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0rvVfseiPDzCt1eRbQmqDI | Rich The Kid | Rings On | Mm, mm-mm-mm-mm-mm (Guwap$)
(This perfect time, ho)
You deserve to shine, please put this chain on
I don't care what they say, I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these diamonds set by each stone
I know I got your love, I'm from the streets, so can you show me?
Order that bag, uh-huh, blow that cash, oh, woah
I been hustlin' with my brothers in the streets
No, I ain't mean to make you mad, uh-uh, make you sad, oh no
I wish that I had you at the funeral, couldn't cry, man,
I just laugh (You was in the skies), I ain't have no one to hold
And you deserve the world like it's my all
Flex on these hoes for me
Now, baby, can you please put this chain on?
Cut my hoes off, yeah, put my ring on, yeah
Hittin' her from the back, that's why I play Big B song
I just left from out the house and came back like at three somethin'
Came back, she ain't make no smile,
My first thought she seein' someone
I ain't lettin' that shit fuck with my mind, I go roll up me some
I don't wanna let you see me cry, I'm tryna go follow up me some
You told me that time after time, it's gon' take time for the learning
Tell all these hoes I been wanting, fly out and burn up our earnings
You deserve to shine, please put this chain on
I don't care what they say, I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these diamonds set by each stone
I know I got your love, I'm from the streets,
So can you show me? Order that bag, uh-huh, blow that cash, oh, woah
I been hustlin' with my brothers in the streets
No, I ain't mean to make you mad, uh-uh, make you sad, oh no
You deserve to shine, Eliantte chain on
I put real V's on 'em, Birkin match her pink stones
She love me ridin', fuck me good, no, she can't do no wrong
Flooded the Audemars Piguet and, yeah, she drippin' chrome
Been cuttin' my hoes off, put that ring on
She hit me on her FaceTime, like, "Baby, come home"
You can have my password, could go through my phone
These hoes be knowin' they wrong, I tell 'em, "Leave me alone," oh
You a blessin', yeah (Blessin', yeah)
Thankin' God for you, I had to say a prayer (Had to say a prayer)
Buy a big crib in the hills, nigga, no cheap home (Cheap home)
Drop another mansion on a ring, nigga, no cheap stone
You deserve to get your shine on
You deserve to shine, please put this chain on
I don't care what they say, I put that ring on
Check out how these chicks be matchin' outfits made by VLONE
This ain't no cheap love, these diamonds set by each stone
I know I got your love, I'm from the streets,
So can you show me? Order that bag, uh-huh, blow that cash, oh, woah
I been hustlin' with my brothers in the streets
No, I ain't mean to make you mad, uh-uh, make you sad, oh no
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6NNl0FxxdFaxQ1Ce9USbBu | Rich The Kid | Took A Risk (feat. Quando Rondo) | (Damn, Pliz, there go your tag)
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli'
Young nigga, that's way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young nigga, that ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Nigga, check how I'm spinning my block, the engine
These niggas ain't keepin' up (No)
And these bitches ain't flashing for nothin' (No)
And these niggas won't run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I'm rich
I can't miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I'm the shit (Uh, uh)
And a nigga gon' learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
Nigga, I spent nothin' but hundreds on this chain and my 'fit
Keep the racks on me, I got a hundred pack (Hundred pack)
Ride 'round in thе Rolls Royce or the Cadillac (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Foreign bitchеs, G-Wagon all black
When we speaking on the money, all facts (All facts)
Y'all niggas just be rapping all cap (Cap)
I was rapping on the stage with the
Strap (Run up, you gonna get capped)
I done took some risk, yeah
Quarter milli' for the diamonds, they glist'
Bitch bad, I could give her a kiss
Fuck an opp, we scratch your name out the list (Fuck an opp)
When I slide with the trouble, can't miss (When I slide)
Canary yellow, I got my diamonds on piss
Throw a fuckin' train when I bang on a bitch (Rich)
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli'
Young nigga, that's way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young nigga, that ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Nigga, check how I'm spinning my block, the engine
These niggas ain't keepin' up (No)
And these bitches ain't flashing for nothin' (No)
And these niggas won't run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I'm rich
I can't miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I'm the shit (Uh, uh)
And a nigga gon' learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
Nigga, I spent nothin' but hundreds on this chain and my 'fit (Q)
Say I spent the whole fifty for racks on her titties
But she say I play too much (Oh, damn)
Had to take a big risk, had the Glock in the Bentley
They play, then we spray this bitch up (Grrah)
Every day a new killin' when you in the trenches
'Cause that's just the way we was raised up
'Round my neck and my wrist, got a whole half a million
Could've went out and bought me a Wraith truck
Ayy, big 33, Timmy bang Scottie Pippen
Slangin' Miami Heat from the 3rd to his village
Blue I painted my toilet, I stay on some Crip shit
Nigga spoke on Lil Sosa, we emptied them clips quick
I just copped a tennis chain, Serena Williams, plenty rocks (Ayy)
