy, calm down, 'fore I whoop you like my son, bitch
Ridin' 'round on that dumb shit, hundred round drums in these sticks
I'm tooted up, I'm booted up, I'm out my body in this bitch
Stuntin' for that ho, you'll make a nigga leave yo' body in front that bitch
Clean I'm Fendi down, nothing but gang pendants 'round
Soon as I touch the city, they know it's murder in town
Yeah, I don't fuck around, bitch, I say, "Bump it down"
Draw down with them dirty sticks and go to dumpin' 'round this bitch
I cannot stop buckin', bitch, I'm chewed up, drugs inside my body
I'm leanin' hard off that R, they a think I'm on the Roxy
They know lil' brotha ready for to spin, call 'em kamikaze (spin)
Suicidal slime, if you don't stop 'em, know that he gon' pop ya
Quando 'bout that jump out gang (yeah)
Make these niggas hold up
Nothin' but green flags around this bitch
These pussy niggas froze up (gang)
They only zipped one of us up
Left five his brothers with they toes up
Pussy nigga with all that rapping, and he know what up
Play with me, it's going down, nigga
My mama say, "It's thug life in that Nawf"
That's where I'm found, nigga
My young nigga caught up in that drug life, he distributin' them pounds, nigga
Hold on, bow, yeah, let me do my dance for all these hoes
Hold on, bow, nigga, money fannin', then I touch my toes
They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute, and I'm bootin' up
They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas, and I'm tooled up
These niggas got me fucked up
"YoungBoy, they got you fucked up?"
These niggas never touched us
Bitch, you know I'll get you busted up
They like, "This that, this that", please get off my dick now
You know that I don't give no fuck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone
I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", It's lil' YoungBoy, and I'm rich now
All those gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town
Man, tell that YouTuber or streamer whatever he is
"Stop playing wit' me, bitch"
You niggas ain't layin' like that, know them gunners layin' wit' me, bitch
I ain't got no Instagram, no social media, I wasn't talkin' to your bitch
Old ugly ass bitch, you disgusting, man, y'all niggas make me sick
Oh, now I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm on five sticks, yeah
Leanin' bad, it's lose or win, I'm divin' in yo' shit, yeah
This that slime shit, play dumb, lose yo' mind quick
Them who all them rappers hate
Nigga, know that's my clique (that's murder gang)
They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute, and I'm bootin' up
They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas, and I'm tooled up
These niggas got me fucked up
"YoungBoy, they got you fucked up?"
These niggas never touched us
Bitch, you know I'll get you busted up
They like, "This that, this that", please get off my dick now
You know that I don't give no fuck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone
I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", It's lil' YoungBoy, and I'm rich now
All those gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town
Chippewa 38, Plank Road
We gon' leave 'em stretched, if you ain't know
Pussy nigga know how we get down
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7b0Ffy0LDQdidrBq3XtOEU | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Gangsta (feat. Quando Rondo) | Ohh, oh, ohh, hey, oh
(Mario)
Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what Heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss
I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma I'm forever fine
He gon' pay that fine, if he violate this flag (ooh)
Change on my brother and my sisters, I could never do
Sex, money, murder plus Lil Dee ho fine like Damu (damu)
Them niggas hoes, they only say shit 'bout what I do
Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss
I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma, I'm forever fine
Know I keep that iron, I remember when Lil Dave died
I done seen Montana cryin' when Dump had left I play it safe now
She fuck with the opps, she can not be my bae now
Got 'em mad they want they beam on top the diamond on my face, huh
Everybody I speak about, they know I ain't lyin'
I ain't never capped out
Get my brother to slang that iron
These niggas be dyin', they say I flashed out
I'm too ahead of my time, I'm overdue, that's what the hate be 'bout
I ain't scared, know that I could die, you could get it too
Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss
I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma, I'm forever fine
I'm steady screamin' gang, baby, granny gran' baby righteous
Three hundred bands later, I still ain't drop and y'all united
They say Lil Tim the biggest opp
Stepped on that boy, don't do no fightin'
Yellow tape, Glocks, macs and carbons
Fuck the industry, don't like us
Two hundred grand out for your pockets
Like fuck that let me buy the body
They know we really 'bout it, 'bout it
Straight Master P, no Playboi Carti
They say that I'm the walkin' dead (skrrt)
So I'm on point inside this Rari
Got to make sure one inside the head
Before I walk inside this party
I guess that it could get wicked
Extensions stuffed in my glizzy
I think I'm over-committed
Disloyal, that's all these niggas
Can't trust 'em, that's all these bitches
They will change with the quickness
Forget about you in prison
Guess it's safe to say keep your distance
Hold on, wait, need a minute, I go, I'm goin' like Nipsey
Screamin' out that I'm crippin', the realest niggas gon' feel me
Drug dealers and killers, we standin' on nation business
Over a couple million, I put it back in the trenches
Never, I won't surrender and always I'm gon' remember
30 clip it get empty, I take it from out my denim
Thirty Crips bangin' 60s, they wit' me ain't got no temper
Situations get sticky, I'm standin' up wit' my pistol
My bitch actin' like she don't need me
I'm leavin', don't even trip on it
I'm leanin', blind in my Benzo, another reason to get gon'
While rockin' a Yeezy, Adidas, I pray to Jesus I get home
I'm just tryna make a hundred G's off this flip phone
Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss
I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma, I'm forever fine
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1cGu5a4DcOcmg4NbiqwYwH | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Know Like I Know | Fah, shoot at a nigga in the face behind NBA
Believe that (bah, bah, bah)
You already know that be my song (steppin' in place, nigga)
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Shoutout to KP for that beat
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say, she say "Big 4L"?
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass
Bboy dripping that
Ayy, I bet your momma be destroyed, nigga
When we send your stupid ass to God
For makin' statements, choosing' sides
About my beef with them lil' boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, nigga
Better stay up in your place, bitch
Fuck around and get your face split any day, nigga
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the devil until you seen me
Yeah, I get 'em hit, we gon' kill a bitch
Inside of Neiman's for any reason
I don't give a fuck 'bout how you treat your body
Give a fuck about your cleaning
I don't give a fuck about no bitch
You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
They know I step on shit, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune
But how we knock 'em down like dominos
YoungBoyLuciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go
I want his soul, he gon' get it (get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin')
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row
Nigga better ask Blasian about me
How we catch 'em bad and take his shit
Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the bitch
Nigga better not play with this
And my momma know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' shit
Hope yo' niggas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Old pussy ass nigga, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said shit
You ain't gettin' no pass, nigga
You gon' rep the same block as that bitch
That's gon' be your ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch
Nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years
I ain't known to shed a tear, these niggas dyin'
I be the slime, these niggas could click up all they want
Bitch crossed that line
He posted cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-ass niggas together ain't got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it's my time, while in the house, reside
These niggas feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin'
But know that be my style, scary ass ain't realer than my child
Lose or win, bitch, I'm gon' dive if no gun at my side
I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they propopsin'
I bet I'll make it stop
I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row
All these niggas tryna be the biggest rapper
While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor
I know a nigga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master
How to play with and you know I play for keeps, know I'll clap you
I don't give a fuck, my nigga
Just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, nigga
Nigga, that ain't blood
You ain't ready to see some brains around the club
Them niggas scared, know they can't fuck with us
But that's the sides you run with
Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb shit
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
"Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split"
Huh, these niggas hoes, these niggas know I know
You hear me, I don't, I don't think these niggas wanna do it, slime
I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you
You don't wanna do it, slime
You heard me, these niggas know how I get down
And fuck all these niggas
The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them bitches
Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Nawfside 38
We put guns to the face, bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today
Free DDawg, hah
I don't like none of these niggas, I don't like none of 'em
I don't like, I don't like nobody
Bitch ass nigga, what you gon' do?
You could fuck all of my baby mommas, I don't like them hoes neither
Fuck 'em, nigga, fuck 'em
I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row
Your momma cryin' on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active
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2Sc8Vpb2cK0NYHaIkjBR5p | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bring The Hook | Any last words?
It's a murder business
Yeah (D-Roc)
This gun was bought just for to kill -
What you on, Four? You already know how we get down
We be them mother- gravediggers
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave
We leave him slayed -
It ain't a open casket, we left his mother- brain missin'
Hold on, diamond chains, we leave a stain
Shawty just wan' give me brain
Slidin' in that fast thing, - know I blew the brains
Shawty tryna sell me things, know I want the whole thing
Know my brother sell that boy, if not - it's pure -
Know wе distributors
Them hollows, you can smell it through the city, wе pollutin'
Don't aim it, you just shoot it
Like Chief Sosa say, "Better get your ass up outta here, Juwanna Mann"
Text him through the night and through the day
That be my - man
Bro'nem swing that, left out stains
He in Miami and he hidin' from this murder gang
The feds know my name, they tryna lock me up in chains
The homicide detectives say Kentrell to - blame
We leave out teddy bears right there where he bleed at
She sent the text, ain't read that
I been in here with Jaz, count that bag, - believe that
That Jag' matte black, bet soon as you see it, better run from that
We aimin' with them straps to leave you clapped right where we see you at
Hold on, swing that cutta, hold on, know it got a kick back
Youngin' weighed a hunnid pounds, know he can't control that
Run up on me, it's gon' go down, you know that I'ma blow that
Utah with a lot of pounds, with me where your - at
- It, bring the hook
Kill that -, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked
I see souls, I'm with my kids
Get them - bodies outta here
I got locked inside the penn', but now I'm out
- This the DaDa year
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he see that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene
Lil Dee, that's my cousin, man
Know that he don't give no -, he aimin' for the head, man
- This that Squid Game, O'Block pack get rolled up
Murder what they told us, Atlanta boy get fold up
- Get your - up, these - throwin' up green flags
Throwin' that NBA up, for me, set you up to bust your -
And know I keep that murder bag
Right on him, leave a toe tag
Inside the freezer, where them people put 'em 'fore they stitch -
No glitchin', better not freeze up before a - blitz his -
Brra-baow-baow, flip his - (haha)
Northside, - know that's my side
Utah, come here -, get hogtied, another died
Oh Lord, man this - crazy, he do not respect them boys
He don't give a -, he check up off the list, they squad
He pray to the Devil, then that - pray to God
Say he got on face paint and his - paid for it
Say my name, get slayed for it
I ain't playin' with your -
You know I'm comin' anywhere
Like, Why - you say that -?
You know I'm dyin' anywhere, I bet they say I blew my pistol
I bet they say I took one with me
Lil AI TOP, I'm too official
You should not play with gravediggers
You know them pallbearers ship 'em
You know I pull off plenty killings
You know that we keep plenty pistols
- It, bring the hook
Kill that -, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked
I see souls, I'm with my kids
Get them - bodies outta here
I got locked inside the penn', but now I'm out
- This the DaDa year
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he see that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene
Lil Dee, that's my cousin, man
Know that he don't give no -, he aimin' for the head, man
Mortician coat on, I'm doing surgeries on his body
It been so long, they been sayin' they gon' pop my noggin
Run up on me then I cock it
In front the crowd then I pop it
Know I want smoke with anybody, no the label cannot stop it
Northside with a sawed-off shotty
- You don't want these problems
Must don't want your - life
You steady talking like you 'bout it
I'm with these demons day and night
And you know that be my closest partner
Don't trust YoungBoy 'cause he ain't right
You joke and he gon' kill you 'bout it
Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sighted
- Stop that - talkin', split that boy while on a bike
Or catch him while he - walkin'
Live this - that's why I talk it
I'm fly, you know that I'ma hawk 'em
Make them people outline chalk 'em
- It, bring the hook
Kill that -, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked
I see souls, I'm with my kids
Get them - bodies outta here
I got locked inside the penn', but now I'm out
- This the DaDa year
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he see that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene
Lil Dee, that's my cousin, man
Know that he don't give no -, he aimin' for the head, man
You already know though
You already know -
Lil Dee, that be my -
That - skully -, that - skully
I'm high as a -
He gon' pop your noggin
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3mEV5HCSzchjEG5NwLC0IR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fish Scale | Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)
I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah-yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scale
Let's go, who the fuck said that they want it with me?
I'm in Atlanta, a hundred some sticks on a nigga, they know not to run up on me
Spotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga to show him I'm only lettin' him breathe
Shot at him, I swung that stick at that nigga
The bullets, they stronger than Hercules
She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain
He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' games
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins (yeah)
Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)
I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah-yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scale
She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
I got Percs and celie, that drank gon' kill my kidneys
I got plenty hittas, know them niggas will not get me
We got scopes on top of them poles to make sure they split him
Bro got blocks all on the road, them shrooms came with that shipment
I got badass ratchet hoes, they got booty lifting
She got her a BBL, I'm out on the street with a TEC that kill
These diamonds, they glist', you see I'm is
I'm the originator, keep a Drac' like a sportsinator
Count up plenty paper, know that glizzy be fornicatin'
Put a clock on the top of hater
Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain
He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' games
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins (yeah)
Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)
I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah-yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard and bought that straight from off the scale
She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions, they protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
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7wy5HXSJXiXBfBRwZtF2uN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Emo Rockstar | (12 Hunna on the beat)
(DY definitely Krazy)
Can you turn my headphones up a lil' bit?
Thank you
I say, mama, I'm a rockstar
And I don't care what these people think of me
I say that they should just leave me 'lone
None of their opinions, it don't get to me
Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hunnids, I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free so tell 'em, "Please take these links off" (let's go)
My heart shackled down, kill me if they can, take my head off
Mama, I got millions, I gon' buy a big house
Lord, forgive if it's civilians, when I let that stick off
They just waitin' on the kid fall, they done got me pissed off
I come from the gutter, fuck where I was, where I'm not though
It can't be another, there's only one and only Top, so
Please don't judge me because I'm me
Him with facial paint, that's who they wanna fuckin' see
Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hunnids, I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free so tell 'em, "Please take these links off" (let's go)
I say, mama, I'm a rockstar
And I don't care what they think about me
Let me tell it then they should just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't think that they want these issues with me (they don't want these issues)
Yeah, I'm in this bitch, who got a issue with me? (who got a issue?)
I got these bitches and some hittas with me
I got some Bloods and niggas crippin' with me
I'm livin' large with all these millions with me (ain't lyin', ain't lyin')
Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hunnids, I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free so tell 'em, "Please take these links off" (let's go)
I don't give no fuck 'bout what they think 'bout
This money can fill up a grotto
I got all them models in so many cars, they all can't fit at my house
No, no-no-no-no-no-no-no
They tryna find my flow, north side where you gotta go
Hey, come ride with me (hey, come ride with me)
Ooh-ooh, mm-mm, ah-ah
Top hidin' like, "The Feds after me," oh
They wanna see me, but I'm just here like, "Bye, bye"
And they know AI a shotta, they know we kill 'em right now
Know my brothers knock a block down
If I'm not in New York, you know Utah where I'm gon' be found
Hopin' that my grandma and my bro guiding me 'round
They judgin' me, I don't need be around
Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hunnids, I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free so tell 'em, "Please take these links off" (let's go)
I say, mama, I'm a rockstar
And I don't care what they think about me
Let me tell it then they should just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't think that they want these issues with me
(They don't want these issues)
I'm in this bitch, who got a issue with me? (Who got a issue?)
I got these bitches, and some hittas with me
I got some Bloods and niggas Crippin' with me
I'm leaving out with all these millions with me
I'm a rockstar
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7gr8FKqezwQslxZ0uYG7X0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Emo Love | Stole my heart, don't know where you run or you from
You left me alone with fire in my lungs
You just left me to burn, baby
I don't know where to start searchin' to find you
I don't know a place the devil'd hide you
I don't know where should I turn
Don't know why you want to burn me down
Beggin' you to save me, don't flame me
I need water now
Tears down my face, broken from heartbreak
Covered in face paint for to hide my shame
Need you to heal my pain, no one who I could blame
Just sittin' burnin', down from your flame
Told her stories 'bout my grandmother
And I seen her under eyein' about somethin'
Told her how I gotta stop thuggin'
I was gave a precious life, don't want it to turn out ugly
I ain't know this person
Stole my heart, don't know where you run or you from
You left me alone with fire in my lungs
You just left me to burn, baby
I don't know where to start searchin' to find you
I don't know a place the devil'd hide you
I don't know where should I turn
Don't know why you want to burn me down
Beggin' you to save me, don't flame me
I need water now
Tears down my face, broken from heartbreak
Covered in face paint for to hide my shame
Need you to heal my pain, no one who I could blame
Just sittin', burnin' down from your flame
♪
Stole my heart, don't know where you run or you from
You left me alone with fire in my lungs
You just left me to burn, baby
I don't know where to start searchin' to find you
I don't know a place the devil'd hide you
I don't know where should I turn
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2fyubdslpv8C7L7AqHFGGH | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Snow Bunny | Snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
Yeah, oh, woah, yeah, snow bunny, yeah
It's just me, Jason engineering
That's my closest friend, know you notice him
I do not mean to be rude, I feel I don't amount to you, yeah
So, don't try again, no
I was laid in my bed, guards come and bring the mail
I'm passing the time by reading
She way from Florida, but mailing pictures out to me
I was thankful in that time of need
No more than two weeks later sent the same photos again
I hit up Montana like hit up this number
She acting like she want some dealings with me
What's the knowledge? Let's see what it really could be
In the back of the picture, she showing her seat, it say "Double R"
I ain't call her myself I ain't knowing her timing
And I ain't want her for to start recording
Hope she wasn't on nothin'
I told him to tell her to write me three times and I'll respond
She did it and after she wrote me a fourth 'cause my album had dropped
She was proud of the boy
She the same color as my Rolls Royce, Caucasian
Got the cuban links sittin' around her neck in the Wraith, no dime
Get her own money, she manoeuvre through her town
Ain't no cappin, don't know where she trapping
I counted them backwards
I want her, she gotta be found
She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
Never sent her a letter, was focused on gettin' out of jail and leaving the town
I lost her and now I can't find her
I'm telling my bro use the 'Gram, she gotta be found
Locked down, confined at the house right now
I can't leave, but want her to come
Watching TV, I'm chilling while talking to Jason
He done showed me another, told Tyler "Get the number"
Losing my time and we touching December
Now up in November, I think it's a symbol
Look out my window, see snow on the mountain
Now I feel that it's me and I just got to get her
Snow bunny, she won't leave when she hit this town
Hoping she stick wit' me and don't ever have to joce me again when time come 'round
Snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
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3gLBjBmy657zU1OnxEd9eF | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Foolish Figure | I need you to hold on, Kentrell
You gotta carry on and don't fail
They know that I get it on by myself
How it feel? They know that I don't care
If you gotta go to school, my nigga
I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
Love 'em all, you know that I ain't chose a nigga
They tell me I'm a star, I'm just a foolish figure
It seem like I'm strong, but I'm really broke down
I'm happy that I'm winnin' but ain't proud of myself
Lookin' for this bitch to love me but ain't lovin' herself
Got these niggas and the police trackin' me on my trail
I know her momma know I love her
Once told Melissa, "I don't party, I might die out there"
Just got a family, I ain't curve her
She know just hit me if you need me, I ain't never left
4L laid down on my neck, on the phone with VL Deck
And I ain't got no respect
If I was his brother, he would never talk to me like that
Know I'm gon' die for this flag, my momma know it's a shame
They don't love me, I'm stuck with pain
I need you to hold on, Kentrell
You gotta carry on and don't fail
They know that I get it on by myself
How it feel? They know that I don't care
If you gotta go to school, my nigga
I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
Love 'em all, you know that I ain't chose a nigga
They tell me I'm a star, I'm just a foolish figure
I feel the blogs got her, so she go upgrade her body
When you natural instead of fake, they cannot say nothin' 'bout it
Inside of Mississippi River, where we threw them choppers
We kill one with that same pistol, used to be my partner
Can't even tell you 'bout it
Can't see a shinin' star, they know my windows tinted
They know I'm grindin' hard, gon' do anything to get it
I ain't see my daughters, no, two of 'em, I'm talkin' in months
Then they gon' tell them people, lyin', like I ain't tryna do nothin'
I gave them both one million a piece, they still keep my children for me
I'm like, "Princess, go have your fun, I won't trip, do what you please"
I feel the devil on my sleeve, my makeup can't hide this disease
I don't fuck with you, you don't fuck with me, bitch please
I need you to hold on, Kentrell
You gotta carry on and don't fail
They know that I get it on by myself
How it feel? They know that I don't care
If you gotta go to school, my nigga
I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
Love 'em all, you know that I ain't chose a nigga
They tell me I'm a star, I'm just a foolish figure
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2shwIP43hBWeibhPcGBgAM | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Got This | You recording?