One hundred and fifty, lil' bullet Big Billy
You play, then your brains'll get bust
A hundred, one fifty, two hundred, one milli'
Young nigga, that's way too much (Way too much)
We be ready to hit it, the way we be living
Young nigga, that ain't enough (Ain't enough)
Nigga, check how I'm spinning my block, the engine
These niggas ain't keepin' up (No)
And these bitches ain't flashing for nothin' (No)
And these niggas won't run up on Band
Took a risk, I look like a lick now, bitch, I'm rich
I can't miss, diamonds look like buckets on my wrist
Yeah, I'm the shit (Uh, uh)
And a nigga gon' learn, like fuck it, everything too legit
Nigga, I spent nothin' but hundreds on this chain and my 'fit
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6vuzzBnakGYyAYP2LSicEZ | Rich The Kid | Body Bag (feat. Lil Wayne) | Ayy, yo, that's Dre
Dubba-A flexing
Yeah, big gang
Louie Bandz made another one
This is the sound
I got dope inside my cup, I think I poured too much
No Instagram, told that bitch don't come around me postin' that
Assassination-like style, I won't show you nothin'
Originated 38 Baby, you wan' bang with me, then blow you somethin'
Nigga, fuck you
I don't own you nothin', I'll show your ass how that lead feel
I've been thuggin' outside the north
Runnin' around the town going on seven years
Say you 'bout that, nigga, sho' you is
Bitch, it's up there when I say it is
On my gang, baby mama shed tears
Daddy somewhere serving over fifty years
You know me, then you know I keep a steel
I'll pop his ass, do this shit for real
Been that boy since I was a child
I ain't showing tires, they ain't know how I feel
I'll step on a nigga ass
Nigga make me mad, don't stop until he killed
My mama know I'm thugging, it get ugly, lay me in Winnfield, oh yeah
Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead
I go by top, if he go up, I bring 'em down straight to this bed
Aimin' for real, ain't got no chill
Most niggas ride on me, they be scared
Pop your cap as fast you pop a pill
I know these niggas better be ready
Pop your cap 'cause if you're playing with the gang, we leave him dead
He was flexin' for the 'Gram, we pullin' up like, "What you sayin'?"
Body bag, toe tag me a nigga
Can't play with 4KTrey, you'll have your baby mama missin'
Drop a bag on her
See these racks and diamonds? That's a Jag' on her
Your body come up missin', they like, "Where the homie?"
Red beam on him just like pepperoni, if a nigga owe me (Rich)
Uh, what happened to that boy?
Them red beams look like forbidden apples to that boy
I pop and then I add snap and crackle to that boy
My wings flapping like a pterodactyl to that boy
I spin the block, leave his body stretched out looking like 6 o'clock
Half a brick on the counter looking like a cinder block
I got gorilla guap when I shop
Keep spinning like a fucking spinning top, pour the lean to the top
Still never spill a drop
I left in an SUV, I came back in a drop
I got your recipe and came back with a pot
Can't forget who I know, but I know who I forgot
If I ain't hit everybody, let me know who I forgot
Come back with a street sweeper, I just hope you got a mop
I'ma throw your body off a yacht
Your body gon' float back to the dock
You'll get a body bag and a toe tag
That's new clothes and new socks, you lil' bitch
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5DwryKFGHHOXLKs2gYjUZr | Rich The Kid | Sorry Momma (feat. Rod Wave) | I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to chase a nigga
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga
We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin'
I wish I can show how we came from nothin'
I'm sorry momma, know this money here done made a nigga
Now I got all these goddamn hundreds, still can't change a nigga
Back then, they said I wasn't shit, now they want take a picture
I was tryna save the money for some Bentley switches
I was tryna make a 50 turned it to a million
They ain't think I was gon' make it but them niggas silly
Damn, I wish I could have brought all of my brothers with me
When we was tryna pay the bills, you wasn't starvin' with me
But I done ran the money up, I bought a Benz for momma
These hundreds might drive me insane, all these damn commas
Gotta watch my back, I keep these fuckin' heater on me
Got my neck and wrist a freezer, better not creep up on me
I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to chase a nigga
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga
We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin'
I wish I can show how we came from nothin'
Like how long Bentleys whippin' out, we spendin' cash night to mornin'
I think about you every time, I know this all you had wanted
These bitches steady be out here lyin', just can't keep it one hundred
I'm tryna stay from 'cross state lines so I won't run, I pun it
I hope for good times with my momma 'cause we still be at odds
I went to jail and came back and bitch, I'm still livin' large
Duck from that iron, we strung some back but take it all up with God
Know once I'm gone, I can't come back, I'm thinkin' 'bout my lil' boy
But it ain't much that I believe I just, I can't see
Use the smoke to take the pain
It's back to back but I can't breathe, I just
And this image that I hold up, it make it hard to see my knees, I just
Everyday I'm thankin' God but it's still hard to hit my knees but
I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to a nigga
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga
We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin'
I wish I can show how we came from nothin'
Uh, we came from nothing that's the reason they can't understand
They say my partner killed his partner for a couple grams
Fresh out that bottom, country boy, I'll holla at the top
They told me "Bro go chase your dreams, and don't ever stop"
While Pops in prison, Moms is busy, I jumped off the porch
Grew up too fast, young wilding man, not knowing I would blow
Running with Chance, writing raps, that was my thing too
Until I see two of them came through in Mustang Coupes
I've been tryna get some sleep so I've been sipping syrup
Remember bro brought me to his block and let me serve
He told me leave from 'round this bitch and go and shop the world
I came home from my foot, thought he was dead on the curb
I'm sorry momma but this money, that's what made a nigga
Grew up too fast, I feel my problems startin' to chase a nigga
Sometimes I wish I could come home so you could save a nigga
We different breeds so I can see that's why they hate a nigga
My brother, I wish you can see everything I accomplish
I wish you would see it everyday I'm stunnin'
I wish I can show how we came from nothin'
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0fmrlTIy4s4u9XdyHtfD1h | Rich The Kid | Brown Hair | (This Is The Sound)
(I gotta leave, yeah, I gotta leave now)
(Turnt off the meter, I don't really need nothin')
(Bad bitch like Aquafina, I think I need her)
(I'm tryna fall in love with her, figure what I see in her)
♪
Don't say I'm your man, that's another sin
The shape of your body, it look like they botched you
Lil Ben suicidal like he been a Nazi
'Fore it go in your purse, you make sure I cop it
That new 'Vette in the town
And they tell me it's murderin' all on they faces
Who they want when they came? Ain't nobody wan' say
Then they said it was me and ain't nobody safe
Stop, oh-oh
My girl's in the back sayin' I gotta meet 'em
They act like they wan' do something, no unexpected meet-ups
Pop out, I'm tryna blew somethin', I need my truck clean, yeah
I gotta leave here, somebody have to meet ya
Strapped down, lotta heaters, like have you seen 'em 'round here?
It's not what it seem, slime, it's not what you think, oh
It's gon' go down here, it was a red bitch with brown hair
I gotta leave, yeah, I gotta leave now
Turnt off the meter, I don't really need nothin'
Bad bitch like Aquafina, I think I need her
I'm tryna fall in love with her, figure what I see in her
If it ain't a setup, you know I could wrestle
You know I won't let up as soon as I get her
I'm movin' et cetera
I caught on with the catch with her soon as I sat with her
She told me I'm special
Now she tryna give me her eyes immediate
She couldn't get acquitted, I blew up the business
Bring the jet out, I'm Clearin', you get left, gon' get rid of you
It's gon' pour down with lightning, you know that's most likely
Like a hunter, you search for a nigga, then got it
That bitch sucking your soul from out of your body
What's your barcode? Where your ID?
Get on top and ride me, black car behind me
I gotta leave, yeah, I gotta leave now
Turnt off the meter, I don't really need nothin'
Bad bitch like Aquafina
Bad bitch like Aquafina
Send the jet for shawty 'cause I need her
Got the real water, goin' deeper
Bought the bitch a Bentley, she a keeper (Skrrt)
Bad lil' mama got brown hair
Got a big ol' Chanel on her, oh yeah
When she sees me, she like, "Nobody safe"
Let her hold the chopper when we ride in the Wraith (Skrrt)
I gotta leave, yeah, I gotta leave now
Turnt off the meter, I don't really need nothin'
Bad bitch like Aquafina, I think I need her
I'm tryna fall in love with her, figure what I see in her
Murdering, I need her, blood all on the needle
I thought that she was someone else,
She came 'round, she was seekin' something
Murdering, I need her, she bang, then we gon' leave, yeah
All the way, yeah, all the way, yeah
(This Is The Sound)
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6tLEWlmB8s9w37oQh0DmvE | Rich The Kid | Can't Let The World In | 12Hunna on the beat
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Ridin' real fast, nigga, motherfuck a cop car
Intercept the pass on your ass, put my mans in
Bad bitches running 'round my mansion, YoungBoy rock star
I bought that McLaren just to ride 'round with that cash in it
Elevator in the house, too many of us, no can fit in
My Bentley came out pearlin', my Styrofoam got syrup in it
Twitter, Instagram, erase it all, can't let the world in
Lil Top a fucking dawg, I'll turn your best friend to your girlfriend
V8 swervin'
Double cup my drank and plus my V8, it got syrup in it
I go spend big bank on anything 'cause I deserve it
Take a dirty bitch and clean her with somethin' simple as detergent
Turn out one, she ain't dumb, I'll kick that bitch out on the curb and
I don't need all that fake love,
Don't heal pain, that shit ain't workin'
Goyard, I'm on go soon as them youngin sent out to murk him
It's a tradition where I'm from,
You know it's dumb, we gon' T-shirt him
And that red light like a motherfuckin' demon, baby
Ridin' real fast, nigga, motherfuck a cop car
Intercept the pass on your ass, put my mans in
Bad bitches running 'round my mansion, YoungBoy rock star
I bought that McLaren just to ride 'round with that cash in it
Elevator in the house, too many of us, no can fit in
My Bentley came out pearlin', my Styrofoam got syrup in it
Twitter, Instagram, erase it all, can't let the world in
Lil Top a fucking dawg, I'll turn your best friend to your girlfriend
V8 swervin' (V8 swervin')
2020 Maybach, add the curtain (Add the curtain)
Hit the plug, feed the block (The block)
I'm rich, no Roddy, bitches callin' me, can't eat the box