Alright, keep it, keep it all that in there
I'm on a different level right now, I know they hear it in my voice, nigga
(You know he Dope Trademark)
(D-Roc)
I don't know what I did to you
I just wanna see you happy, I hope you wanna see me too (yeah)
Why these people talking down on a nigga like I ain't the one improved?
I don't like this industry, they choose me as the biggest fool
I don't pick and choose, I gotta kill him if he break the rules
What we been through, I cannot change, I thank God I grew
Loving the lights in the city
They make me feel bigger, they make me feel better
I been risking my life for to get it, I remain the hottest in the coldest weather
As long as that we got each other, I don't give a fuck if all this leaves
Since a child, kept me emotions on my sleeve
They don't wanna see me live, I gotta breath
'Til the day that I get killed, I'm gon' achieve
Forever showing my kids a better me
Fuck with these hoes, but you the one I want, I need
Forever be my wife, they forever try to win me
But they forever lose 'cause I could never ever leave
I'm forever thanking Jason for being my friend in need
On top of the water like the Statue of Liberty
This ain't the state of favor, ain't the state of equal or the state of peace
Screaming, "Blood", hold my flag up when I leave
Know I stood on business, probably chill, but I ain't never let them play with me
She know (She know)
And I know (I know)
I ain't never ever let them take my soul (Never)
I been going with the flow like any way it go (Any way)
And I know that I can leave any day (Yeah)
I'll be gone on my way (Yeah)
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on
You ain't gotta live this way, I stacked some money, now you on
Know I keep that chrome, brother call my phone, uh
I tell him leave it l'on even though I want him gone, uh
But that's how I'm feeling at the moment and I hate feeling like I'm wrong
I don't want it getting the best of me, I don't like to even raise my tone
But I be singing on these beats like it's all I got
I be getting into it with my Jaz, hope she don't call me out
My daddy be getting into it with Tracy, but he going all out
'Cause I know for a fact he love her and he won't never walk out
Herm caught his girl cheating and took her back, motivation to me
I be keeping God inside my head while the devil holding my feet
Like, bitch, you cheat on me, you will never get forgiveness from me
'Cause I be knowing that I'm wrong and you know you who I need
Grandmother had it done as a child, but I say I need to be baptized again
For to wash away these sins
I don't wanna live this way, I don't never wanna ever have to murder again
But this the way that life is, this the life that I live
I'll be thuggin' forever
Forever thinking I'm smart, but knowing that I ain't too clever
Forever holdin' my heart 'cause I'm caught up with the devil
But know that I'm Jesus' brother and tribulations won't settle
She know (She know)
And I know (I know)
I ain't never ever let them take my soul (I ain't never)
I been going with the flow like any way it go
And I know that I can leave any day (I can leave)
I'll be gone on my way (On my way)
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on
You ain't gotta live this way, I stacked some money, now you on
Like, how you wanna do it? I don't want my brothers to do it
So I go load up in that car, you know I'm ready to do it to 'em
I'm too influenced
Sad I show to the kids who in tune to it
I hear that sound of that Glock and I start making music to it
They don't love me, no, my daddy had to leave and do time
But I know for a fact Montana holding on to his child
I turned that man to a millionaire, but damn, I still can't never repay him for his time
Remember times he would cry
I done slept up on his couch
Just wanna see him and my mama smile
My sister get anything she want, I say it been a while
We done came a long way from Tara High
They done seen me wear the same clothes, I'm like, "Look at me now"
Know Ben wanna grow, he wanna stop just 'cause his child
If you don't never reach the height, know Tru and BB that I got
I thank God for this growth, I come from nothin', they can have what I got
I ain't trippin' now as long as I can take care of mines and ours
She know (She know)
And I know (I know)
I ain't never ever let them take my soul (I ain't never)
I been going with the flow like any way it go
And I know that I can leave any day (yeah)
I'll be gone on my way
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on (oh)
You ain't gotta live this way, I stacked some money, now you on (oh)
Uh
You ain't gotta live this way
I done stacked too much money, man
You'll disappoint me if you get off into some shit like this
I don't want— I don't wanna live this way no more, you know?
Like, I got people, like, who just carry on with this shit because I, I got us into it
It ain't cool at all
You know, and you hearing this, you hearing this from me, personal, myself, you know?
But I say, you know, God got us through anything
So you stay prayed up, you know?
And anywhere I'm at, should just, you know, believe that I'm prayed up
That I been prayed up
Since the day my mama taught me how to pray
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5kpadKYT1SMIDZPjAv3NQo | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 100 Rounds | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Don't you got a mouth, huh
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
Size me up (size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (so we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (diamonds up), and we piped it up (and we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as fuck (we high as fuck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we'll light it up (light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we fuck it up (we fuck it up)
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a 100 rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
250 on the ease, lil' nigga (on the ease, lil' nigga)
250 on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (my doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (for that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (been a fish), a shark in that field (shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (uptown), where it's kill or be killed (kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (known to kill), just a big money spender (big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (the hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (real deal)
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
70 for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over 50 years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my fuckin' year
13 whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with buku felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on West Town
200 for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Crystal for my OG, that's kindness
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
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74I4CblxfLJp3fjDpZUI3x | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | We Ride | Hands up
Cash Money, motherfucker (Drum Dummie, yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them birds in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them M's in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt
They know them people in Durangos
Pulled a lеft, start to stop a nigga game flow
Yeah, wе got them choppa with them same clothes
Pussy nigga poppin' up with the same flow
We got the choppa in the Range Rover
Four deep in a Lamb' and a Range Rover
Yeah, we in a Benz wit' hundred stacks
They know that we coming back (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
We doing the flipping stacks
Yeah, I got the Bentley with a mil' in it
Full dope, four doors and a mil' in it
Yeah, we got some beef with some pussy niggas
We know how we get it wit' em (Pussy nigga)
We know how we gon' deal wit' 'em
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them birds in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them M's in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Even if I got to slang iron
Youngin' right here that's on side of me
16, bangin' at the same time
My nerves bad, went in my pack to ease my mind
Niggas hatin' but ain't gettin' close to me
I'ma fuck these hoes while I steady keep my wrist on shine
Hundred for that Redeye Charger
'Nother hundred grand for my momma, 50 for my brother lawyer
55 hundred for these sticks
To keep the pussy niggas in order, come on, bang out
Meech get a bitch from St. Bernard, drive way to Florida
Then probably be back up in that North, talkin' one night later
Ten million for my label, now sittin' on the table (yeah, yeah)
Youngin' played up where they trap at, ski'd up, tryna take 'em
All my niggas who real, with them I'm gon' break paper (break paper)
Still no fuckin' over niggas fakin'
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them birds in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we fly and we fly
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on
Yeah, I say the pressure is on, nigga
Them M's in town, nigga
You know we 'bout to get it on (hands up)
And we ride and we ride and we high and we high
Nigga, you know we 'bout to get it on, blatt (yeah)
Look I'm back up in this bitch
And in this bitch, I got them sticks
How many you went and copped?
How many of 'em that I could get
Look I got three Unc', and that's 90 shots
Gon' clear the whole street, they talkin' millions, we can beef
I'm screamin', "Fuck that, we can meet"
He a cold-blooded motherfucker
Never been no stranger, built for this gangster shit
Down for some danger
Cold lil' nigga, like, Uptown finger
Trigger finger nigga like, "Who wan' bang out?"
My cold lil' nigga like, "Who wan' bang us?"
Talm' 'bout, "Uptown trigger finger, who want bang wit' us?"
You know this pimpin', been had the drip nigga, ya understand me?
Big money talk boy, ain't no small talk 'round here
(Like, who wan' bang wit' us?)
Hold on Five, Mouseman, catch the cut
Beezy, handle that, Big J, you know what it is
Jubba G, let's get it
Big money shit, anybody can get it
Rich Gang, Blatt
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6njVILleTdGiS4PKw7TX0E | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Choppa Boy | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Straight off this
(D-Mac on the fuckin' track)
Convertible, vinyl floors
Ten thousand dollar robes
Top, you already know, son
You know how we livin'
B's up, we do this shit for the- you understand me?
Big money shit, blatt
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong
We duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at fake niggas
We livin' this drug life, the money we make, nigga
Thuggin' it everyday, we shootin' the hallways
No playin', no fam, nigga
We standin' on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a fuck 'bout what they say
And I miss my momma, and I miss my daddy
I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Cadi'
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all night hustlin'
I done did time down, all alone
Seein' you wasn't around when I made it home
Ridin' in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
At night, I done sing out my heart, so
Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
Dump, over 15 million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain't been blowin' up my daddy I been livin' on my own (yeah)
I hopped out once I set the plot, 30 rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
That's Big E bussin', tryna stop 'em
Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nann dollar
I'ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Simple, put it on you
Put my life on it, my momma on it
Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Ain't no slippin' in this pimpin'
Real rich nigga shit, Big money
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang
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41Ttf8b4PotxlTMizl6ljs | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Open Arms | You hear me, I say, I say (stay off this shit dawg)
It's real, I got a real meanin' to these tat's on my sleeve
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause it's a must on this side
You can die at any moment (die)
I got a plan for all these niggas
Thinkin' they can play with us
Wastin' time, feel like I can't gain enough
Countin' this money up, gave me paper cuts
How they feel that they even brave than us?
When neither one ain't 'bout facin' nothin'
When my whole career I done put shit under
Broke bread when niggas ain't give me nothin'
Left dead bodies all on the corner
Ambulance, oh, you picked 'em up
Brought 'em to them people, they stitched 'em up
Detectives wanna know who ripped 'em up
Young nigga got gang ties
Name some other young niggas that's rich as us
All them niggas, they old as fuck
We the ones control shit, they don't want nothin'
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause it's a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die)
The neighbor gon' tell if you squeeze that pistol
I done seen it my nigga
What you gon' do, diffuse the bomb?
Check out the scenery, lil' hitta
You can see my eyes, you can see my mouth
This ain't no beanin' my nigga
Soon as he swing, he close his mouth
Up the beam, first thing that hit 'em
The lawful shut the block down
But how I feel, fuck it
We gon' travel, chase that money
Do what it take, gon' keep it comin'
A nigga play, we know to slump 'em
Reinforcement, convoy, talkin' numbers
Been a mastermind since I was little
Since a child at six, Ben been my nigga
Touch three, I 'pose to zip my hitta
I can't, he ain't blood, but sometimes shit, water thicker
I done seen niggas wet the car wit' children up in it
Real heartless niggas (real heartless niggas)
Came from the block, to this day juvenile totin' .40 pistols
Totin' on a hundred rounds
Manufacture towing all essentials
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (might get robbed if you come here)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause it's a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die at any moment)
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind (open arms)
Might get robbed if you come here (ooh)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause it's a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die)
Yeah, Rich Gang
I tell my lil' nigga what it is and what it is
How it's gon' go, it's just simple
We gon' do it better than them older niggas did it before us, ya heard me?
Big money shit, pimpin'
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50ArnI8yyUIg19armxppXB | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Alligator Walk | (No, Shawn, you passed the limit)
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up (this Lil Top)
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up
Bitch, I'm cuttin' up, like, yeah
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up
Baow, baow, take off his face, huh (cuttin' up, cuttin' up)
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold 'em dead bodies for my nigga they been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad (they know that)
I'm gon' get you repped on (ayy)
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask and got the window down (ski)
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all 'em gone
I stopped the whip, hopped in the street
Right inside my pants, where I tote the heat
Dead bodies left right where I be
Green flag, nigga, know it ain't no peace (no)
Meechy still sellin' dope from Belmont way back in Missouri Street
Top tryna split a nigga from P Street way back to South 13
Bitch my money up, and I'm bootin' up in a Lexus like its '99
Bitch I'm chewed up, and I'm tooled up, and I'm flexin'
You is not my kind
Rich just got that Maybach truck
Jump in that bitch, light up time
My empire, I been holdin' up
But now they need to free them slimes
They the ones who go to spit my rhyme
Only ones who down deserve my time
Get loaded while I think 'bout youngin
Need to win one million a million times
50 AR hold 60, got it with me in the city slidin'
PTR, I'm plastic grippin', hit it, takin' off your mind
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold 'em dead bodies for my nigga they been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad (they know that)
I'm gon' get you repped on (ayy)
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask and got the window down (ski)
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all 'em gone
This that fuck a hater talk, bitch
Really from the bayou
This that alligator walk, bitch
Real assassination shit
He gon' put a wig on while he slang that stick
Real food distributor, still drive Navigators around this bitch
Thank this Rollie I got blessed with way from '96
Yeah, drop, I'm gon' drop one
Talkin 'bout Lil Top, you know AI, I keep a hot gun
Loaded, I been rollin', plus I'm mugged up 'cause it's not fun
Been in this bitch and doin' my shit since they was sayin' he too young
This bitch act like he wanna do somethin'
Youngest flexin', whoop 'em, zip 'em, drag 'em out
Stolo' whippin', pistol grippin', tryna bag 'em down
He left two stretched out without no witness 'round (yeah, yeah)
Still had a army in that north when I ain't have millions 'round
(Nigga, yeah, yeah)
What, you finna go cop that Maybach truck?
No, man, I been-, I'm sitting around playin' it off and shit
Ayy, what you looking crazy for, man?
Ayy, you know I'm on drank right now, son
Oh, I ain't need that though, and I got yo' shit to floor it
And I got yo' shit to flex (yeah, yeah)
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold 'em dead bodies for my nigga they been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad (they know that)
I'm gon' get you repped on (ayy)
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask and got the window down (ski)
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all 'em gone
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6Z9YoEv08gFOcMS1icSdRB | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | The Bigger End | (Twelve-oh-nine)
(What it do, 30?)
♪
Something gotta give, this shit here gotta end
Say I done been through so much shit, I done lost hella friends
Hating on me that been the biggest trend
Deposit that I worked so hard for, that's the bigger end
I think some things, it just won't never end, wish it never started
I'm happy that we not together, back then wish we never parted
And go our separate ways, it can't be saved, visit grandma grave
I get discouraged and then I talk to Dave
Feelings still can't be tamed, emotions can't be controlled
I'm out here fighting for my soul
They want me to be that who I am not
Everything they want it gone
Thinking, isn't there a different world underground?
It's better, I'll leave it now
I can take my lick, I ain't take that lick
When them bodies drop, don't make a sound
Fuck that bitch, I don't need that ho, she can hit the road, I kick her out
She gon' have another nigga before the next month come around
I done came up, I done struggled, nigga, I done suffered in that town
Stood ground and when they played I left out bodies to be found
I didn't entertain even when they labelled me the clown
I ain't play games even when you thought I wasn't gon' hold it down
And I did, even when they talked about me, carried on stage, who I'm is
And when them niggas thought that they was finally safe I split they wig
Don't give a fuck what you gotta say 'bout me, just leave out my kids
I finessed the game without no cheat code, it ain't rigged
Young nigga pray to God, he get mad, and then he sin
And then he pray again like, forgive what I just did
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Planning to "on sight" him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now
Stop that, under my arm I keep the Glock at
Tell that nigga try that
He don't come correct he gon' get popped at
Better be about that, just me and Ten controlling my set
One of 'em try to take that
Right in that north he get knocked off at
Take a loss then bounce back
I praise to Three 'cause he who talk that
I'm gon' walk that walk, yeah
Just like Montana, do no talking
Herm be the black sheep
He out all night, he do the stalking
Niggas say they want beef
We make they family buy they coffin
I'm a mastermind just like my oldest uncle Gerald
Most of us don't receive joy, this a dirty world
Roll a nigga ass up in a sack and smoke 'em like my auntie Joyce 'nem
Grandpa, your hard work that you showed me will help me prevail
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Planning to on sight him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now
To my niggas that I miss you, ooh, ooh
While I'm running through the streets, can you protect the slime?
And once it all falls down I should come out fine
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6wS2qpDF5iX9jlfOJN4OPg | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Young Stunna | Yeah, who this is? (6lement) Nah, who this is?
Lil Top, Lil Top or Kentrell, huh?
Or this YoungBoy?
Nigga, this ain't neither one
This Slimeto, bitch ass nigga
What you on, five? You heard me?
Talk to 'em
Ooh, she put it in, she like, "God damn"
Go to Walmart or Sams, they gon' know who I am
Go to Paris or France, see my name everywhere
Like I'm born in this bitch, like somebody didn't spam
I was born in this bitch, got my name in advance
I'm a lil' jittered then Rich, have 'em custom lil' vans
I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man
Told her, let's do it, shorty fuck all that playin'
See how I do it, then I fucked on her friend
Swerve in the Benz then I swerve in the Wraith
BaBa hood to the place knew what kind and he planned
Whole lotta rubbers, you know I got bands
I invent a new plan, so hot caught a tan
So much water on me think I'm sweatin', need a fan
Flooded my finger wit' diamonds, I call that not showin' my hand
Havin' forever like I'm Rich The Kid
That is my brother so might as well say that
Whoever he or that you know who I'm is
No fu-fu-fugazy, I'm triller than real
Real pallbearer, gravedigger stay with that steel
Nigga try to pow pow, fuck around and get killed
Interfere and nigga know that I know how to deal
I be handin' out cards and they say passed the drill
Magnolia soldiers, I'm sick like Ebola
Just me and Stunna ridin' in a Range Rover
Dishin' out smoke and I'm blowin' that doja
If I start it you end, when I come know it's over
She get off top, give me top then bend over
I'm hittin' it on top of the table and sofa
For a fact, can't come back, that's exact what I told her
Then I walk round this bitch in some Louie V loafers
Woo, take one, take two
Bitch ass nigga, I don't know who you
Blessin' your bitch without hearing, "Achoo"
But you know that she ate me, made sure she ain't chew
Jump off a private then fly in a coupe
Up with that choppa, I'm bangin' at you
Half at your head and send half at your crew
Chasin' that car, I'm gon' make sure that you blew
I bang that red and Quando bangin' blue
Holdin' the fire like, lil' shorty don't move
Stay with that fire, I'ma blow out the roof
I know you ain't there, well, I ain't fuckin' with you
I could go back-to-back, back I'm the truth
I ain't finna go back-to-back, back you a lie
I ain't leave for no reason, hoe go tell 'em why
Why? Slimeto, Lil Top, it's a motherfuckin' slime
Uh, I'm, I be the motive, the reason and why
These niggas be dissin' and want to come try
He ain't usin' his head, I'ma take off his mind
I, go to the war wit' the whole hood about mine
Feel a lil' shine for to flood out my child
On top of the rap, but put dime after dime
I ain't stoppin', she know that I got it
She know I been poppin'
In the city been leavin' out bodies
In a Tesla, you know that I'm charged
She gon' eat up the boy while I'm ridin' this bitch up in pilot
I'm gon' hit from the back and make noise
While I'm grippin' my rod
I'm duckin' and hidin' from coppers
Nigga say it's a click of them boys, keep a stick for them boys
My choppa, it say it hate oppas
Nigga got a whole yard full of toys, you know I go hard
You know that the house full of boppers
You know for a fact that I'm thuggin'
You know I'm 'bout beefin', you know I get that from my momma
You know that this shit turn out ugly, you bring up my name
Or you talkin' like that, you want problems
He stunt to the world like a gangsta
My lil' brother gon' catch him before his show
Hop out and stop 'em
Uh, I'm, I be the motive, the reason and why
These niggas be dissin' and want to come try
He ain't usin' his head, I'ma take off his mind
I, go to the war wit' the whole hood about mine
Feel a lil' shine for to flood out my child
On top of the rap, but put dime after dime
Take one, take two
Bitch ass nigga, I don't know who you
Blessin' your bitch without hearing, "Achoo"
But you know that she ate me, made sure she ain't chew
Jump off a private then fly in a coupe
Up with that choppa, I'm bangin' at you
Half at your head and send half at your crew
Chasin' that car, I'm gon' make sure that you blew
♪
Ooh, she put it in, she like, "God damn"
Go to Walmart or Sams, they gon' know who I am
Go to Paris or France, see my name everywhere
Like I'm born in this bitch, like somebody didn't spam
I was born in this bitch, got my name in advance
I'm a lil' jittered then Rich, have 'em custom lil' vans
I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van
Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man
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6whkJtcGdjx56HwFuaoh0G | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Safe Then Sorry | Gotta be hella cautious
Better to be safe than sorry
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in
Used to be ready to die, but now I wanna live my nigga (whoa)
Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone
Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky
No need to be scared, know we gotta all go
No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow
Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
I'm gon' be ready, ready for to move on
We did not end strong, I just say it's all my fault
Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady
Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes
I'm gon' make it right, I'm headed home, you just gotta be ready
Gotta be hella cautious
Better to be safe than sorry
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in
No need to be scared, know we gotta all go
No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow
Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
I'm gon' be ready, ready for to move on
We did not end strong, I just said it's all my fault
Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady
Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes
I'ma make it right, I'm headed home, you just be ready
Gotta be hella cautious (you better be ready)
Better to be safe than sorry (you better be ready)
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless (you better be ready)
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in
Used to be ready to die but now I wanna live my nigga (whoa, you better be ready)
Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone (you better be ready)
Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky (you better be ready)
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0PFgeiQORt3eqq5OX7BxCc | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Heart & Soul | Went to jail, came home
Jason (haha)
Man, say, I-I feel good, nigga, I don't-
And it's-, you know, my first time bein' on the mic, nigga
Went to jail, came home
Who am I? Like, aha, who was I?
You know, I guess words don't even matter
You know we movin' forward
Went to jail, came home, time passed, went back again
All the pain I felt inside myself, thought it would never end
I just thought I would blame myself, can't even blame my friends
I was criticizin' myself like, you ain't never gon' win
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like, "DeSean, thuggin', you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just fail to accept that you not good for anyone"
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
They say that he ain't gon' be here long
I see myself on top the mountain
I'm smokin' strong, I'm keepin' strong
No more ridin' with that window down
Hangin' out, tryna lay them down
My soul, I still ain't think I found
When I tell bro on the phone
I ain't even been worried 'bout no jewelry now
So my girl don't want her a bust down
I ain't even been worried 'bout the jury now
I been wanna do right since I touched down
I been watchin' the way I influence now
I ain't post not a picture, I moved on
I'm responsible to all these children now
Even though they label me teflon
Back into my normal home
Back inside my closet, puttin' that VLONE on
Daughter born, I had to listen while sittin' on the phone
First time got her in my arms like, "I can't leave you alone"
With all these thoughts on top my dome
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like, "DeSean, thuggin', you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just fail to accept that you not good for anyone"
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
I ain't beefin' wit' all these niggas, don't even mention me
They gon' kill me if they can
No need for dissin', come get rid of me
I'm grown now, I'm a man
So tell 'em, "Ain't no time for sympathy"
I been holdin' all these bands
Don't give a fuck 'bout who not feelin' me
Or into me, intimate, not no consistency
She ain't into me, yeah
Havin' you, you don't know what it meant to me
It ain't get to me, nah, every time that you said you ain't shit to me
Even though you meant the world to me
Goin' straight even though you curvin' me
I ain't worried 'bout all that courtesy
Heart on top my shoulder now
I'ma sleep on top Burberry sheets
Can't take no pill but I'm rollin' now
Can't drink no lean but I'm focused now
Can't smoke no dope but I'm loaded now
Can't tote no gun but I'm strapped right now
Lil Top on top of the map right now
Been dead but nigga, I'm back right now
Keepin' this shit on track right now
I don't take no Adderall
Pure washing make my feelings dissolve
Phone ring, I decline that call
When it's trouble, I get back with y'all
My hair hang on top my eyes, it fall
Through the rain, I'm seein' through all this fog
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like, "DeSean, thuggin', you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just fail to accept that you not good for anyone"
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
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1ZeGipuGWgxgoSQ0KTIySp | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | How Ya Kno | (Smoke)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya kno? (Uh, uh, uh)
Top, It's Lil Top
Uh uh, uh uh, baby where you go?
(Skrt skrt, vroom vroom, skrt skrt)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya kno?
She say "cause I think about you every time me and my dude fuck"
I say "I fuck with you, don't mention love"
Cause baby you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
She like "Slimeto I need some shoes, can you send me some?"
Hell nah, babygirl that's rude, please do not be disrespectful
She like, "Youngboy I got a question, can you tell me somethin'?"
She like "if I do anything you want, can I be your main one?"
Hell nah, thats aggravatin', catch me when I'm perculatin
Let her know I had that placement
Wanna be me thats impersonatin
All these nigga be perpertratin', check my watch thats Rollie skatin
All these niggas just act like satan
'Til a real demon baby catch 'em and face 'em
Catch me in that turbo, I be swervin
All these god damn drugs babygirl'll think I'm workin
Fuck or not gon' let me fuck? Just say it it cause I ain't flirtin
I got five grand for you after don't ask me nothin
Say I'm stingy, fuck it
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya kno?
She say "cause I think about you every time me and my dude fuck"
I say "I fuck with you, don't mention love"
Cause baby you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
I say you igging me, your aggy
Bored as fuck so catch me in the room upside down on the mattress
I keep losing on 2k so I just switch it and play Madden
Or play Call of Duty, this my call of duty
Check out how I do it
I stand on slime allegiance, that money times two it
I'm like Johnny Cage, you see my clan ain't phased
Hold up, but let's play a game (Okay, what it's called?)
It's called blow your brain, whip that blicky out
She say "fuck no, boy you insane!"
I can't leave the house but still I got my diamond chains on
I got diamonds rings on with a AP on my arm
Wet that boy then clean it up, nigga I'll get your stain gone
If you love me let me fuck, then sit down and learn this song
She say that she in love, in love baby how you know? (Uh, uh, uh)
Top, It's Lil Top
Uh uh, uh uh baby where you go?
She say, "I'm goin' home cause you rude as fuck"
Nigga, fuck (I don't give no fuck, bitch)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya kno?
She say "cause I think about you every time me and my dude fuck"
I say "I fuck with you, don't mention love"
Cause baby you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
And my kids
Bitch I know that that's a lace front but it's still a wig
Bitch I know your daddy and your granny know I is (Yeah, Ha)
Bitch I got that stack (Ha)
Motherfuck your brother (Ha)
Put his head on flat (Ha)
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6sHCuFJDZDoxG3jQW2kwB6 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Achievements | Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh
Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh
Talk to my granddad and I always say I'm fine
When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child
Ten cars don't need no ride
I ain't buyin' that shit no more, ooh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh
Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul
Got Jaz to bring me peace
No, I don't need no extra hoes (ooh-woo-ooh)
Bleed, and your love admit I need it
Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin' that they sayin' they seen me
Even though I don't give no fuck
'Cause if they saw me, I was beamin'
38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin'
Niggas sayin' I brought my team in
Fuck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and
Send straight hollows through the scenery
Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
I can't be apart of your family
Hate that bitch 'cause I see she's just like her daddy
That ain't real at all, everyone got flaws
Can't chance it, manage, ask for help and they ain't get involved
Don't care at all, it's fuck the world and you can tell it all
I'm a thug nigga, take pride in these drugs nigga (oh, yeah)
I don't fuck with fuck niggas
You can count how many I bust, nigga (they dead)
Fill 'em up with slugs, nigga
You could ask these hoes, I love different
I ain't bringin' up no nigga, take your shit and you go thug with 'em
Huh, she gon' go and fuck on one of 'em niggas like I give a fuck
Get blues, I give her a clue like
When you choose, make sure they rich as us
Ha, or got more sticks than us
For a fact, they ain't drawin' more blood than us
These niggas won't be too much
Tryna do too much, I ain't changin' up
Old scary ass nigga gon' bring us up
Pussy ass nigga, I ain't phasin' nothin'
I ain't blood to you, so don't cuss me Five
Old fake ass Pi', I'ma real deal blood
I ain't stuntin' you, nigga, I wish you tried
We gon' leave you dead inside this club
Ol' wanna be hoe, you ain't my kind
Plus ain't more slimier than my girl
Lil Top the slimiest in the world
I ain't takin' no lick behind no bitch
It ain't 'bout my kids it ain't 'bout bein' rich
Fuck what they say, you can suck my dick
I done gave my all, just for my daughter
My sons won't never need no clique
Even though I wish I ain't exist, Momma look at all this shit I did
Even though I wish I ain't exist, Momma look at all this shit I did
Came out the slums, I ain't have shit
They still gon' talk down on your kid
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh
Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh
Talk to my granddad and I always say I'm fine
When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child
Ten cars don't need no ride
I ain't buyin' that shit no more, ooh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh
Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul
Got Jaz to bring me peace
No, I don't need no extra hoes (ooh-woo-ooh)
Bleed, and your love admit I need it
Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin' that they sayin' they seen me
Even though I don't give no fuck
'Cause if they saw me, I was beamin'
38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin'
Niggas sayin' I brought my team in
Fuck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and
Send straight hollows through the scenery
Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
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1tmsPlyvzDETLv08Wp5cuY | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Black Ball | On top the mountain
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (god-damn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me, huh
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah-yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
Draped down in designer, got these diamonds on my body
If you wit' it, then I'm 'bout it, don't care what these people hollerin'
I say, "Pop your shit, twin", know I got one cocked in, yeah
They want to stop this, no-no, no-not my friend
Stop the time, know they know one thing, that my slime
That's my brother, that's my sister, and they better not cross the line
Stop that cryin', and you can't stop that tryin', and yeah
Run wit' gravediggers, you gon' end up dyin', and yeah, huh
911 Porsche, drive this bitch in sport mode
Jumped straight off that porch, ridin' with that torch, we play with Dracos
Lil' bro, keep it cool until that case closed (case closed)
Until then, we live and ball and buy out all the stores (store, store)
On top the mountain
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (god-damn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me, huh
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah-yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now (huh-huh)
Up your stick, 10, if I don't shoot first, know I'm shootin' behind you
That's her thick friend, and no, I want 'em both, I ain't decidin'
Now it's nightfall, hold up, let me drop my son off
These niggas know I don't like y'all, and know that I don't wan' talk
She know that I like her, she say that she like me
I wonder why she ain't admitted it?
Clubhouse with the bad lil' bitty bitches
They don't see me but know that I'm kickin' it
They be rappin' my songs, they know how I get down
They know for a fact that I'm livin' it
Now I wanna calm down, but here come the beef
And they know for a fact that I'm killin' it
Uh, that my side bitch, they know that's my best friend
Ooh, pop a Perky, ain't no textin', we be sexin'
Ooh, ain't no flexin', don't wan' meet your best friend, I'm rude
Ain't no rest, sittin' on top the mountain, just laughin' at these fools
On top the mountain
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (god-damn, let's go)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me (okay)
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah-yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
♪
I say, "Pop your shit, twin"
Know I got one cocked in, yeah
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1SqWEkl9By1vLehTym0BFR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Stuck With Me | Man, I could go down the ladder on these pussy ass niggas, playin' wit' my name
Nigga, y'all niggas hoes, been hoes, and gon' die hoes
Who made you a ho, nigga?
Fuck ya, nigga, hope ya mummy die, playin' with me, bitch
Pussy in the can ass niggas
♪
Uh-uh, look
Bet these niggas know one thing
Ayy, it's Lil Top nigga (bet, it's up and it's stuck with me)
Slimeto, huh
I'm back off in this bitch (bust wit' me, bust)
Ayy, this for all my slimeballs
(Bet these niggas ain't gon fuck with me, fuck with me, yeah)
You heard me, tell 'em free DDawg
Tell 'em free all my niggas
This that Drac' talk
Niggas know I'm out that side but I'm straight north
Nigga fat mouth, get yo' shit knocked off
I bring that tape out
Nigga pissed off, youngins bring them sticks out
Nigga know what they 'bout
Get chased down, nigga wave that TEC 'round
Tryna take your face off
Nigga know to keep they hands to theyself
When I'm in this bitch
Take him off, he buried know
Don't know 'bout that, I'm innocent
Nigga know don't try to bust back
Better stay low when them bullets sent
They let me out, he scared now
YoungBoy home and with the shit
Daylight we be zippin' shit
Know we love them four-doors nigga
Walk 'em down, that's toe-to-toe
My cousin in that stolo nigga
We gon' knock 'em down right by the store
He a opp pack, we gon' roll that nigga
Nigga talk that shit but know he know
When I catch 'em, I'ma show that nigga
Stalk him out, run 'em down, knock off his dreadlocks
Know we plannin' to leave 'em dead, huh
Demon bangin' with straight headshots
Nigga, we can scuffle
Nigga know that I ain't scared, huh
Lose or win, gon' go again, I'm divin' in, whip all your kin (bitch, baow)
(Lil Top, it's up, then it's stuck with me, yeah)
I don't give a fuck what these niggas think 'bout me, you hear me
(Bust, when we bust, yeah) nigga already know what business I stand on
It's Murda Gang, you hear me?
It's up with me and it's stuck with me
Bitch-ass nigga, what?