(I'm rich, no Roddy, bitch)
When I fuck her, tell her bring her girlfriend (Girlfriend)
Bentley out the lot, I pull it out, I got it pearlin' (Skrrt)
I keep gettin' money, you niggas keep gettin' mad
Give her a bag, she'll call me dad
Can't love her, not just a tad
Going fast like a NASCAR
I stuffed 200 in my bag, did the dash, boy (Did the dash, boy)
A different bitch for every stamp on my passport
Call me when the check clear, meet me at the 'port (Win)
Ridin' real fast, nigga, motherfuck a cop car
Intercept the pass on your ass, put my mans in
Bad bitches running 'round my mansion, YoungBoy rock star
I bought that McLaren just to ride 'round with that cash in it
Elevator in the house, too many of us, no can fit in
My Bentley came out pearlin', my Styrofoam got syrup in it
Lil Top a fucking dawg, I'll turn your best friend to your girlfriend
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6XSadF5GjIqzOrHfrDIzu2 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Whitey Bulger | I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello, this is Mike Laury (thieves, thieves)
Dubba-AA flexing
I'm on these
Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready
Woo (oh), I say murder (oh, oh)
I say, I say they, yeah
They ain't ever fucked with me, yeah
Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump
Just like these dog-ass hoes
Yeah, you already know how it go (This Is The Sound)
I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted (new Diesels)
My murder clothes (they my murder clothes)
Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hov
Top say, "Y'all go step on shit" (step on shit)
So the case closed
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him (wallahi)
Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Slang that Draco and somebody get killed
Gravedigger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon' send me to that island for real
Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate
Real hitter shoot that stick at your face
Pallbearer, I be raisin' the rate
Red eye, it won't be a fair chase
She gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk
In that front, ain't no stoppin', I up, and I'm poppin'
A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
I know ten, ten, shh, fuck how wild it get
Brand new .223, it hold a whole hundred
I said, "Herm, pull on side on that bitch"
They ain't playin' chess, they be hidin' from hits
Tell on me, you gon' die, my friend
Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in it
After doin' a drill, change the firin' pattern
PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the hearse out)
You a gravedigger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em then
Society wanna join, he a snake, kill a man
I'm wearing these new Diesels fitted
My murder clothes
Throw society up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hov
Top say, "Y'all go step on shit"
So the case closed
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my Baba that they cannot fault him
Feelin' like they ain't fuckin' with me
Mad mane leavin' blood in the streets
Dawg, mane, came only for green
Pray it up, we gon' pray 'fore we feast
At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain
Uppin' one click, more than one it might be
We ain't here to party, we just scopin' the scene
Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave
About playin' with me
I got my fire, fuck H.P.D
I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene
I'm in that Nawf, right where you not
Where you think I ain't nothin', I probably sleep
Runnin' circles around everything, plan on catchin' me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me
After the fact, they can't even breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him
Oh, oh, oh, oh (This Is The Sound)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh
Jump one from my nine like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Yeah, I say, "Off 'em"
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2uEcc2UQrt9HFK2HRj9r2m | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Around | Fuck who want it, I got rank (I got rank)
I be fresh as hell loaded this that drank
I say baby round around, round around
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ay bitch I'm rich, plus I'm super lit
Now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a cooling kit
I could stop these niggas playing games, huh
They check out my fashion, strap inside my jacket
I just said a prayer for baba say let's go get active (4KT)
Geekin' when they cash in
I just let the top down
Show them this shit massive
I pull up I'm fresh as fuck
I look like a manny
Dope inside my car got me so dumb that I might need a nanny
And she
John Elliot my gardener fit
I think all these niggas counterfeit, swang thе stick
Act like they don't know
'Till shots left off this dangеr bitch
Bro on 2 of 10s, all he want do is paint some shit
Pallbearer, he mad at us
We stepped on him, that's handkerchief
Fuck who run the team, I got rank (I got rank)
I be fresh as hell loaded this that dank
I say baby round around, round around
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ay bitch I'm rich, plus I'm super lit
Now she wanna make me out her man
That's a Drac' with a cooling kit
I can stop these niggas playing games, huh
These niggas lame
They know I'been Mackin' on all these hoes just like a player
I'm keeping that dope in a jar
When I'm rolling a 'gar
Holding value and all the smell
And Balenciaga whenever I step out
I cover my new hoe in new Chanel
I stay with my fire ima cause hell