Nigga know I love them Dracs, nigga
These niggas know I hate niggas
You can fuck my bitch then cuff that bitch
Nigga, let that ho come stay with you
Turn me up, send me a video
After that, nigga, send me a picture
A.I., Lil Top, I been official
I killed the ref and took the whistle
And I took his stripes, bitch
Been livin' that life, bitch
I'ma crash out with them crash artists, notices on sight bitch
I'm a rich ass lil' motherfucker, still be on that sight, bitch
In a stolo ridin' with them cuttas, you can bring a knife bitch
In Atlanta on the interstate, might go out like Double D
Money on my head, they want me dead, they wanna murder me
Bitch, if I had said it then I said, know I don't keep no peace
Green flags versus anything, we can leave bodies stretched in the street
You know what's up with me
(It's Lil Top and It's up, then it's stuck with me)
You heard me
Ayy, I ain't, I ain't clean no motherfuckin' corners you heard me
(Bitch niggas know not to fuck with me, fuck with me)
Bitch ass nigga if I said it then I said it
I'ma let you know, bitch, I been a gangsta
(You know I'm thuggin' couple steppas, I'm gon' leave a nigga dead)
The fuck, nigga, you heard me (then it's up and it's stuck with me)
I ain't holdin' my words nigga, you know what's happenin'
You heard me we ain't holdin' no, we ain't holdin' no hollows
We sendin' 'em straight at you and your entourage
Bitch-ass nigga, go talk to God
Rich Gang
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14RtRKcWhxg2qPGLMR21tf | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bad Morning | (I need to talk to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
I can't quit (quit) at all, at all
I ain't hurt (I ain't hurt) at all, at all
On my soul at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow
Ride 'round wit' my bros (this is the sound)
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take-
Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
On the highway, out the window do some'
Need it my way, bam, bam, shoot some'
He a head hunter rude bwoy, trust nothin'
She got a nice round bum, but can't pay her nails
Do a hit real sick, it be cold the wholе summer
I can't figure how she comin', I'ma givе her to my mama
And the minute I'ma cut a nigga, knowin' I'm a slime him
Everything goin' bad, you can trust him, still time him
Niggas be rappin', we be shootin' at the bitch
Sound of the stick goin' "Boom" when it hit
Sound of the smoke, real loud when it's lit
Still let it out with a crowd in our midst
Black car, matte stick, I'm it
Don't pick die, if you try one trick
Right gang, but she say, "Wrong bitch"
Young rich nigga, he done took a wrong fix
Overdose, can't shake back, no
Harbor freight, get the jack from the sto'
White trace, that's a whole lotta snow
Ridin' 'round with Kirk, with a .30 and a pole
With a young bitch, she don't want me, it's vivid
But I don't need her hand when I'm runnin' up Benji's
Real deal business, this real blood business
Really spill those, dead bodies in the trenches
Real slime, they was my partner for a minute
Contract from my brother when them hollows got up in it
Dodgin' bullets in the car when them shottas sent them in it
All praise to Allah, one was dead in less than a 60
We gon' burn 'em for real, leave 'em dead if he miss
You can aim when you shot at them, fuck with my bodies
I'ma floor my engine, take lots of narcotics
Why they cookin' 'em rocks? Die protectin' that body
Through the house, the aroma, it covered the closet
I don't say that ain't me, but I still want kindness
I'ma fly out this bitch to whoever come catch
Police ran in this bitch, don't say nothin' about it
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better
With my life, but take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High
Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it?
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
Bullets start playin' round with 'tention, got focused
Got another pack rolled up, he gon' smoke it
Ten grand, twenty grand, all night scope
We're up all day high, we're up all day slow
I can't quit, at all, at all
I ain't hurt, at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take
Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
Heard him steady talkin' 'bout Top, let me shoot him, no
I can't teach a nigga shit, I can make it out him
I ain't need no tutor, been advanced for the road
Doped up, two or three tools goin' shows
40 on my teeth and two hunnid for my pole
Three hunnid for my car, extra sneak's for the longest
I be runnin' to the money soon as it reach my phone
I ain't got nothin' I wanna do better
With my life, but take narcotics with my life
Collect these bodies, with your life, send it to the Most High
Nigga showin' off, got it took when he got it
Nigga ran off, tell me what you do 'bout it?
You don't know off the dome shit, can't write
With the Glock when you see the kid, on sight
I can't quit, at all, at all
I ain't hurt, at all, at all
On my soul, at all, at all
Stay the same as my pain grow, ridin' 'round with my bros
Ridin' in the Maybach, let's go
Ten M's up nigga, let's go
He a dread head, mhm, my bro leave him dead in front that store
On three different drugs tryna take
Away my pain, but it's still gon' flow
Try my hardest to put a smile on top my mans, but he still can't cope
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2TDP5T7TSnD5oVn4Irg585 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hold Me Down | Ayy, this bitch tough
This Kentrell
♪
Smoke
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?"
I come from the bottom, I ain't have a dollar
I'm into it with my mama, I'm dealin' with problems
Thinkin' 'bout all the pain that's up in my system
Wash my clothes in the sink, my lil' brother, he watchin'
I'm with Jordan, my lil' partner, skippin' school for to watch us
Me and Tug in the Nawf, ain't a dime in our pocket
But now both of them dead and it fuck with my head
Who the fuck gon' be there for they kids and thеy mama?
Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna еxplain, I don't even wan' talk, I don't wan' do nothin')
I don't wan' talk right now (tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from 'round here
(I just wanna get from 'round here, I wanna go far)
40 minutes after I left, then them niggas let shots off
'Nother 30 minutes down, get a call that them niggas killed my dog
Stayin' fresh to death through the pain 'cause the envy, I don't talk 'bout
Tryna stay the same year-round, I ain't tryna let a nigga come walk down
So I'm walkin', I'm strapped with that sentence
Intelligent, but make the poorest decisions
When my life on the line, gotta know that I'm with it
She the one I wan' be with 'til the ending
But I see she don't want me like in the beginning
One got hit with the Drac', saw the look in her eye
Blood flew out her body, right then, felt the love
The one got my son who you feel that I'm missin'
Ain't killed behind her, killed 'cause Kay was my girl
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?"
She really into that nigga
But she steady sitting 'round me for only for sex and some money
Kept it real since a lil' bitty nigga
But more loyal than him, ain't confessing about me for nothin'
Just let me be, don't turn me down
I ain't never once now asked you for nothin'
I'm the one up early, I'm the one who hustlin'
Barely not show money and I was stuntin'
Got a trenchcoat on and I'm ridin' through the thunder
Waitin' for it go down, got a stick for the puntin'
Know I'll take a nigga life, I ain't doin' no runnin'
Gettin' high all night, when my brain on a hundred
Tryna be on time, doin' 120
Know what's on my mind, get straight to it
Left the whip on outside
Long gone off lean, I'ma need more fluids
Stop the car, hop out, and we skate from the jakes
Shit gon' pop off, it's a risk that I take
'Fore we knock a block down, we gon' change out the plates
I don't wanna leave home, I'ma raise up the rate
I'ma make 'em pay me double for to go out on stage
Superstar, burn rubber, hit the corner
While I leave these hoes in amaze (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Can you help me out?
I don't wanna explain how I feel
(I don't wanna explain, I don't even wan' talk, I don't wan' do nothin')
I don't wan' talk right now (tryna tell you)
I just wanna get from 'round here
(I just wanna get from 'round here, I wanna go far)
Ridin' in that motherfuckin' Bentley
Thinkin' 'bout Benjis, I know what she like
Know a whole lotta bad bitches
Real slatt business, wanna be my wife
Layin' 'round with my mistress
While I'm thinkin', "Is you holdin' me down?"
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2hoR8CosGo9F4dTrE056ea | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | On My Side | (Leor, light it up)
(What's up, Haze?)
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, ridin' in that motherfuckin' skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin'
Yeah, you knowin' how I do
Actin' crazy in this bitch like I belong on the news
Turnin' up, up in this bitch like I'm a motherfuckin' fool
I go dumb up in this bitch, I go to wavin' with my tool
For Big Dump, I really miss, I got them bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (okay)
We fuck to fly shit, she let me hit it in my VLONE
One-fifty units, I just need to get a big loan
Cards like it's real estate, nigga, back it down
Soon as that chopper bang, gravediggin', 4K Trey
Nigga, this a shotta's chain
Real killer, don't play with children, 'fore I had fire at five brains
Do the dash on po' trucks, engines hit it, this bitch insane
Pussy nigga mad about my millions, can't talk what I'm sayin'
Comprehension with no understandin', they don't know what I'm sayin'
How we wait outside but analyze
One meaningless diamond chain spinnin' 'bout our dead brother name?
Huh, ridin' in that motherfuckin' skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin'
Yeah, you knowin' how I do
I knock shit off as soon as it's up, they need to put me in a zoo
I got big bank, plenty money, and my sons too
We throw sticks like they baboons, got my blick in New York like Woo
Cousin lit, they call him Skelly, just wan' crash when Top say shoot
Play with that dog food like my cousin, profit jump back up in two
Prophet preachin' to the youth, all that lame shit, we don't do
Fuck niggas, hatin'-ass, who you kill? Protect your gang, bang with your crew
Me and my mains, we out the roof, I'm screamin', "Bitch, what you wan' do?"
GTR, I'ma turn this bitch into a slider
I fuck with her, take her out to Shane, flood her with diamonds
I'm gon' murder someone, pray that I just don't have to remind her
I ain't got no work on me, real fast in that foreign, how I be drivin'
We killed him, we slimed him, right, we slimed him in that motherfuckin', ooh
I'm by my lonely, probably two guns on me, yeah, ridin' in the coupe
Shawty know I'm high in this motherfucker, want me to get her high too
Tryna tell you they can be with it, I'm already on that
Huh, ridin' in that motherfuckin' skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don't want me to lose
I can't make this up 'bout how I came through shinin'
Yeah, you knowin' how I do
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4ysh4U8WPIuKS8Ff1ttSaS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Smoke Strong | Ayy, I'm in this bitch like
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
You know that I'm on that
No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin' with us
Don't care 'bout wherе I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clappеd soon as you come for us
If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin' (I smoke dope all day) (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist (on my waist)
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Try to speak, don't even waste time 'cause they know right now I'm on business
Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Gotta catch my cut, but I got 50 grand y'all gon' split up
Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like, "Ah"
Go to him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Wow"
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
It go down, then you just drive
I'm out the roof lettin' off that fire
She one hundred, she get hired
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take control, don't be a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want 20 hoes inside this house"
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hundreds
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
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22mxylGJ4gUVXc70E7BrPJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 50 Shots | Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat (mask on, mask on)
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac'
You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm
Tell 'em bring that shit this way, we gon' see what murder say
Got my wig on, prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in their city, spin they block around tryna kill the business
Through this bitch I ain't never scared, murder bag tryna get you dead
Everything around me banging red, hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head
That's a hit stick with a green flag that's tied around
Blick shit, catch the whole clique and then we knock 'em down
Duck-duck, goose, they runnin' around
Out here tryna pop a duck, no stoppin us
But they got one bitch that's think he fly, we euthanizing him
On Henn like Taaka vodka with my partner Herm (Partner Herm)
Soon as I think I'm falling, tearin' out windows, let our choppers burn
Niggas talking 'bout they won't see me, shit, let the top down and you see me, bitch
Got 50 shots, two separate sticks, plan on making shit irrelevant
FN with that scope on, nigga, this that skully shit
Starting to think my head gone from these dead skeletons
Riding round with a redbone, nigga, I don't want the bitch
Ten grand I'll pass 'round 'cause they just wanna catch me with my
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac'
You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm
Tell 'em bring that shit this way, we gon' see what murder say
Got my wig on, prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in their city, spin they block around tryna kill the business
Through this bitch I ain't never scared, murder bag tryna get you dead
Everything around me banging red, hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head
Depressed bad, I ran out of Xans
Take the beef, put it in that pan
Hundred grand to grant Ten out the can
Pussy nigga hating, fuck it, you a fan
Toting something for to heat you up
Smoking loud with the windows up
Jugged the bitch out two hundred grand
Tell 'em fuck 'em, I don't give no fuck
They ain't banging me, but they bang to somethin', where I think he's from I'ma catch the bitch
I been preying on him with intelligence, I be starting to think I got murder senses
Bitch, I think of bread and that money come, if you say I'm broke, I'm forever bent
Tell your boyfriend I'm another rich acting nonchalant from that muddy shit
Dumping G's on that sluggin' shit, car full of guns like the Terminator
Toting something that I'll static with Sherhonda ain't never paid for no cable
Niggas stay riding in a different Benz like a sports-inator (yeah)
Get mad on suicidal shit, back to the north, tryna get it blazing
Mask on tryna slang the other way (baow, baow)
Burn that bitch, take off his face, youngin can't control that Drac'
You better get out the way or you might be who die today, mm
Tell 'em bring that shit this way, we gon' see what murder say
Got my wig on, prolly in the city with a dirty stick and some shit that's sticky
In the murder zone while I'm in their city, spin they block around tryna kill the business
Through this bitch I ain't never scared, murder bag tryna get you dead
Everything around me banging red, hunnid rounds aiming, taking off your head
Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat
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2f2WskmLwsLtGkjntD8NG7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | No Where | (Pipe that shit up, Tnt)
(DMac on the fuckin' track)
(Tuned Up)
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
I think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
I know that I be trippin' when I tell you things I don't mean at all
It ain't my fault you thugged me, I'ma tell you this honestly
Don't believe that it ain't someone out there to love me
Hate that my feelings got involved
'Cause you just wanna shame me, you just wanna blame me
No shit you do can't troll me, damn, I miss the old me
So high that I might OD, wish you was here to hold me
Don't wan' leave, just wan' stay here and think
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
I think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-di-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
All my cars are push start, don't play with me, no push over
Why she try me? Why a rollercoaster?
YoungBoy tote that green flag, heart skip a beat, see you way too loaded
Lied and tried me, tried me over and over
And you know you down bad for that (oh yeah)
Know I'm on your ass for that (oh yeah)
I ain't throwin' no jabs, that's facts
Know you can't have me back
I'll always have your back
Still think that I love your ass
I don't want you if after me
Any nigga ever say that they smashed (I don't wan' go nowhere)
I don't wanna go nowhere, no
I think it's best if we just stay at home
Might as well leave out because your friends can't come 'round
I wanted it to be just me and you all alone
You don't want me, I see, oh, la-dick-da-di
All night, singin' the same song, lonely, singin' the same song
Oh, she all that I need, why don't she don't see?
All night, takin' my pain, was strong, all night, tryna see what's wrong
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0UFXtWjUoj6mMOcIhuwKoM | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Sincerely | (Dmac on the fuckin' track)
I woke up, I woke up, I ain't man
(Ayy Cameron, you the man now)
Shh, sometimes I don't even wanna talk
I woke up, I ain't see nobody
In my bed, in my bed
After all that I love you
You ain't explain what I did, tell me what I did
Fuck that Rolls-Royce, ooh
I just wanna lose this cold heart, ooh
I just wanna say, "I apologize"
For all of the things I put you through
Baby, I done ran that money all up
These hoes mistreated me, and baby, you can't fault them, no, no
Tell me why you left me on my own, own
Them hitters coming, just ring the alarm, let's go
Anger ran 'em all off, feelings made 'em just go
Life on line in the North and I'm sittin' here mad 'bout a ho
Who been chosen it with me and I can't sit and just watch
I wasted time don't give a fuck bout no clock
These diamonds crushed they just rocks
That's a double-R, Rolls-Royce, Range Rover
Really rich, rock star, high as fuck, hangover
Let you come and fuck me 'til my pain over, okay
Respect that girl so much, don't won't no motherfuckin' brain from her
Lean, lean codeine and my child
That's all I want, that's all I need, and plus some money and my Glock
Passport get overseas, I can buy another foreign car
Can buy a bitch to feed my needs, can't buy another slime heart
I woke up, I ain't see nobody
In my bed, in my bed
After all that I love you
You ain't explain what I did, tell me what I did
It's a panoramic four-seater
Never let me go, I leave my hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
Staring in your eyes tryna see potential like a soul seeker
Lying in my eyes, saying you love me, you a cold creature
Fuck that shit you said, just leave 'cause I don't need you
I'm gon' let that other nigga treat you
My song playing loud through the speakers
While you decide where to party at (while you decide where to party at)
Leaving you never crossed my mind
You wrong if you ever thought of that
Now you call I ain't ever calling back (no)
I'm staying strong now, don't worry about me
Things that you did, I'll never forget
If you keep it real, you can get the world out me
We can share it all, to me, it don't mean shit
Fuck that Rolls-Royce, ooh
I just wanna lose this cold heart, ooh
I just wanna say, "I apologize"
For all of the things I put you through
Baby, I done ran that money all up
These hoes mistreated me and, baby, you can't fault them, no, no
Tell me why you left me on my own, own
Them hitters coming, just ring the alarm, let's go
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1BCHhb7Zd9mK4X602uhZi3 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Can't Take It Back | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I take everything offensive (Haze), get mad over anything
Now I'm trippin', I think I drunk too much lean
Before it's time for night for the calling
I will not recall it, I won't remember anything
Shit I said before, I can't take that back
I don't want no cutlass, no, real gangsters drive that Cadillac
Shyne, I need some clear diamonds, boy, I see some clouds in that
These slimes, they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill, so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean, better drink all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you, just break down and get another pass
Young nigga went under with ten Ms, I need another bag
Tryna be pierced top, young nigga, go find some gems
Hold on, tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
Ooh, tell me if you got me
I ain't been Maybach riding, it's in LA, I don't drive it
We don't go to the L'Auberge while we on Highland
You wanna go in, make sure you call before the night end
It came in like a Powerball, Powerball, oh
I admit, it caught me slippin'
I admit, I wasn't prepared for how your love came hit me
Now you got me, but around, feel I should still tote my glizzy
Salt Lake City covered up in snow with my apparel on
Old ways and just might settle with a stand-off
Let's see who draw the fastest, I ain't going down
Quick man drawin' on Madden, it's a fast ball
Shit I said before, I can't take that back
I don't want no cutlass, no, real gangsters drive that Cadillac
Shyne, I need some clear diamonds, boy, I see some clouds in that
These slimes, they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill, so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean, better drink all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you, just break down and get another pass
Young nigga went under with ten Ms, I need another bag
Tryna be pierced top, young nigga, go find some gems
Hold on, tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
I ain't changing shit on my car, I'ma ride on factory rims
Go A to Z on one tour bus, I ain't flying on Lears
Real 38 baby on certain occasions, young nigga earned him seven kills
I say fuck 'em if they hate me, but speakin' on cases get you drilled
D Dawg coming home next year
I wake up and take one pill
Ain't turn down since I signed my deal
Ain't shown love since Dump got killed
Ride that Rolls and lift the front, I got killers on my rear
I got loss sittin' on my brain, feel like I've been here for years
Tryna do better for my girl, feel like my heart made of steel
Three million for my children a piece, that's my goal for this year
Told myself one million dollars, but I did that last year
Young nigga still riding 'round with them choppers 'bout some shit from last year
Shit I said before, I can't take that back
I don't want no Cutlass, no, real gangsters drive that Cadillac
Shyne, I need some clear diamonds, boy, I see some clouds in that
These slimes, they tryna kill 'bout me, tryna chill, so I ain't call 'em back
Give you my lean, better drink all of that, yeah
Soon as I flash you, just break down and get another pass
Young nigga went under with ten Ms, I need another bag
Tryna be pierced top, young nigga, go find some gems
Hold on, tryna pop his shit 'bout Top, gon' pop soon as I see him
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36Mtea491T9xLpYuaY86EU | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rich Shit | I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker
Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
I drive the Rover and I drive the Rolls
Play it low-key and got a Tahoe
Drive the McLaren, it tear up the road
Throw up my B's, I'ma hit with my pole
Bro ain't no rookie, you know how it go
I was poppin' pills when I walked through the door
Bought her stainless steel just from touchin' her toe
And you know the deal if I find she a ho
Got a swag might kill
And you know I keep a hitman Steph, get milled on
Tell that nigga he get picked in the draft, I'ma split him
Headin' off with a stick, mortician goin' on
Goin' in in the middle when it pop off
You know I got my blick off, up go down
And you know I let the shots off
He ain't finna go home, should've been left from 'round
Oh, right there
She was like, "Let me show you how to do it right"
Man, this bitch want money tonight
Bro them right there, you know it's on sight and you know it's in here
Got gunners on my left and gunners to my right
Got 'em on the way, pullin' up, yeah
Bro make a call, another five hoes, they come in here (you know what I say)
Smoke out the pound, got Glocks and Dracs, you run in here (Glocks and Dracs)
City one day, yeah, it bang over my way
Niggas shouldn't come, already know how Top play
Thursday, party day
Nigga, you can die on a Friday
Nigga, you can die on the highway
Nigga, you can die from a side play
Shawty like a cat, that's nine ways
And a million in one to get us played
She don't sleep all day, but work late
Fam
I don't come for nothing, don't pay, you won't see me
Want all blue strips, that's all I need
Lame-ass ho waste time, can't trick me
You can keep trying, can't beat, can't be me
She ain't all mine, guess the bitch don't need me
To another level, goin' out of reach
Rich shit, business, slidin' in this motherfucker
Ho wan' get lit, same 'fit, slime bang the same color
Shawty, I thought she was mine, can't say I ain't love her
She ain't have no man, she was all on my line, can't say that I ain't cut her
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4JPSK2W012QBtOtO3HJl9E | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Toxic Punk | Pipe that shit up, TnT
DMac on the fuckin' track
♪
Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once
Take one, I'm gon' take one
Yeah (let me take one, let me, oh)
And it's Lil Top, nigga
Double R, double R at that, man
You can call me, you can call me
Woo
Fly shit, bloody storm, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me
I just wan' dive from off the stage and pray to God I don't fall
I say, "The drugs what made me"
I say, "The drugs what made me"
Lately makin' sure the fire don't go out on a strong
I take one puff, I'm lazy
I take some puffs, I'm lazy
Ballin', tell me have my shit packed 'fore you get home
Are you crazy baby? Where I'ma go?