I shoot this bitch 'round they gon' call twelve
Darth Vader, this a Jedi stick
Archer take out when I face 'em in this ablo fit
I should change my name to double R
Cause bitch I'm really rich
Niggas on that silly shit
Come to this, inside this business
Killin' shit
Fuck who run a team, I got rank
I be fresh as hell loaded that's that rank
I say baby round around, round around
Shawty let me hear you say my name
Ay bitch I'm rich, plus I'm super lit
Now she wanna make me all her man
That's a draco with the cooling kit
I'm gone stop these niggas playing games, huh
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1i3Ngjz77ce8CfhIjr1B7C | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Chopper City | (Mommy, India got the beats)
(I got Hitman on the beat)
Who made this shit? (TayTay made the beat)
Draco 30 hit me, it got a 50 named Top (mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (mm-mm)
Look here, felon walk in with that felony
Gang files, that's cold case
We gon' kill a bitch, that been reppin' shit
I say put the bitch up in rotation
Four stamps, that's four faces
Gas bag, that's border bases
Russian K, that's Canada property
We gon' make the drop where it go the safest
Keep it real, fake it 'til you make it
They be that bitch nigga that's hating
Distributing, call it penetrating
Take off your mind, clear up what you thinking
Dirty money stashing, call it banking
Murder for position, call it ranking
Cold killer steppers 'round me nameless
Dog kennel, NBA, ain't no taming
Sippin' drank, need it by the case
Bodies smoked by the block if it's hard
Catch you slipping, slang that stick at the yard
Behind this business, we be taking it far
Deal 'em out, we be dishing our cards
Bad bitch hit the road with that boy
Got it out front row with that stick
Bang out toe to toe with that rod
Rich nigga, Helter Skelter shit
Mugged up while the bezel glist
Doped up, need another fix
I don't know where the fuck his mind went
Big bank, get your head popped
Bitch, you know how that time spent
Riding 'round at that devil risk
All night tryna slime shit
Draco 30 hit me, it got a 50 named Top (mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (mm-mm)
Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (mm-mm)
Bitch nigga steady tryna short stop, it's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (mm-mm)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
"The one can take a two," that's what my cousin Meechy say
But we could pull about five, I'm talking five, that's just by either way
Five million for my album, that's an easy bank
70 thousand for that bezel, shit, what my nigga Jay beezy say?
Nigga, cop that
200 for my chain, them niggas gon' watch that
Told my youngin when he get that 'Vette, them hoes gon' jock that
Nigga, you a hot mess
Lotta thousands laid on my chest, I'm talking no vest
Public housing, we where the smoke at, I gotta pour dat'
Talking millions, I had that Maybach 'fore I was four in
Get that drank just for the relax, a nigga gotta pour a four in
One watch, that's three bands
Rob the jeweler, still calling
Crank the window, nothing but clouds in
Bullets burn, give you a raw tan
Draco 30 hit me, it got a 50 named Top (mm-mm)
Bitch, we sticked up, it's chopper city, yeah (mm-mm)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Clip full, driving fast, tryna move a whole thing (mm-mm)
(Mommy, India got them beats)
Bitch nigga steady tryna show stop, it's a dirty game, he gon' lose his brain (mm-mm)
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2ClQX5N6xcyojZcMNl5y2N | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Toxic | We'll count it up
We'll use it, yeah
I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
I'm on another level, gеt another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted
I ain't signin' that dеal, I got to another bettor if I find an amount bigger
He took that green flag and that red, representin' a grave digger
I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different
This my monkey suit (Go)
I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (Out that coupe)
I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you
Took my cash, man, chain, come out the window, shoot
Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain 'til I shoot through
I need a hunnid mill', I done shared a hunnid tears
He said, "Cool," and I say, "Fire"
They know niggas die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him, he stay concealed
4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch
Plan on slangin' all out on a tear
I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick
Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Stack it up, breakin' up, we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene
Step on 'em, the conscience that fuck with my head, accept it like protein
Nigga, rockabye, tryin', I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (Status)
Ball right, too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen
Takin' one off and I ain't takin' one bean
Buy like an iPhone, taste no lean
I just want the bitch, finna get some credit
She gon' want me for to get her a ring
Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder, still too clean
Five percent with a strong-ass scent
In an all-white car, you know that's me
Prolly all-red, nigga know a big B
Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me
Now I'm on seven but then I get three
Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (Come here)
Tell me what they hear about
I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me?
Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' on feet
Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased
I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick
Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want
Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah
Dope boy, you ain't fuckin' with me today slime
I was sayin', ayy, he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin', you hear me?
I did, hey, you motherfucka, two days
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2AWdgBMtPcN6pGw7o0YhGS | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Casket Fresh | Murda on the beat so it's not nice
Casket fresh, duckin' feds
New millennium, I'm not like the rest
Why you don't act the same? It's throwin' my mind off
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs
I guess you don't fuck with a nigga
I tried to keep touch, you steady duckin' assist
And some type of fashion you acting and
Plannin to find you a way to give up on a nigga
I ain't takin' no easy route, young nigga I'm bleedin' out
Got the backend last time that they see me now
Hit the stage, crowds screamin' loud
Shoot the gas, scat pack hit the gas and I'm takin' off
Made it through now it's payin' off
Pack came in then we went up, oh
That is not my dawg
If on 'em I can't call, oh woah
Day ones on my own, gang till they cross my name
Some loyalty, ain't that lit?
I pull up muthafkn
Casket fresh, duckin' feds
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest)
Why you don't act the same?
It's throwin' my mind off (Throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (Change on my dawgs)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest)
Why you don't act the same?
It's throwin' my mind off (Throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (Change on my dawgs)
You already know how we do
You gon' go at your move and nigga we shoot the shooters
You already know how I do 'em
As soon as they land, that's why I don't play on computers
Flood my wrist with a flawless set
But that don't mean that you should use
Man he an investor and he use
He gon' stretch 'em and that's usually
I gotta be home at the crossroads (Talk to 'em Boy)
They ain't wanna see me on, and that's for all that I know
Casket at my home for my lost soul
I ain't tryna do no flex, I ain't get no checks, I ain't get no rest
But I'm still
Casket fresh, duckin' feds
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest)
Why you don't act the same?
It's throwin' my mind off (Throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (Change on my dawgs)
Casket fresh, duckin' feds
New millennium, I'm not like the rest (I'm not like the rest)
Why you don't act the same?
It's throwin' my mind off (Throwin' my mind off)
I'm gon' stay the same can't change on my dawgs (Change on my dawgs)
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08jrrhjtzeklTU2tlyDixR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Mask On | I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
This time some years later, them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
Don't fuck 'round with your head bust, nigga
Get your bread up, nigga
We zip the biggest niggas
Do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round
When we catch him, we sin him
Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp, boy, I beat it
Hollow's they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y'all go off him
He still real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja like the present, overridin' through the Nola
Fuck all of 'em
Tell me shit, they don't mean it
Step on one, don't leave, not one
Like who seen it?
We gon' burn 'em all so track down one
We skippin' town, them taxes come
They can't take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another dirty burner
That Drake, it need a drum up on it
You need another to fuckin' fix this
Okay? And what else
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
'Til there ain't none left
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf
Smokin' on dank, pour like it's meth
Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
This time some years later, them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
Don't fuck 'round with your head bust, nigga
Get your bread up, nigga
We zip the biggest niggas
Do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round
When we catch him, we sin him
Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp, boy, I beat it
Hollow's they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y'all go off him
He still real right, don't come right
His life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja like the present, overridin' through the Nola
Fuck all of 'em
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4siF1t6msY9o2XhkiaaAMz | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Funds | Um, as in...
I came a long way
Yeah, pussy ain't here, they be hatin'
Ay, save man's hoes and he try takin' my bodies away
Yeah, you know I had the team and my, my hood
Everybody have to bite on these bitches...
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the ops
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fag
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
Tell the one that wouldn't help me that it would cost mate
I be switching up the mode on arrive, sayin'-
Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That's my bruh, and I'ma paint with him
He don' fuck a nigga up, keep a stain with him
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks, more gangstas
Fake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique sеnd them all at your main niggas
Top of the business, I got morе points then a bing-bang
Tat your arm up, 'fore you sure to lose kick-back
Layin' on my grave, nigga, chain won't hit
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same with Big Hat?