All these drugs that I'm on, it don't make me any stronger
Ridin' fast in my foreign, it don't make sense when I'm alone, huh
Thinkin' 'bout you gone, it got me sad
Ridin' fast, police on my ass, huh
Do the dash, hopin' I don't crash
But if I do, so (hm)
Fly shit, bloody storm, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me (woo)
Fly shit, bloody storm, say she love me
Ugly boy, toxic punk, they don't love me, yeah
Foreign drugs, hallucinations all I see
Actin' crazy, get the police called on me
Take one, I'ma take one
I'ma take one, wanna, oh
Let me take one, let me oh
Let's go
(Let's go, let's go)
On Kayden
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2W0W2v5TldfwDGzScD2TBx | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | My Killa | Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and Herm don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' them doors
I want that hit, get it gone (get it gone)
Yeah, now, one, two, three, four
Ben 'nem movin' in, pull up, kick door
.45 in my pants on the front row
Fuck nigga move wrong, end up gone
Now I only hit one, then I gotta go
Tryna leave with everything that I paid for
Nigga tryna get fame, get bang-broed
Make that .40 go baow straight to his dome, yeah
I ain't taking these bitches all over 'cross the world with me
She just want her a Perc, that P-E-R-C, I'm giving her three (I'm giving her three)
I'ma take her ass down, I ain't tossing back down, I ain't paying no fee
Want it for to go down, shoot a whole hundred rounds if a nigga want beef (bang)
Yeah, shoot that blicky (bop), take one off
You hear that? That's that ice inside my Styrofoam
Broke-ass nigga thinkin' I'm too high, gon' get his mind blown (slime, slime)
Kickin' this shit in Gucci covered in rhinestones
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and Herm don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Poppin' them caps, get to jumping like Tigger
Real 38, it ain't nothing else bigger
Beat a nigga ass, probably mad I ain't kill him
I'm a real gang baby, I don't fuck with these niggas
Came from the back, I was in Parish Prison
Same way I rap, nigga, caught 'em slippin'
Hit 'em with stamps like iPhones
I'm talkin' the apple that look like a nigga had bit it
He don't wanna be in this real Blood business
Ten the lieutenant, got shooters on call
If that lil' boy take a stand, he gon' fall
Play and I shoot 'til it's empty on y'all
Blowing that smoke and it's coming out loud
Before I got five, I collected me four
Hollows gon' rain like they taking a shower
Do that boy bad then hop on the road
Nike on unlike the rest, I got me a check, we can do it, my nigga, yeah
Bro standing on that pledge, I got 'em too influenced, my nigga
Take that nigga head off (bop), that's my killer, yeah
Me and Herm don't play at all, nah, that's my nigga
Park had left me cold, I ain't got no code
Don't turn me down, bitch, I'm grown
Yeah, come track me down through these phones
Bro 'nem kickin' them doors
I want that hit, get it gone
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2CMVajzxRuxsFNzYFkzjTb | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Life Support | Lil Top, Top, Top (who that is?)
Top, said I'm Top, Top (YoungBoy, whatever you wanna call me)
Comme des Garçons, she say she like on me
Flyer then a jet, baby, flyer than an eagle (brr, brr)
Can I take you out tonight? Go get somethin' to eat
Sit and I'll tell you like, things you don't know 'bout me
I'm like, "Bae, my grandma died, I was at a sleepover"
I'm like, "Bae, I could have died that night, my whip had flipped over"
Young man take pride, remember ridin' and takin' my grams to chemo
Now I got grams like I'm Frank Matthews, jewelry weigh at least a kilo
Now I'm back to you, every time that I'm in it like a pool, she be wet inside
Tryna hit it like I want, but then I don't 'cause I be too high
Feel it's best if I let you decide, 'cause this, I don't wanna jeopardize
Come lay me down every day I'm tired
Fuck these hoes 'cause they be tellin' lies
Now I need a blueprint, is you all in? (All, all)
I just gotta know, gotta know
Drugs got my mind clickin'
On my Kawasaki, tryna do a heel clicker
Down and out, got me feeling suicidal, oh
Air Force 1, they're custom-made (custom-made)
I'ma pull up, 30 thousand dollar Balmain jeans (Balmain jeans)
Pull up with that blicky and it's tucked just like 'em beams
Damn, she don't like no dogs, but hangin' wit' a snake
Told her, "Motherfuck the blogs, just do what Top say"
Is it real, is it fake? I don't know, I can't tell
I'm just hopin' time worth it, I'm just hopin' we don't fail
I'm just tryna hold on, looks disguised, can't prevail
Insecure, feel like I ain't worth ya, not enough for none of them
Ooh-ooh, do you hear me calling? Right now, full of indo
30 minutes later, probably be outside your window
Throwin' rocks until you turn your light on and say, "Go home"
Don't know what the fuck is goin' on, were you expectin' me to go?
Fuck it, let me pack my clothes, right back to that murder zone
Fuck, I miss my granddad home, shouldn't have came up off the porch
Feel that I'm gon' die out here, all alone and by myself
Alive, got breath on life support
Alive, got breath on life support
I said all my pain keep me goin', your love keep me calm
They gon' take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support (ooh)
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support
I'm with the gang, on the block, in the trenches
I take you shoppin', alone up in Lenox
Take you to Shyne and flood your pendant
And spend straight dimes like fuck them pennies
She's a hypnotizin' demon-lover, so satanic
I say black, now I take that rock from metal
Demonic, so dynamic
Straight from the block, on that bitch in a foreign, I'ma swerve
I ain't worried, I won't panic
Yeah, I was born and made it out, so here, I should lay down
A girl to make me settle down, but I can't
I drop you off at mom's house
While me and my cousins try to take rank, bust brains
Catch one lack, hop out, take aim
God forbid if them niggas shoot back, and luckily just hit my brain
If I don't go in, Lord, please have mercy, know that she gon' go insane
Mistreat a nigga, leave me, then they act like I'm the one to blame
Alive, got breath on life support
Alive, got breath on life support
I said all my pain keep me goin', your love keep me calm
They gon' take it once they pull the cord
I call that life on life support
They don't respect me no more, they don't love me no more
They ain't feelin' my songs, take my kids during the storm
They all gone, they done took my life support
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7CK0O8SL6liw5eoHCRAcJf | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Break or Make Me | It's a cold, cold world outside, ain't on the worst crew
I ain't got no one that I can trust, I got my guard up so high
Can't even be with you
Tell me, bae, now can we please stop fighting? I need you on side me
I might lose my life tonight
Later on, I'm gon' be Maybach riding, World War III inside me
Tryna see why nothing I do ain't right (okay, okay)
He don't give a fuck about nobody but hisself, oh
He wouldn't give one dime or care if I left, oh
Know he got shit popping, but at home, he got shit going on
Leave that shit alone, let me lean, pass me my Styrofoam
Don't conversate about me with your friends
Confiscating, bring back backends
Love me right and bring back my mind
And don't never leave like ones back then
Shine right and have fun with your girls
I just wanna see you set some trends
They don't love me like way back then
Wasn't even there for me, even most my mans (Nah)
I just wanna ball out, fall off in my big home
All these drugs that I'm on from depression got me on
PO threatening one on one, just wan' be left alone
They tryna say Top wrong, they tryna say Top wrong
Smiling, been riding 'round all day, I'm loaded, now tryna fuck you in the coupe (Woo)
Next time I flood you with diamonds, I'm going extravagant, do your wrist too
Panic, I buy you a Patek, you better go tat it just like Nene too, uh
Flood my kids with diamonds like I do my crew
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me something better off?
For shit that I painted, for shit that they see
For shit that I live and the things that I breathe
They don't want me to succeed, I still ain't make it out
I see it all in my dreams (of me banging out)
Wrist rock
All these niggas, they done flip-flopped
Catch me out on scene with a big Glock
Know that I might leave out here, but I been staying up
Hoping all my pain I spilled starts one day paying off
Hope my daddy get that appeal and they let my mans out
We got a drop now, okay, load up, let's ride out
I can't take a risk without my stick, what's just my sign now?
How the fuck I'm talking 'bout, can't take a risk all by myself at all
Better not get yourself involved
It's a cold, cold world outside, ain't on the worst crew
I ain't got no one that I can trust, I got my guard up so high
I can't even be with you
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me something better off?
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me something better off?
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6nGwQVNLVqjUOPdzqIwB7U | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Forgiato | (I need to speak to Mike Laury)
(Yeah, you got Mike Laury) what you on, foe?
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know, nigga
We tote big Glocks, be like Yamaha
Four-five shit, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question
'Cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch
A dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit
You gon' get stretched before this year end (this is the sound)
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at
Right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin' bad, thinking 'bout Ten, no date on coming home
Phat Black been in and out
Got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter
Real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas
Hanging out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talking to my mama 'bout what they claimin'
While she saying, "Fuck 'em, tell a bitch prove it"
Don dada, boss man (Don dada, boss man) they don't wanna do it
(They don't wanna do it, baow)
Hanging out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain
(Baow, baow, baow)
Like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit
You gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North
Where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Marble floors, in it, I got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once that nigga add three
Then I'm gon' start counting on my toes
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit
You gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at
Right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Since a kid, in and out the chains
Swear they don't know my pain
I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night
I ain't sleep with my shank
I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin'
Bitch, I run that game
Step with niggas in the dawn from Gardere Lane
Gettin' full of pure cocaine
He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins
Doped up 'fore he swing that thing
Evacuate whole set they claim
(Hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on)
Bitch, I'm lil' bitty and this shotty got some kick and
I think that's too strong
Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick
Can't hide it, that bitch too long
Marble floors, in it, I got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once that nigga add three
Then I'm gon' start counting on my toes
Always on slime business
(Slime business)
Matter fact, got me some slime hoes
(Slime hoes)
Come on, ayy, come on
I run with gravediggers, pallbearers
Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral
My ape, he did it, but I don't understand 'em
In the streets, you got beef
You been stalking for to bust his dome
(Make Winnfield his home)
Then it's on
Catch you, then you gone, in the ground
That same nigga your casket gon' be laying around
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0sr0YMdDTNNr4Lv4VnI3C8 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Baddest Thing | You the baddest I done seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we ride, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
Oh, oh, oh, and she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang, toting on that iron
And I'm bound to leave any nigga dead if they ain't mine
And I jumped off the porch like
You died when you were six deep, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big B's
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
Tell 'em fuck niggas they don't know me
I know for a fact she don't know her nigga, but she know me and she on me
Steady asking like, "Can you take me home?"
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needing some peace
Uh, uh, drink on lean 'til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain't working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me 60 G's
25 for the duffle bag, nigga still counting bands, baby, don't count on me
Maybach ain't come with curtains, without tint, niggas still ain't seeing me
Real gas bags, that's all I chief, two steps back, get off of me
I've been up, yeah, all cheese, I paid cash for that factory
Hitmen, they be after me, 12 tryna capture me
Bitches planning on trapping me, fake rappers planning on blasting me
For bro, you get assassin free, get blicked up, you try hacking me, yeah
H-O-L-D, huh, hold on me, yeah
D-I-E, I've been needing some peace
Bae, your head ain't working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag made by Virgil, fuck nigga tried charging me 60 G's
You the baddest I done seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, oh
Getting high, toting that iron every time that we ride, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh, my shorty, oh, she, oh
You died when you were six deep, I do the reaping
I say murder, Blood, and throw big Bs
Hit the block and blow the curb up, Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six headshots for the coroners, tell 'em that we ain't use no beam
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)
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2cEnKRR4dYBB2VA1mjlb1z | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Nevada | Pipe that shit up, TnT
It's Vade on the keys
♪
Niggas dyin', fallin' stars through the night
And I been thinkin' 'bout you every night
If you happy, I know that I should be alright
'Cause this tragic and I can't seem for to decide
And I think I just, I should leave, I just
Should I leave it 'lone? Ah
Should I try or just? I can't lie, I just
I be wrong for the cry
But I'm caught up with these hoes, they gon' follow
Ballin' like a baller blocker
Every time I catch my feelings, lock them in a bottle
And you probably find my heart somewhere lost in Nevada (in Nevada)
Don't know who I want, you the one I want, mm
Never said I don't, that's that money talk, mm, talk
Drunker than a skunk, it go down in the room, down
Choppas in the trunk, baby, this that slime tone
But I need your love like right now, baby, ooh
I'm not on no drugs, not right now, it's the truth (truth)
I apologize for you lookin' like a fool (sorry)
I can't hold you right now so I been holdin' on my tool
I don't want my ex, I don't want no bitch I had (don't)
I just want a chance, hopefully I make you glad (don't)
If you turn me down, tell the truth, I just might spazz (spazz)
If who around laugh, I just probably bust they ass (bust they ass)
And I think I just, I should leave, I just (leave)
Should I leave it 'lone? Ah (should I leave?)
Should I try or just? I can't lie, I just
I be wrong for the cry
But I'm caught up with these hoes, they gon' follow
Ballin' like a baller blocker
Every time I catch my feelings, lock them in a bottle
And you probably find my heart somewhere lost in Nevada (in Nevada)
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2IRRZame8ct13yJbEr4rE8 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Level I Want To Reach | (17)
(D Roc)
What you love? You get all in
Hit me up, call me
I see a level that I wanna reach
I say I'm with you, never gon' pretend
I heard them steppas coming after me
I heard the one I'm lovin' let 'em in
I heard that money bring a lot of power
Seem like I'm running out of friends
Double up, stack it higher than a tower
Move around, talking no more Xans
Wake up, probably go buy a brand-new Benz, yeah, yeah
Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins (niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins)
We don't got no room for all your friends
Tension in the room soon as you walked in
Take in, I'm turned on you just 'cause I can
I'm on Xans and I'm leaning, hoping I don't fall
If he go that way, we won't say nothing back, we gon' shoot at y'all
Pray that the lift here ain't fall and I been here through it all
Come 'round, I won't fuck with you often
Baby, I ain't got no reason, I think I need you
Face down, turn yo phone off, right now, don't need it
Now take your clothes off and do what I say
I ain't got no diamonds on
Crosses 'round my neck come from out of Saks
Comme des Garçons, I spent another bag
Got alarm inside the home but keep a hundred straps
I see a level that I wanna reach
I say I'm with you never gon' pretend
I heard them steppas coming after me
I heard the one I'm lovin' let 'em in
I heard that money bring a lot of power
Seem like I'm running out of friends
Double up, stack it higher than a tower
Move around, talking no more Xans
Wake up, probably go buy a brand-new Benz, yeah, yeah
Niggas tryna walk like, talk like me and my twins
We don't got no room for all your friends
Tension in the room soon as you walked in
Take in, I'm turned on you just 'cause I can ('cause I can)
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25qqOnOU1pPHB8vePxdpNo | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Kickstand | (Pipe that shit up,TnT)
On Drugs, been leaning
Belive it
What about you, OG?
I can't go no more, charge me up, so I'll go again
I say ride, we go, on round forth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bro, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah, never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Gambled on lean, but I got her on gin, too much of that and she went to the Henney
Too big of a sack for the bitch to get off, can't take her off track, get the bitch caught in
Kickstand in my drank bottle, no pass she need for admins
All bag, no pad, ain't no pen, nothing but money in her lens
I can't go no more, charge me up, so I'll go again
I say ride, we go, on round forth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bro, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah, never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
Know what you wanna do, why you hitting that bottle?
All these drug's gon' clear my problem
All these sticks gon' fix that static
Counting that money, getting more and more higher
All these drugs, I ain't a supplier
We gotta do well, you can't cop it
Swag can't copy, nigga, just stop it
Shawty real bad, tryna make her my money
I know that you toxic don't try and fuckin' hide it
Question me bad, wanna know where I went
You say I'm accusing when ask where you been
When you get a gift, you ain't asking what I spent
Take off my mask and put on some fly shit
I'm causing a wave, these niggas wanna ride it
Drank, clearing the pain I'm feeling in my body
My jewelry and cars is all exotic
Kickstand in my drank bottle, no pass she need for admins
All bag, no pad, ain't no pen, nothing but money in her lens
I can't go no more, charge me up, so I'll go again
I say ride, we go, on round forth, three rounds in
Gotta motivate my bro, yeah, in the cut like me and my twin
Look back soon as it's in, yeah, never gon' lose, I'ma show you how to win
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6dZQW3YqPWqzKuowfHJPo7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | All I Need | (Say, Wop)
You already know
Leave that shit alone
(WassamWop)
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
That's all I need, I'm gon' achieve
Everything I stand for on my sleeve
I'ma tote my flag and wear my beads, you know I'm all in
Steady chasin' money while I'm in the streets
I ain't chasin' hoes, caught up in the beef
Probably come in to make sure you sleep then I'm gone again
Wake up, check my bank account, get dressed, then it's time to go
Just tell me what you thinkin' 'bout, what you sittin' around just frownin' for?