X shit, my little nigga, SoWee, bang cocktails
White shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit, that was the sick will
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Told her to talk about how great is my necklace
I'm keeping it clean (keepin' it clean)
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
Burst first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I know that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
And then, then you can't get you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of a K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back, got the dead one
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a dead sinner
Before I departed away from my soul
Told her my son would stay with her
He get shiz in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out, called, "Home run, top bait rule"
Keep your cool
Standing on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass 'til they burried in the sea
I popped that boy, I'm mad, I ain't finish
You was there for the lil' pussy, bitch ain't business
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Told her to talk about how great is my necklace
I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
Burst first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I know that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet
And then, then, you can't get you a breadwinner
Took the heart off of a K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back, got the dead one
Already got my nigga just stalking, he a dead sinner
Yo, yo, yeah, bang it
Bitch
Yo, yo (bitch)
Count a million cash, got the time going slow, oh
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2swFbLA7eCNKujd0j0xXNz | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Expect You | You are crazy
Keep it down low, as you do it, yeah, yeah, I do it
You are definitely crazy
Yeah
Oh, oh, oh
Yeah, ayy, ayy
Nights, I'm energized
Boppin' with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won't be with her
But she wanna waste my time
I can't hold her when I sleep with her
The fact that I'm so slime
And she know I'm a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain't right, girl
You might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal
Know these bitches use me
I know that they gon' love me at all they don't approve me
I expect you to be hеre for me
I expеct you to be there when I'm lonely
I can't risk, how you ridin' for me
Not impressed 'til you all up on me
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
If I wanna came up
You won't even hide her
She was a goblin and ain't no one advise me
Your ass I keep it gutta
You can't say you ever got me
I can drive and shoot this cutta
You better buss, they pull on sight
I need you to get that bag approved to get that Rolls Royce
Inside me, a cold heart
I don't care 'bout what these hoes thought
Too many times I move
Been a victim of who can't play they part
I played my cards and I push to start
Why you ain't here? This one is hard
Always ridin' alone, gon' be the same when I leave
And this time I'm on
Make me insane and I can't be with them
Time out, calm down, I won't do this with you
Lash out then I'm wrong, I ain't paintin' that picture
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Yeah, ah
When I'm lonely, yeah, ah, hmm
Nights, I'm energized
Boppin' with my head down, my route in my mind
And she know I won't be with her
But she wanna waste my time
I can't hold her when I sleep with her
The fact that I'm so slime
And she know I'm a real Don Dada
Check out how you do me
This feeling here ain't right, girl
You might as well just shoot me
I backed off from the high pedal
Know these bitches use me
I know that they gon' love me at all they don't approve me
I expect you to be here for me
I expect you to be there when I'm lonely
I can't risk, how you ridin' for me
Not impressed 'til you all up on me
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4UiUo8eOWzY9qaium18hul | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Off 1Tenth | Mook got the keys jumpin'
Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though
Went to the store, got me a clean drank
And turned the bitch dirty (Let's do it)
I be rollin' off them bands, and still gettin' dirty
We catch an opp, we kill up at the light we strictly on murder
I fell asleep, smokin' that doja, woke up, smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock
Now it's somethin' dirty (free DDawg, free Baba)
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock
I stay in a hurry (Top Shotta, all them pussy-ass lil' boys say)
Make 'em lay down, when them sticks hit on Fairfax, with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that killswitch
Got drank, then I might buy that bitch
I'm in that Benz, wit Rojay
Tell Baba, get a four way
We gon' see what the smoke say
That .44 take off his face
I got hitters on the top lane, tryna get at you, like right now
Don't give a fuck 'bout police signs
That mean, for us to clear it out
Bring this shit this way
Get show and tell with, believe that
Bring this shit this way, they ain't got no case, you seen that
Nigga know we swung that way, you better not swing back
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', they want me seen bad
Incarceration, tied to the system
Mastermind, got plenty heads
You catch that nigga, make sure you zip him
Got 60 racks, off in the Benz
L.A., just landed, PA send the heron all in a food can
Ain't nobody safe
Put that Drac' straight to his face and bust that nigga ass
Pussy nigga end up dead, right on my side of town
Every stick be aimin' at his head, with no mind how he found
I got that shit up in my body, demons talkin' to me now
Tryna put a hit on anybody, hope he count when I'm around
Went to the store, got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty
And I be rollin' off them bands, and still gettin' dirty
We catch an opp, we kill up at the light, we strictly on murder
I fell asleep, smokin' that doja, woke up, smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's somethin' dirty
Gettin' it in, I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
Make 'em lay down, when them sticks hit on Fairfax, with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that killswitch
Got drank, then I might buy this shit
Went to the store, got me a clean drank and turned the bitch dirty
And I be rollin' off them bands and still getting dirty
We catch an opp, we kill up at the light, we strictly on murder
I fell asleep smoking that doja, woke up smokin' on purple
Pulled up on three of us 'bout five o'clock, now it's somethin' dirty
Getting it in I'm all around the clock, I stay in a hurry
Make 'em lay down when them sticks hit on fairfax with a rich bitch
Don't play 'round with that killswitch
Got drank, then I might buy the shit
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5ovNohnxkQ7gOGEpnMvpkF | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Thrasher | Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?