I'ma nigga so you know I fuck around, for the thousandth time, I know I'm wrong
You don't like all these different drugs I'm on
But I'm won't leave them if you leave me alone
Tell me, tell me, I can't get it off my mind
Get the drop, wipe his nose, I smell it
Come home, you calm me down
My heart, you found your way up in
Have you seen it? Ain't no trust inside it
And my love is at a low percentage
I ain't put that boy on channel nine, them people lyin'
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
Swerve on 'em early morning
While you drive on passenger seat strapped down
I ain't doin' shit but passin' some niggas trappin'
Sayin' in my head "I'ma shut that down"
Shawty scared of my partna, I'ma slide my round
We gon' bang wit' yo' nigga soon as it go left
Now that's all I'ma tell you, they know 'bout the gang
We put shit on the shelf
Run up nigga check, don't need no help
Pull up in that
I know I'm official, I killed the ref'
It's concealed on scene
But I bet they all know its gon' pop out from my belt
I'ma clear the whole scene one .223
I done knocked the block down by myself
I can put that on Big B
Deceased, so pray with me
Everything be new edition, I can flood you down in LV
Drape you down in flawless diamonds
Look at your bracelet, they see all VV's
I hope ain't shit they can tell you 'bout me
'Cause about shit they can say to me
Let me watch this car, you roll my weed
Got my pistol on me (pistol), you know what that's bout
I say shawty, shawty, can you help me out?
I'm in the streets, I'm chasin' money, baby, tryna make it out
But through it all, you who I want daily, always on my thoughts
I say I can treat you right but you wanna salt me down
I can't sleep at night, don't know how these demons found me
But I'm just tryna manifest, I'm tryna find some peace
I say just take my money, and my kids and you, that's all I need
(Say, Wop)
(WassamWop)
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44OnxLiNTE4sLq3ujDwLBU | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | White Teeth | Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat
Took out them diamonds and got white teeth
♪
No security, bros with me, no friends (no friends)
Pole on me, dope up in me, bad bitches walked in (hold up)
Social distance, pure codeine, no coughin' (nah)
You know me, got that laserbeam up in the party (223)
She wan' chill, she feelin' my vibe, tell her come on
She just wanna roll, roll in my ride
Know she gotta give me head
Don't fuck 'round with these
Niggas go home and take my meds (take my mеds)
These niggas can't come round, comе round
Fuck around and end up dead
They don't like me
Shawty told me that she feelin' me, she wanna bite me
Keep my gun, they plan on killin' me but I'm out on sightsee
Knee deep in these streets and I put shit up, these niggas don't fright me
Pull up fresh as fuck, am I high as fuck? I am not, might be
She just wanna ride, ride
YoungBoy, I wanna slide, slide
Until the other side die, leaning parallel fly
This chain could put out fire
Icy than a motherfucker, high as the kite
I'm fresh as hell inside my white tee
Take out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She fuckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me
(Okay, okay)
Tote that Glock, hold 30 rounds
Bae I wanna go 30 rounds
Tell 'em they can count me out
I got too much money now
I'm who BabyJoe wanna please, I'm gon' make her touch her knees
She like Bentley, want Big B, I'm gon' flood that inside pink
Kiss the diamond on my face
Money callin' and I'm on my way
Keep a man's round, don't leave no trace
Keep a man's round, don't leave no case
Hop out aim and I swang that Drac'
Cracking it, lights ring round my way
They don't really like how my clique wanna bang
They don't really like how my wrist ain't fake
Diamond piece (diamond piece)
Eyes on Chinese, this Draco Vietnamese (this Draco Vietnamese)
Know I get angry but she say I'm sweet
Shade's chrome hearted plus I got on Hablo sleeves
Straight from the hood, I'm fresh as hell inside my white tee
Take out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She fuckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me (ooh)
I got cash and yeah she bad
She got ass and know that I won't smash
Got her rich, bitch sway
Put on my mask, tuck my Glock in my pants
She do anything I say
Oh, that's my bitch, ooh, ooh
Top out, walk up inside that place
That's when all these hoes choose
My white tee
Take out them diamonds and got white teeth (ooh)
She fuckin' with me, oh, she like me
She know that basic shit don't excite me
(Okay)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
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5vx7k1Ee1n1phS43iptjbv | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Panoramic | Yeah
They probably ain't gon' understand what I'm talking 'bout
Pass interference if these people want challenge
I got meds inside my cup to make sure I don't panic
I took interest inside of cars, now my whip panoramic
I went harder, became a star, now everybody wanna kill me
I don't fuck with y'all, changed to the devil tune
I ain't gotta tell you your life in danger, let the reverend do it
Wishing that that Hi-Tech came in, I got Wockhardt for tourin'
Relationship soon, sex came in, had nothin' to offer to her
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way about it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way about it
Eye that I seem to aim for
Stop this bitch, let that thing blow
And I'll forever be here if they ain't know
Nah, for real though, nigga, when I'm in the grave
They still gon' play my song
I'll be somewhere wishin' my son's head on
Make lil' shorty fuck me, then feel used, I ain't tried to
Batman in these Robins, for some shoes, I'll rob you
I turn up SRT, skrrt on these hoes like BaBa do
I ain't gotta decide for me to be right here on side you
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way about it
Oh, oh, oh, oh
She want diamonds
Yeah, the streets want violence
Gotta be another clean way about it
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3e6DtzHRhHt5d2mto6TPZe | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Footstep - Bonus | (Dubba-AA flex)
(Louie Bandz made another one)
I feel, I feel like a different person
(This is the sound)
I ain't been recording, but I'm still going crazy
Leaning got me lazy, but I'm still on ape-shit
I turn up soon as I wake up, I say, "Amen", with my baby
Not racist, my new ho come from coast-to-coast, Iranian
Draco come from Pakistan, fuck that charge, say, "Sell that Xan'"
We gon' ride down slow and blow that man, beep Bs on me, that's Taliban
She just want a footstep (okay), shoot it soon they come right in
She just wanna sleep here, I just wan' beat her back in
I'm dressed down in Chrome hearts, I'ma rock out soon as my song start
These hoes be loving me, probably buy that bitch a gold heart
Top say, "If he go that way, we gon' stretch that boy"
Hol' on, swing that Drac', aim straight at his face, we gon' take that card
I ain't been recording, but I'm still going crazy
Leaning got me lazy, but I'm still on ape-shit
I turn up soon as I wake up, I say "Amen" with my baby
Not racist, my new ho come from coast-to-coast, Iranian
Got my flag on me
Money on my head, so I be walking with my gat on me
Just like WWE, I all walk 'round with that masterpiece
Load up, we gon' clear that street, we leave shit dead, that's on Big B
Mama, I'm gon' leave these niggas dead as long as they in reach
New chopshop, Stolos right on my block
Youngboy leave out handkerchief, blood get spilled for fucking cops
Now come inside, they want you to run into top
Spin the benz for to get the kill, fifty-round, that's that fucking mop
Let thirteen up out that chop, stretch 'em that don't fuck up my heat
They get set aside, blow that shit ain't got no knowledge (boom, boom)
Top back in New York, hoodie on just like I'm Highbridge
Up that blick and I spark, send that boy life with some mileage
I ain't been recording, but I'm still going crazy
Leaning got me lazy, but I'm still on ape-shit
I turn up soon as I wake up, I say, "Amen", with my baby
Not racist, my new ho come from coast-to-coast, Iranian
♪
(She just want a footstep)
(Shoot it soon they come right in)
(She just wanna sleep here)
(I just wan' beat her back in)
(New chopshop, Stolos right on my block)
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0s78omQtXJxPewIVHS1Y1N | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Still Waiting - Bonus | Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
(All phone calls are subject to monitoring and recording)
Who made this shit?
(Tay Tay made the beat)
It's Lil Top
I'm reporting live, nigga, I'm reporting live from lockdown
I got four walls to myself
Sittin' inside of here, I ain't got no bail
They just want me for to fail, they don't wanna see me win at all
Know they happy that I'm gone, I guess this shit here make them proud
My youngest daughter, she caught COVID
Now a nigga wanna change, I can bet my feelings on it
Famous, but right now I'm lonely
Seem that all my hoes is phony, they just want me for a name
They just want me for my money
It's stormy now but gon' be sunny
On the phonе, it ain't much that I can tell you
Just hold me down and I promise I won't fail you
How I'm feeling, it ain't no onе I can tell it to
Who really love me? I can say a few
Mama, I'm so sorry, I can't save myself
Grandpa, just your opinion matter, it ain't no one else
Momo, I miss your love, I been tryna find myself
Don't wanna be in jail, just tell 'em I accept the chair
I'm sorry that I ain't call
I been thinking that you with someone else
We wit' it through collect call, baby
Hoping when you hear my voice that I turn you on crazy (hold on)
Smoking dro that my celly gave me
Hoping Baby Joe done found safety
'Cause I don't wanna lose no brother, I been going crazy
Heard 10 got good news and I'm still waiting
I'm still waiting on them to free a nigga, yeah
My girl act like she don't need a nigga, yeah
Even though I'm locked up you got all my time
You don't know, inside I feel like I'm dying
YoungBoy driving fast, I won't crash at all
You better keep your strap or get your head took off
I'm recording through the jail phone I'm dead raw, dead raw
Most these niggas scared to fight, they that soft, that soft
They got me wearing Bob Barker, wish I had on some VLONE
Prosecutors wanna hang me, they don't wanna see me home
I am not a bad person, please excuse the time I'm on
I just wanna raise my kids, they just wanna say I'm wrong
I'm sorry that I ain't call
I been thinking that you with someone else
We wit' it through collect call, baby
Hoping when you hear my voice that I turn you on crazy (hold on)
Smoking dro that my celly gave me
Hoping Baby Joe done found safety
'Cause I don't wanna lose no brother, I been going crazy
Heard 10 got good news and I'm still waiting
Who made this shit?
I'm still waiting on them to free a nigga, yeah
(Tay Tay made the beat)
My girl act like she don't need a nigga, yeah
Even though I'm locked up you got all my time
You don't know, inside I feel like I'm dying
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0NOz7Zjq7QCViGQth0BNyI | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Break Or Make Me | It's a cold, cold world outside, ain't on the worst crew
I ain't got no one that I can trust, I got my guard up so high
Can't even be with you
Tell me, bae, now can we please stop fighting? I need you on side me
I might lose my life tonight
Later on, I'm gon' be Maybach riding, World War III inside me
Tryna see why nothing I do ain't right (okay, okay)
He don't give a fuck about nobody but hisself, oh
He wouldn't give one dime or care if I left, oh
Know he got shit popping, but at home, he got shit going on
Leave that shit alone, let me lean, pass me my Styrofoam
Don't conversate about me with your friends
Confiscating, bring back backends
Love me right and bring back my mind
And don't never leave like ones back then
Shine right and have fun with your girls
I just wanna see you set some trends
They don't love me like way back then
Wasn't even there for me, even most my mans (Nah)
I just wanna ball out, fall off in my big home
All these drugs that I'm on from depression got me on
PO threatening one on one, just wan' be left alone
They tryna say Top wrong, they tryna say Top wrong
Smiling, been riding 'round all day, I'm loaded, now tryna fuck you in the coupe (Woo)
Next time I flood you with diamonds, I'm going extravagant, do your wrist too
Panic, I buy you a Patek, you better go tat it just like Nene too, uh
Flood my kids with diamonds like I do my crew
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me something better off?
For shit that I painted, for shit that they see
For shit that I live and the things that I breathe
They don't want me to succeed, I still ain't make it out
I see it all in my dreams (of me banging out)
Wrist rock
All these niggas, they done flip-flopped
Catch me out on scene with a big Glock
Know that I might leave out here, but I been staying up
Hoping all my pain I spilled starts one day paying off
Hope my daddy get that appeal and they let my mans out
We got a drop now, okay, load up, let's ride out
I can't take a risk without my stick, what's just my sign now?
How the fuck I'm talking 'bout, can't take a risk all by myself at all
Better not get yourself involved
It's a cold, cold world outside, ain't on the worst crew
I ain't got no one that I can trust, I got my guard up so high
I can't even be with you
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me something better off?
Oh, tell me now
Is you tryna break me or you tryna make me something better off?
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6DID018WNTgu9oYTu9n8wl | K3 | There Go Dada (feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | (Hurt, what it do?)
♪
♪
(Ayo 'Llari, this shit fye)
There go dada
There go dada
What you on, 4?
There go dada
You gotta show 'em how you came
There go dada
(K3) go!
Say that's me (that's me)
Say who you? (Who is you?)
Say I don't know you (I don't know you)
Say NBA (NBA)
Say I'm three (I'm three)
Say my mama a star ('ma star)
Say my Brother Kacey (Kacey)
Come on Kacey
Haha (Aha, ah-ah)
(Speed racing)
A-woo (ha-ha)
That's do-do, do-do, do-do
O-yo, o-go, o-yo
O-yo. o-yo, go, go, go
Want me go? (Baby)
Okay
Yeah, concentrate daddy high right now, speed race
Toys the point to have fun each way
At home 'cause out there no one safe, yeah
Go for a swim in the middle of the day
We don't want fruit we want frosted flakes
Hide from moms and stay up late
There go dada
There go dada
There go dada
There go dada
Go!
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4I0BpBubqLNq35mPgNYASm | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Territorial | She say you my territorial
(Mano)
(OG Parker)
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It's hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain't get what I deserved
30 round Drac' in a widebody
Leavе somebody's son dead in the middlе of the road
T-O-X-I-C, money all I think
Real all real dreams
Chrome Hearted shades
Gotta keep that manslaughter tucked up in my jeans
12 on the way, Redeye get away, they gon' high speed chase
I ain't gotta penetrate, that girl got some pace
She bust, I bust it back and put it all on her face
She tell me to don't go, she know I'm gon' leave
Before you know it, I put all of my clothes on and I'm gone
But, you know I'm coming back, I call your mama house my home
I'm feeling like my mind poisoned and everything I'm thinking wrong
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul
They coming for mines
Tell 'em they ain't frightening or scaring me, no
They just wanna hurt me
But they know one thing, that I'm riding with my pole
You got me there forever I'm with you
They ain't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
I'm taking trips all alone and now that I want to be with 'em
She text my phone like, "I miss you" knowing that she fuck with a nigga
Soul fighting for me for the thug in me strictly been your intentions
I get mad in a minute, my heart deep up in it
We been doing this one year, they say it's time to experience
Take a flight to explore, make sure I'm up the attendant
Before you wasted time and told a lie, you should've told me good riddance
Know it's only me behind that tint when I slide
'Cause she say she notice certain shit about my Rolls Royce
Guessing she don't only notice it's a dent in the side
Real double-R shit, I park it, switch it to my Rover
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It's hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain't get what I deserved
30 round Drac' in a widebody
Leave somebody's son dead in the middle of the road
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61ZtDz0B0y9T2u4p75xnCy | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Ain't Scared | (Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
I, wanna see another vision, vision
All I picture, in that stolo spinning, spinning (Mama know who Cub$kout is)
They want me down, I can't shake this feeling, feeling
Think what you want, I ain't even gotta say that, I'm a real nigga
Since 16, I been knocking shit off and you talk 'bout deal with 'em
I can't live my life a certain way, no
Drive that Rolls all out at night
If a shoot-out gon' go down in this bitch, can't say it won't
'Cause my life is crazy, left my old girl 'cause she play me
Deadly ever since I been a baby, but these niggas still won't slay me
I can't get my mind blown, now on Xans, my mind gone
Two girls, five lil' boys, I gotta make it home
I'm alright, don't worry, don't cry
It ain't nothing that no one could do to save my life
Ma', just know I'm your flying angel if I leave through the night
And I ain't scared
I ain't scared, every time it was up, I never ran
Living life on the edge
But I'm seeming to constantly hold on from the strength of Xans
Come from doing shows in a sprinter van
Since 16, mind had a tag
But these niggas, they still ain't kill me
Back to back, got them young niggas still spinning
Feds on my trail, got a case still pending
Take it off my mind, flood my bitch with pendants
At my grandma grave talking how I be here in a minute
Got grandaddy real estate
Bought sis the AMG, know you seen I copped that Bentley
Kendell got a Hellcat, mom got a Trackhawk with the red seats in it
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me sincerely
I'm alright, don't worry, don't cry
It ain't nothing that no one could do to save my life
Ma', just know I'm your flying angel if I leave through the night
And I ain't scared
Post, "I wanna kill myself," they bring me down
And they think I'm sad, when they think I'm hurt
When I just wanna be left alone
Ain't worried 'bout niggas
I'm that nigga in this bitch, been standing tall
She wanna be with me, but I can't, might be the reason that I fall
Titanic watch, I cannot sink
They watch my brain, they want it gone
I'm in the Northside and I ain't got my vest on
Feeling like my close friends ain't on the same thing I'm on
Plenty times they came and tried to kill me, it don't take that long
(I'm alright)
♪
I wanna see another vision, vision
All I picture, in that stolo spinning, spinning
They want me down, I can't shake this feeling, feeling
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2ErROz4iQ5iuTuJwKVtoko | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | It Ain't Over | Pipe that shit up, TnT
(Dmac on the fucking track)
♪
My name Kentrell "Top" Gaulden
It ain't over (it ain't over), 'til I say we done ('til I say we done)
I say that my money, my pain, it don't make me no better
Than no other one
Turnin' it up one, I smoke two for ten 'fore my night gone
Makin' sure these niggas die, countin' up all these M's, that's what I'm on
I got death inside my styrofoam (my styrofoam)
I pour numbers inside my cup and get the dial tone
But I can't snooze long
Chasin' money, I ain't chasin' your bullshit
I'ma take the steppin' to a whole 'nother level
I can tell you I ain't the one you wan' do it with
You done ran off, buy a whole 'nother Bezel
We ain't never makin' up, you done ruined it
Still reminiscin' what you told me
Coverin' up my feelings with the codeine
Acceptin' collect calls from the nosebleed
And I say it ain't over, 'til I say we done
Tell 'em pull up, they know I ain't never run
They know I ain't scared of them
Take the fall for all my problems
Say prayers for all my partners and 'dem
I'm gon' go buy beaucoup choppers
Play fares for to take care of them
It ain't over, 'til I say we done ('til I say we done)
I say that my money, my pain, it don't make me no better than no other one (than no other one)
And I say it ain't over 'til I say we done (I say we done)
I'm tryna take it to ten (they know I ain't never run)
Do whatever that it take for to win (they know I ain't scared of them)
I'm gon' take the fall for all my problems
Say prayers for all my partners and them
They locked in the pen
Every day, I get up, get it in
Turn it up, one notch for ten
Turnin' it up one, I smoke two for ten 'fore my night gone
Makin' sure these niggas die, countin' up all these M's, that's what I'm on
I got death inside my styrofoam (my styrofoam)
I pour numbers inside my cup and get the dial tone (the dial tone)
But I can't snooze long
Chasin' money, I ain't chasin' your bullshit
I'ma take the steppin' to a whole 'nother level
I can tell you I ain't the one you wan' do it with
You done ran off, buy a whole 'nother Bezel
We ain't never makin' up, you done ruined it
Still reminscin' what you told me
Coverin' up my feelings with the codeine
Acceptin' collect calls from the nosebleed
It ain't over, 'til I say we done
I say that my money, my pain, it don't make me no better than no other one
And I say it ain't over 'til I say we done
I'm tryna take it to ten (they know I ain't never run)
Do whatever that it take for to win (they know I ain't scared of them)
I'm gon' take the fall for all my problems
Say prayers for all my partners and 'dem
They locked in the pen
Every day, I get up, get it in
Turn it up, one notch for ten
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7741hH3Gv1RYmG3GtM20JM | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Kacey Talk | Ayy, I said that, said that drank told me
♪
Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh
Yeah (yeah, yeah), uh
Hey
New coupe, uh, take off
'Cause I know these niggas ain't gon' hear nothin'
New suit, yeah, big boss
I know I'm not hearin' not a young nigga sayin' none
Double back twice in the road, 3Three, 3Three
Bitch, it's pains all in my home, first street
Tell it all when I make a song
Long live my brother Dave, he ain't make it home, mmm
She be all on me like she need me
I don't need you at all, she believe me
She be mad e'ry time when I really ain't know
Got me posted all alone where the slums be
Lotta money on the line, what I'm goin' hard for
You don't speak with me now, go and run, you will see
New coupe, uh, take off
Could tell you that they lyin' that they sayin' they seen me
New suit, yeah, big boss
I know you nigga ain't talkin' business, I'm a big bean
P-E-R-C, yeah
Baddie on the phone, talkin' 'bout she want sexy
Told her, "Just splash whole lotta water on me"
Put it in the back while we R-A-C-E
New coupe, uh, take off
'Cause I know these n- ain't gon' hear nothin'
New suit, yeah, big boss
I know I'm not hearin' not a young nigga sayin' none
Double back twice in the road, 3Three, 3Three
Bitch, it's pains all in my home, first street
Tell it all when I make a song
Long live my brother Dave, he ain't make it home, mmm
Swift young nigga, yeah
Show them how to get the money up (hey)
Jealous young nigga, yeah
From the back, got her touchin' her toes (yeah, yeah)
I'm a big ol' player
Tryna get in her heart with no code
Tried leavin' the F-word alone
It ain't right how you usin' your tongue
Uh, made young nigga, I got mine, I ain't runnin', no
Check out how I'm livin', I just went and got another house
Millions in the bank, got another million floatin' on
One point three, each estate, add it up if you can't count
Quarter million chain, quarter million car (wow)
I know how to get it, poker in my momma house
Million dollar business, I ain't never turn it down
Me and Kacey in this bitch (yeah)
New coupe (uh), take off
'Cause I know these nigga ain't gon' hear nothin'
New suit, yeah, big boss
I know I'm not hearin' not a young nigga sayin' none
Double back twice in the road, 3Three, 3Three
Bitch, it's pains all in my home, first street
Tell it all when I make a song
Long live my brother Dave, he ain't make it home, mmm
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7jGhydOLVj84A9rKheLIu6 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Green Dot | (Pipe that shit up, TnT)
♪
(Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy)
♪
Finna rob 'em, bring the pallbearer, finna the burn 'em
You already know, finna burn 'em (yeah, yeah)
Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Put you next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
This no facade, we up the rod, we known to send shit up to God
You say it's war, I do your ass just like I done them fucking boys
Hold on say, why they tryna play like Top ain't raw
Been up inside, beef for some years but still ain't dead, he in his foreign car
PTR on me, looking like this bitch a sewing saw
Son say in my passenger seat just like a pornstar
Murder gang, two handles on that .223 like devil horns
Call the police, don't call the reverend phone (fuck that boy)
Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeah (he already dead)
Caught that nigga fumbling then they did him bad (bad, bad)
Gang baby, had to fight in jail in different parishes
Check off shit with PayPals with certain assassins
His family know we stepped on him, I wish I could spit in his casket
Fuck him, I been thuggin', and bet nan' one of you bitches still gon' touch me
This shit ain't pretty since I came in, it been ugly
I whip out my blicky, tell my bitch just for to kiss it if she love me
Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Put you next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Put you next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchet (slang that ratchet)
Wait outside his home and put shit up the fastest (let's go)
And just in case some shit get hectic, the FN tactic (tactic)
You know them hollows coming through shit soon as I blast it
I say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad home
Make sure that I got "Gravedigger" engraved in my tombstone (yeah, yeah)
Them pistols beating up off a beat, since he wanna make a song (song)
Tell him I'm that same nigga with holes in my shoes walkin' around
Fuck it, we gon' knock him down (ha)
Green dot, millionaire up in the Cutlass and this bitch not T top (nigga, yeah)
Jumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reefer
I am not no rapper, I'm your fucking teacher
Bloody nigga, walk in cocaine white tryna turn up the meter
Talk your shit, you gon' lose your life the same day I meet you
This that real right shit can't keep cool say five soon as I swung that heater
This that hitchhike shit, pallbearers bring him out, drag him to the reaper
Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
Dump shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, whip down, draw down on you, what you saying?
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0462x6U040l1W0FXqPmsD5 | Mike WiLL Made-It | What That Speed Bout!? | EarDrummers
It's the motherfuckin' queen (30, you a fool for this one)
NBA YoungBoy, let's go
Oh-oh, mm, mm (Mike WiLL, Mike WiLL)
Can't do buying all the bottles, that you can't do
'Posed to be shining, but she notice that my chain do
Late night sex, I want see what that mouth do
Yeah, bounce that ass, do it how your mama taught you
Real made nigga from the trenches, do no pimpin'
I got seven figures bouncin' in the car, it look like switches, uh
Let's have a drink out, after that, we can leave out
I leave the club, drivin' fast, baby, what that speed 'bout?
If you keep it real, say your needs, I'll pay the cost
Ten thousand for her to go shopping, ain't nothin' to worry 'bout
If it's a problem, get it poppin', blow the curb out
I spend the whole day wit' you, layin' in the loft
Not one, not two
Girl, you, I wanna see you take it off
Yeah, I'm e'rything you heard 'bout
Tryna see what your world 'bout, word of mouth
Can't do buying all the bottles, that you can't do
'Posed to be shining, but she notice that my chain do
Late night sex, I want see what that mouth do
Yeah, bounce that ass, do it how your mama taught you
Real made nigga from the trenches, do no pimpin'
I got seven figures bouncin' in the car, it look like switches, uh
Let's have a drink out, after that, we can leave out
I leave the club, drivin' fast, baby, what that speed 'bout?
Ayo, throw that bag, I'm a bad lil' bitch, nigga
Got every ex nigga mad and they big bitter
Diamonds on the chain, blingin' off my tits, nigga
I hit his phone, he gon' curve her like a pitch, nigga (ooh)
Word to me, pussy good, so he been hooked (mmm)
If he got seen out with me, it's a big look
Word to Pop, body smokin' like a big blunt
Some big dick only thing that a bitch want
Left the lot with a big body, thick thot
All my niggas in the spot, you could get got
This that .40 vaccine, you could get shot
Since you wanna be stuntin' like a big shot (brrt)
This that pretty little joint from the southside
Fuck a quarantine, all my niggas outside
If I'm sittin' on your face, keep your mouth wide
Nigga, go hard, but be gentle with my chocha
Can't do buying all the bottles, that you can't do
'Posed to be shining, but she notice that my chain do
Late night sex, I want see what that mouth do
Yeah, bounce that ass, do it how your mama taught you
Real made nigga from the trenches, do no pimpin'
I got seven figures bouncin' in the car, it look like switches, uh
Let's have a drink out, after that, we can leave out
I leave the club, drivin' fast, baby, what that speed 'bout?
Skrrt, vroom, she tell me "Face it", I face it
I say "This metal that you ridin', please cherish, don't break it"
You wanna be my girl? Be real, you get put in that placement
I'm in here with my boy Mike WiLL
I meant to say that's who made it (Mike WiLL Made-It)
Uh, ooh, came through swervin' through
In a brand new coupe, with some Forgiato shoes
Real nigga, Blues Clues
If you sleep on that money, then you lose
I don't snooze, you a fool, I'm the truth
Can't do buying all the bottles, that you can't do
'Posed to be shining, but she notice that my chain do
Late night sex, I want see what that mouth do
Yeah, bounce that ass, do it how your mama taught you
Real made nigga from the trenches, do no pimpin'
I got seven figures bouncin' in the car, it look like switches, uh
Let's have a drink out, after that, we can leave out
I leave the club, drivin' fast, baby, what that speed 'bout?
EarDrummers
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1nTYomYbsenopasW7KTnr1 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | How I Been | Pipe that shit up, TnT
♪
RellyMade
Countin' money, workin' on myself
That's if you wonder how I been, I been
Wishin' if you there with someone else
I hope they love you like I did, I did
Say you love me but you can't
The shit you do for me, for another nigga, you do the same
I can't hold on, plus these critics bloggin' my name
I'm tryna move on, I'm not with your lies and with your games
She tried to fake a baby, I ain't trippin' 'bout that
Girl, I want your love
Them hoes wasn't as real as us
So I don't give a fuck
DC Blizzy turnt up at the club, okay, okay
Don't fuck with that, that's my bae
I say, don't fuck with that, that's my bae
Oh, you the main freak? Bring her ass my way (my way)
Your name could make tat' three times on my face
Hold my styrofoam, speedin' on the highway (ooh)
No party on a Friday, check that money like five ways
Can't listen to what I say, bitch, you know I need you
Just wanna please you from behind, just wanna' beat you
Soon as you throw it back, I go in deep, too
Now it's time to put my clothes on, I don't wanna leave you
Vision your face, as I be with somebody
Every move that I make, I be wantin' you on side me
Oh, why you ain't advise me?
I'm tryna make sure that my head on
Instead, you tellin' me I'm dead wrong
Part you, not all was me (no blame, no pain)
We're not doin' right, don't we all agree?
(But who should feel shame?)
Point you out, always me (no blame, no pain)
We're not doin' right don't we all agree?
(But who should feel shame?)
Got my burner on so they won't play me (yeah)
Put that Buddha print on and it make me think about Blasian
I need you to save me, these hoes tryna raid me (go)
Just like you the cops hoe, you gotta chase me
In May you know I'll change the weather
All these foreigns be matching
Real nigga gon' do it better, even though IRS tax me
I say, "That that Motorsport, Supercross can't jack me"
I say, "Fuck that KTM, I want Kawasaki" (yeah, yeah)
Countin' money, workin' on myself
That's if you wonder how I been, I been
Wishin' if you there with someone else
I hope they love you like I did, I did
Vision your face, as I be with somebody
Every move that I make, I be wantin' you on side me
Oh, why you ain't advise me?
I'm tryna make sure that my head on
Instead, you tellin' me I'm dead wrong
Part you, not all was me (no blame, no pain)
We're not doin' right, don't we all agree?
(But who should feel shame?)
Point you out, always me (no blame, no pain)
We're not doin' right don't we all agree?
(But who should feel shame?)
(Get you off my mind, I can't get you off my mind)
♪
(Get you off my mind, I can't get you off my mind)
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2yD0lloeoPRxKx8pOij9Dr | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | The Story of O.J. (Top Version) | Uh, I'm ready
I had to tell these bitch-ass niggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy
Northside 38
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (still nigga)
My skin is black (still nigga)
My-
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Still nigga (that's me, what they talkin' bout?)
Still nigga
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why your favorite rapper so fake-influenced
Telling you he gon' do things, that he
Never wasn't gon' do, that's the Mandela Effect
'Til the kids don't understand shit they do
What the fuck you doing?
These bitch-ass niggas still gon' criticize it 'cause they don't understand
Fuck you gon' criticize a made man? (You a bitch)
Bitch-ass nigga gon' go to the grave playing with this
I been said it and I'ma stand on it
Thought I was the biggest boss having all my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as my pack had weighed up, the fuck?
My nigga was my favorite chef 'til the dish was fucked up
I guess somewhere was leftovers, the buyer said the food was stepped on too much
The Shade Room was posting things, they ain't understand how I'm living, slime
But they wouldn't understand how I'm twenty clockin' over ten million now, huh?
I seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (fuck it)
This shit ain't no fugazi, I'm tryna convince Fee to tell Reginae
How big the shit gon' be if we have a baby
But I'm serious, though (I'm serious)
We made a god, so no one is crazy
But the man thinkin' he get ten percent from me
Allowing him to allow someone else to pay me, dumb bitch
Fuck it, hit the kill switch, making sure it's over with
Aim and blow the bitch, strapped down, soldier shit, never be no more of this
Tighter than the one knockin' down buildings, 911
Riding down Canal with a PTR, bitch, it be mistaken for a MAC-11
Tell me what his soul say, let the song play with them open doors in heaven
My youngin' just sold a seven, I just put ten on that pussy bitch who tellin'
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Shit, still nigga (oh, they don't like that, huh?)
Bitch-ass nigga, still nigga, Top
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him (I'ma talk to 'em)
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
(You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma preach like a preacher)
Still nigga, that's me (I'ma sing to these motherfuckers)
Still nigga (You feel me? Say let that thing blow)
Got enough money, I can get it by the bale, score, I need more to sell
Tryna buy land, need another property for to hide it if it's stale
Been leavin' dead bodies where my mama I grew up, got the police on my trail
Preventin' them dead homis, I kept going hard, I blew up up out this world
How you think I feel jumping out that Rolls with my son seeing that?
Shoot this big strap right where unc' at, hidin', wherever they want it, just send that
He a made nigga, tote a hundred rounds, probably bootin' up off a ten pack
With a bitch with him probably in love with one of his brothers, she ain't never seen that
Niggas scheming, I just sit back
You've been scoping, we gon' blitz that
You best believe this that pure motherfuckin' codeine, this ain't no cognac
On the block, leave 'em stretched out, opp lurkin' 'til the morning
Talkin', soon the sun come in, nigga run in, crack his dome in
Then we pull off in the SRT, that's my nigga Herm girl with me
Convicted felon rollin', smokin' all morning with another five years on my hip
These niggas hoes, I know it, come around this way, we bound to show it
I'm in this bitch with killers and I see they face and the whole city know it
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Skin is black (shit, still nigga)
My skin is black (still nigga)
My-
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member (talk that)
Still nigga (it's me, 4KTrey, fuck they talkin' 'bout?)
Still nigga
Ha-ha, I'm fucked up
You heard me? I wasn't even 'posed to come in here sweet, bitch, you made me sweet
Get it right on 'em
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2njoi6yM86QQwYnfyKjQzH | Rich The Kid | Nobody Safe | I'll tell ya
Bitch, don't turn me down (Painkid got all the sauce)
I put a M in the safe (M)
I put the racks in her face (racks)
I give her a bag 'cause she bae (give her a bag)
I blow a bag today (I blow a bag today)
Artificial, niggas fake (fake)
We gon' put 'em on a plate (plate)
Choppa singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody safe
In a Lamb' (in a Lamb') with a dirty Drac'
Speedin' through the lights (lights), ain't even in no race (race)
Put a million in a safe just in case shit don't go straight (go straight)
I put a Birkin in her face soon as I pull up late
I just wanna pull up late
Stick talk, we known to spray
We'll slide 'bout anything
I woke up to Mary K
I just made a hundred K
I'm spillin' drank in the Wraith
Balmain, ball game, nigga, play some games
Fuck around, get shot in your face (bah, bah, bah)
I'll put the M's in the safe the fastest
You wrote a check, but you can't cash it (woo)
Bought a Lamb' and I bet you can't pass it (skrrt)
Wack her husband like Carole Baskin
In the kitchen, made the bricks do magic
Plug callin', make it stretch like elastic (plug)
When we drop, they gon' call this a classic
Take a bitch to the park like Jurassic (Jurassic)
Flexin' on these bitches like wow (like wow)
Got a hundred-fifty on me right now (right now)
All this money, I could never pipe down (pipe down)
Bitch, don't turn me down (rich)
I put a M in the safe (M)
I put the racks in her face (racks)
I give her a bag 'cause she bae (give her a bag)
I blow a bag today (I blow a bag today)
Artificial, niggas fake (fake)
We gon' put 'em on a plate (plate)
Choppa singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody safe
Niggas be cappin', they not your partners (cap)
I fell asleep with the choppa (grrah)
Hit a scene like the opera (opera)
Leave a nigga in the doctor (doctor)
I put the racks in her face
The bank gon' overload, but the haul in the safe
If you're scared, go to church, be like Mase (Mase)
Rich Forever got the money like Chase (like Chase)
Yeah, yeah, nobody safe (yeah, yeah)
A pussy bitch could get erased
This choppa singin' just like Drake (yeah)
Don't want no friends 'cause they be fake
The Richard Mille look like a lake (Richie)
On the plane, I'm just like steak
We ain't never take no breaks
I wake up, blow a bag today
I put a M in the safe (M)
I put the racks in her face (racks)
I give her a bag 'cause she bae (give her a bag)
I blow a bag today (I blow a bag today)
Artificial, niggas fake (fake)
We gon' put 'em on a plate (plate)
Choppa singin' like it's Drake (grrah)
Ain't nobody safe
In a Lamb' (in a Lamb') with a dirty Drac'
Speedin' through the lights (lights), ain't even in no race (race)
Put a million in a safe just in case shit don't go straight (go straight)
I put a Birkin in her face soon as I pull up late
I just wanna pull up late
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3DhQknNJsPtkRj1D7bxjvl | Rich The Kid | No Flash | Just the money, just the money
♪
My diamonds, they dancing, need no flash (need no flash, yeah)
Never Broke Again, bitch, I got cash (I got cash, yeah)
I make it rain on these hoes (hoes), back then I was so broke
And then I got the bankroll (bankroll, bankroll, I got the bankroll)
Look at me, young nigga fresher than
All new hundreds (all new hundreds, go)
No looking at people to see how a
Nigga be comin' (how a nigga be comin')
I got racks, I need more, keep it comin', yeah (keep it comin')
I keep distance from these bitches and
They come find me, yeah (they come find me)
I put relationships on the wall
Tryna gimme your shit, I will never fall
I got more money than all of y'all
(I got more money than all of y'all)
We done, you won't show up on roll call
I'm telling her come pull up to the house
Everything here big
Ain't nothing small (everything here big, ain't nothing small), woo
My diamonds, they dancing, need no flash (need no flash, yeah)
Never Broke Again, bitch, I got cash (I got cash, yeah)
I make it rain on these hoes (hoes), back then I was so broke
And then I got the bankroll (bankroll, bankroll)
My diamonds, they shine in the dark
No need for a flashlight (need for a flashlight)
These niggas and bitches be hatin' but I
Got the cash right (I got the cash right)
Red bottoms, got my bitch drippin', good Act' what I'm still sippin'
In the back, got your bitch whippin'
Got rich but I'm still flippin' (flippin')
My diamonds
They dancing just like breezy, baby (just like Breezy, baby)
Sippin' so much lean, I feel like Weezy, baby (Tunechi)
Turn around then she gettin' to clappin'
Rollie on me, get to doin' the flashin' (Rollie)
They get the picture
Ain't no need for a caption
(Get the picture, ain't no need for a caption, Rich)
My diamonds, they dancing, need no flash (need no flash, yeah)
Never Broke Again, bitch, I got cash (I got cash, yeah)
I make it rain on these hoes (Hoes), back then I was so broke
And then I got the bankroll (Bankroll, bankroll), woo
My diamonds, they dancing, need no flash (need no flash, yeah)
Never Broke Again, bitch, I got cash (I got cash, yeah)
I make it rain on these hoes (hoes), back then I was so broke
And then I got the bankroll (bankroll, bankroll)
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108I14Gq6OlXJxMEWgh9d4 | Rich The Kid | You Bad | (Lacoste James!)
Yeah, yeah (and you know we never goin' broke)
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh (big, big bag)
Mm, mm (they know what I'm on)
4KTrey (Ayo 'Llari, this shit fire)
I just pulled up in that coupe (I don't even wanna say too much)
Yeah, shit
Ice and a foreign thing
You know I ain't got no cut on me, mane (racks in, mm-mm)
I said, "You bad"
Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash
Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school
Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes
I wasn't legalized, I was dirty since a juvenile
Yeah, he can try, from the sky, I'll get him euthanized
I got money for a show, I'm at 150 now
So NBA, I can't go broke, I'm rich, got millions now (rich)
Pulling up back-to-back, the Rolls-Royce, the truck, we the richest
So NBA, I put the Forgis on the Bentley
I got, ooh, ooh, she bad, get her Birkin when she get mad
I'm flyin' with these racks, I vacuum seal this cash
Vacuum seal the cash, that money skeet up
We draw down, won't freeze, all I know is throw them B's up
We be spending that money, we get it and stack it, old broke-ass niggas, keep up
I be popping that X like they relaxants, 24, I be T'd up
I said, "You bad"
Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash
Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school
Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes
I went plain jane
Then bust down your main thing
We tryin' to maintain
I went and copped the whole thang
Damn, that bitch so bad and plus, I love the way she walk
I just got that bag, I'm on a jet to drop it off (drop it off)
Drop it off, pick it up
I was broke as a youngin' and chasing those hunnids, yeah, I had to get it up
In the car with them gunners, we pulling up on 'em, you know we gon' hit it up
Them VVS diamonds all over the planet, wherever I'm sending her
Michael Jackson bad
Ooh, ooh, I let her do the dash
I was on a Perc', might fuck around and crash
When I make love to the money, I be making 'em mad
I might buy a bag
I said, "You bad"
Vacuum seal remove some of the air to hide this cash
Choppers burstin', I got, uh, uh, I'm rich, I ain't go to school
Came up from the bricks, I had rocks all in my shoes
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13mPDke1bFw3xWcDkj1HJp | Rich The Kid | Bankroll | It's Budda Beats
♪
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich)
Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
With a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
They gon' go out, can't save 'em, no need for the preach
And my shooters maneuver, no lock on the leash
Say you loyal, dishonor, no, fuck it, you keep
You a bitch, I'm a sinner, no way you could teach
I'ma jump out and walk and let Rich park the Benz
Every green flag go up when I do the arena
I ain't bringing 'em up, they wasn't down when I needed
I got millions, that mean I don't know how to treat her
I ain't nothing like that
They be stalling, but I'm all in, oh yeah
Put an M on that
I don't call them, you just calling, that's fact
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich)
Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
With a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
Two Rolls Royce trucks, that's two brothers
Fuck her on the bed but not under covers
Say he rapping, he ain't trapping, but he really undercover
We ain't stressing 'bout the money, buy a Bentley for my mother
Nah, for real, they was hating way before the deal
She bad, want Birkin and Prada heels
Popped a pill
Diamonds on me, they Holyfield
That's my brother, yeah for real, he can get a mil'
Niggas capping like they stepping, they ain't in the field
Bankroll, walk with a hundo
So much money, had to stuff it in the condo
Bankroll, whole lotta hundos
In the trap, they deliver like Dominos
Nah for real we got paper like Kinkos
You a shrimp, I took your bitch to Pappadeaux
We gon' stick to the money like Velcro
'Member back when I couldn't get an elbow
Now I got these bitches wetter than a speedboat
They was tryna book a show, but they can't pay the quote (Rich)
Not an order, 'fore they see me at the booth, pay a fee
I'ma walk on stage with a whole lotta water
With a whole lotta drip on me
Glock hanging out my side and my pockets 50 each
Leave a stain in the street, never talkin' 'bout the beef
You the kind never speak, you the one that I kick
Leave him dead on the scene say day as I breach
Real demons in my head with some blood on my feet
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5JXAFhn7cDrXevv7OHyUoo | Rich The Kid | Automatic | DY Krazy
♪
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it
My niggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin' it
Fresher than a manneq'
All this money make you panic
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it
I bring them cars out, nigga
I made it straight up out them trenches
Ever since, go all out winnin'
VVS's in all our pendants
I gave shawty Chanel filled with Bеnjis
I ain't know she'll ball out and spend it
When I see it, no waitin', I'm divin' in it
If you want it, you got it, don't do thе lendin'
In the back of the 'Bach with the richest linen
I got fifty, nothin' less stickin' out the glizzy
Got the latest Goyard with them bodies in it
From the front of the yard, I could dot a nigga
From the top of the bleed, I could spot a nigga
You know that I'm on it, you know that I'm holdin' it
Ain't no way, and if you play, I'ma pop a nigga
I ain't doin' no time, forever I'm chosen
Quit throwin' them B's with a hundred pistols
But Quando my nigga, forever we rollin'
I'm twenty right now, been inside the system
I done ran it way up, nigga, I'm fully loaded
Bitch, I pull up, nigga
Fresher than a manneq' (Oh, oh, oh)
All this money make you panic (Oh, oh, oh)
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks,
She let me have it (She let me have it, let me have it)
All these foreigns automatic ('Matic)
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish
And I done fell in love with all
This money, I wan' marry it (Marry it)
My niggas in the feds,
They almost had it, they was grabbin' it (Grabbin' it, woo)
Money automatic, racks, I gotta have it (Racks)
Talk about the cash, I'm a fuckin' addict (What?)
And your bitch on my dick, she a dick fanatic
She flexible, just might be acrobatic (Flexible)
I'ma ball out with it (Ball out)
Don't need the rubber, she comin' with it (Comin' with it)
She a freaky-ass bitch, let three hit it (Three hit it)
Pull up in the Lamb', that's three-fifty (No cap)
All these foreigns in my yard, she gon' fuck me in the car
'Cause she know that I'm a sta-a-a-ar
Kill the pussy, I'ma stab it (Stab it)
See the money, gotta grab it (Woo)
You do too much hatin', that's a bad habit (Rich)
Fresher than a manneq' (Oh, oh, oh)
All this money make you panic (Oh, oh, oh)
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks,
She let me have it (She let me have it, let me have it)
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish (Lavish)
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it
My niggas in the feds,
They almost had it, they was grabbin' it (Grabbin' it)
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6xzIQLra6UwHj51bK8TaTi | Rich The Kid | So Sorry | Hurt, what it do?
♪
Ayo, 'Llari, this shit fire
I just got my granddad into real estate
Sent my baby mama fifty thousand,
make sure my daughter's straight, yeah
I go rent a Wraith then ride around L.A.
Tryna come up with a plan to save more of what I make, mm, uh
Sit and visualize, I need this pint by tomorrow, yeah
She don't take my cup, she know there's drank on my heart, yeah
Different type of flex, I like to buy and don't post cars, yeah
Stay by smoke, die life in fast lane, mama, I'm so sorry
Counters on, lights off, yeah, ah-ah
Conversate a lot with the devil, I could swear I ain't your child
Leave the bank, what's in the bag? Whole lotta lies
Lotta shit went on that's truly wrong, I had to make it right
Ain't buyin' no more chains,
I'm buyin' real estate (I'm buyin' real estate)
Don't need no more friends,
'cause your intentions fake (You're really fake)
Movin' too fast, I had to hit the brake (Skrrt)
Never goin' broke, we gon' hit the bank (Hit the bank)
Don't touch my cup, that ease the pain (Ease the pain)
Don't touch my racks, that'll leave you stained (Leave you stained)
Tryna make another four milli' by tomorrow ('Morrow)
Tryna sign a young nigga, turn him to a star (Star)
Too blessed, gotta share the blessings (Share the blessings)
Say a prayer, got a few confessions
If they playin', we gon' have to stretch 'em
Pour a six in my cup, lil' Gresham (Rich)
I just got my granddad into real estate
Sent my baby mama fifty thousand,
make sure my daughter's straight, yeah
I go rent a Wraith then ride around L.A.
Tryna come up with a plan to save more of what I make, mm, uh
Sit and visualize, I need this pint by tomorrow, yeah
She don't take my cup, she know there's drank on my heart, yeah
Different type of flex, I like to buy and don't post cars, yeah
Stay by smoke, die life in fast lane, mama, I'm so sorry
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5uA6k6kDVyW4cZ7OL8CLvO | Rich The Kid | Sex | 12Hunna on the beat
♪
Bought that 'Claren, bought that 'Claren
She just wanna, yeah, she just wanna
Sex, sex, all the time, yeah
She just wanna have sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (come over)
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (ayy, help me out here)
She just wanna have sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
She just wanna have sex (sex)
I don't want no cover, yeah
She say I'm the best, bitch, you cap 'cause I ain't do her, shit
Ten, she want Percocet, COD and Percs offset
Clearing out shit that you survey with
Red everything, that's a big B 'Vette
Probably swing too hard with the bat, so catch
I ain't doing no fucking on her and her friend
You know I go neck for the neck
Me and Rich talkin' that off the neck (bitch)
Popped them capsules, come straight out her hand
Early departure, no calling us back
What you wanting? I'm wanting the same
That nigga pure water, I only want tap
She just wanna have sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (come over)
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (ayy, help me out here)
She just wanna have sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
She just wanna have sex, sex (sex)
I just want the neck, neck (neck)
Heard you cuffing on her, she be fucking for a check, check (for a check, check)
Pop a X pill, that pussy wet, wet, wet, wet
Fuck her with my chains on, like Juelz, I Dipset
She bringing her friends, that's a bet (a bet)
On the pill, take off like a 'Vette (a 'Vette)
I'm going just for the neck (neck)
She tryna bust like a TEC
She told me the pussy gettin' wet (gettin' wet)
She wanna have sex, sex (sex)
Open your mouth, I'll make a mess
Leave a baby on your chest (what)
She just wanna have sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (come over)
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex (ayy, help me out here)
She just wanna have sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
Sex, sex, sex, sex, sex, sex
She just wanna have sex, sex
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4xy7XageX1m7ISA2SvdgMc | Rich The Kid | Doors Up | Pull up, lift my doors up (yeah, yeah)
And the whole club froze up (oh-oh, oh)
And how I walk, damn, they keep watchin', I'm shinin', they know us, but don't know us
I got bitches who peeking who chose us 'cause we showed up
I'm just vibin', but diamonds dance on my watches, I'm so froze up
Don't want no problems, I'm coolin', but got them sticks all on my tour bus
Why they be acting like they know us? (Know us)
She see the Lamb', then she chose up (she chose up, skrrt, skrrt)
They pay a buck 50, I might show up (might show up)
My bitch, she slim back but got D cups (got D cups)
You fuckin' with them same niggas that never gon' slide (slide)
I spent 350 on the Lamb', I need some more tires (tires)
We ain't fucking with them bitches, we need some more vibes (vibes)
When we pull up on the scene, it's a homicide (it's a homicide)
Hit Eliantte, now I'm froze up (froze up)
I smell the money, hold my nose up (I hold my nose up)
Them niggas hatin', we gon' go up (we gon' go up when we show up)
Just bought the Hellcat to do donuts (skrrt)
Pull up, lift my doors up (yeah, yeah)
And the whole club froze up (oh-oh, oh)
And how I walk, they keep watchin', I'm shinin', they know us, but don't know us
I got bitches who peeking who chose us 'cause we showed up
I'm just vibin', but diamonds dance on my watches, I'm so froze up
Don't want no problems, I'm coolin', but got them sticks all on my tour bus
Diamonds hittin', you could see 'em out of space (out of space)
I roll my dope up while my bitch gon' drive the Wraith (yeah)
We just pulled up outside the club, and it's late (and it's late)
My bro said he was 'bout to leave, I told him wait (ayy, hold on)
I'm tryna walk in flexing strong, like who wan' leave with a nigga? (Yeah)
This slime business got these bitches wanna bleed with a nigga (facts)
I ain't catchin' eye contact, not on it, I don't blink at these niggas (I don't)
'Cause once I flash, I'm gon' get mad and probably lead one of these niggas (bah, bah, bah)
Plus I'm so drunk, I cannot walk, I want her friend and she want Rich
Come from the slums, but you would not notice, put VV's on my wrist
I cannot judge, keep it one hunnid, probably sneeze on that bitch
Ain't satisfied, I want that money, love ain't nowhere on my list
Pull up, lift my doors up (yeah, yeah)
And the whole club froze up (oh-oh, oh)
And how I walk, they keep watchin', I'm shinin', they know us, but don't know us
I got bitches who peeking who chose us 'cause we showed up
I'm just vibin', but diamonds dance on my watches, I'm so froze up
Don't want no problems, I'm coolin', but got them sticks all on my tour bus
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61qCOFYVc2N2No5F8EWrOC | Rich The Kid | Woke Up | (Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Woke up, bought a Patek (Patek), I'm a ice fanatic (ice)
We ain't goin' broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (what?)
When I signed the deal, I copped the Maybach then I matte it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch 'em out in traffic (fuck 'em)
I'm in the smoke zone, fuck with me, that's how you die wrong (let's go)
Them checks gon' come long, callin' in straight from the dial tone (brr)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon' stand up (Rich)
I ran them racks up, check how a nigga done came up
I bet a hundred, he couldn't put up 50
I'm drivin' real fast with a pint on the seat (pint on the seat)
I sent them youngins to tear up the city
'Cause niggas was claimin' they want it with me (want it with me)
I put a bundle of hundreds on top of his head
They ain't want to take it from me
If I point it, they dumpin', they sprayin' for me
When it's war and they runnin', we lay in the street
But fuck it, let's talk how a nigga be stuntin'
These niggas keep tryin', fail to do it like me
They'll go on the net and they be talkin' reckless
But really, these niggas be scared of me (whoa)
Fuck all that talkin', your head for keeps (whoa)
How these diamonds be shinin', you ain't gotta see
When you see me, I'm thuggin', it's bloody with me (true)
Blow that strap back to back, I'ma tear up the street
Woke up, bought a Patek (Patek), I'm a ice fanatic (ice)
We ain't goin' broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (what?)
When I signed the deal, I copped the Maybach then I matte it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch 'em out in traffic (fuck 'em)
I'm in the smoke zone, fuck with me, that's how you die wrong (that's how you die wrong)
Them checks gon' come long, callin' in straight from the dial tone (checks)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon' stand up (up, up)
I ran them racks up, check how a nigga done came up (Rich)
I bought a patty-cake
On my left wrist, you could fuckin' skate
Pop a Perky, then I elevate
The way she suckin', I might crash the Wraith (skrrt)
Run to the money, I'm racin' (I'm racin')
YB in the cut like Jason (like Jason)
Burn a nigga like bacon
Them niggas ain't slime, they fakin'
It's an opp, we gon' shoot up the spot
Rich Forever, I'm a boy with a knot
You a freak, you gon' suck it or not?
Want the money 'cause I love it a lot
New foreign, bitch, it's straight out the lot
Old hundreds, tryna get 'em to rot
That's your bitch, she can't come to the spot
When I get the money, it comes straight up the top
Woke up, bought a Patek (Patek), I'm a ice fanatic (ice)
We ain't goin' broke, bitch, we got hundreds in the attic (what?)
When I signed the deal, I copped the Maybach then I matte it (I did)
Fuck them niggas, we gon' catch 'em out in traffic (fuck 'em)
I'm in the smoke zone, fuck with me, that's how you die wrong (that's how you die wrong)
Them checks gon' come long, callin' in straight from the dial tone (checks)
The money done ran up, all the real niggas gon' stand up (up, up)
I ran them racks up, check how a nigga done came up (Rich)
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