♪
Hold on
Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold on, come and see
Brand new keys, that's a Tesla
Serve the fiends
I said, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bah-bah)
Can you tell me, who sent them shots at me
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Police tryna sentence me like Niko Jenkkins
Rico Ecuador, post traitor
Dead bodies, I can say, I ain't sent them
Swearin', like I'm Ivan Milat
Push the Bentley, 'til it fall to pieces
Steady screamin', "Free Ten" and that
Livin' hard, girl, no it ain't easy
Leave the house, tell me make it back
My heart got bodies on it
Saints Row stick, homies on it
Hope it burn down, with them coppers in it
Mask down, we follow homie
Nighttime, slime their position
Northside, where it's riders only
Catch 'em, hit 'em with it through the fences
Take his mind, put some mileage on it
Strectch 'em, pop 'em, zip 'em
Take his whole face, no case
Red eye verse that cop car, that's a cold chase, no way
I'm gon' get caught, in here, with this Glock today
Real rich nigga, my Vlone collab made three M's in three days
Hold on
Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold on, come and see
Brand new keys, that's a Tesla
Serve the fiends
I said, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (bah-bah)
Can you tell me, who sent them shots at me
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
Big chain, diamonds flashin', choppers on (choppers on)
Grave digger, ain't no fuckin' public figure
Rockin' Comme des Garçons
We crackin' joke, we face the clown
It's a bloody picture, who real or fake
When they come this way
He don't know who with 'em, get 'em all from round
My McLaren came, automatic
Danger zone, when we slang that static
Pour one's and two's, for to keep my cool
Drink, still makin' me the saddest
Put a nigga face on the news
Do 'em dirty, can't get no passes
Skype, part of my fuckin' fashion
Head hunter, in a Thrasher, thrashin'
Hold on
Polo tee, black Amiri jeans, like a trap fit
Dirty water, bean, poured up pure codeine, I am that nigga
Polo thuggin', she wanna fuck me 'cause my sack bigger
Hold on, come and see
Brand new keys, that's a Tesla
Serve the fiends
I said, I'm sick of all this motherfuckin' poverty (Bah, bah)
Can you tell me, who sent them shots at me
Can't get no sleep, slang the heat and put your block to peace
I knock down three, you know that's me, you hear that chopper speak
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5Y88O6C6YnTTk8Al4nxcgG | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Walking Dead | Goddamn, BJ with another one
♪
Hahaha, ha ha
Hahahahaha
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'ma get 'em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, wild card, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most timе I be full of meds
Kill switch, leavе a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head for head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
Leanin' out that kickstand, I say drive that rose and kids
Glorify my hitman, he know I love to clean up mess
4L tatted, 'round my neck
Let's get active, then press next
Bitch, that caption get you stretched
Cut back massive, hit him, wreck
On sight clap 'em, and don't miss
Clean the city, [?]
AP fashion, mean his wrist
Murder one, I seen that shit
Just like they got the top down
You would think I'm Ken, got hella bricks
He a demon baby but he Heaven-sent
They don't weigh the same that's a heavy stick
Roller coaster when the MAC-11 spit
Fuck you mean you ain't eatin', nigga?
Take him out, this ain't no belly shit
Interruptin' my meal, nigga
Separate his ass on some section shit
Gang ties in them people eyes
So my mans in all type of shit
But I'm numbed up through all of it
It done kicked in, I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em buried, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, wild card, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shoot up where he stay"
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slime, that's head for head
Creeper when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play it
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
I run that money up, I could fill a Brinks truck
On Dump, they gone die in here, if they try to breach us
Bitch, why you try to run? You know your cleats stuck
Blow the strap and leave you laid out with your feet up
Nigga try to walk like Top, like, they wanna be us
Bitch, we the reason your brother murder got your tension up
I say, "God be with them niggas," talk bout, zippin' us
I'm that nigga, made them juvis from the Parish, what you sayin'?
It ain't kick, then I'm on now, and I'm out of my top
Hit that block, the windows rolled down, then we let the shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get 'em bare, I'm gon' get 'em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, wild card, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I'm insane
Blow out the brain, I sparkle it
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, "Shooter, where you stay?"
Most time I be feel amaze
Catch him, leave a nigga dead
Tears say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that's head for head
Creepin' when I'm walkin' in
Slang that iron for the slime, we said
Nigga, you gon' watch your mouth
I'ma put you up, that's how we gon' play
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin' red
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6Gf7OQmh3Ra5XJkF4Vug4d | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 3am | Ferno Spazzin' on this motherfucker
My brother
♪
Ayo 'Llari, this shit fye
I wonder how the Rolls lookin' Bogata, up at three in the mornin'
Feel as no one feignin' for you, like I do
Fiendin' for blood, like I do
I feel no one gon' love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutter, go to war with my brothers
Mmm
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em, when they competin' with each other
Some shit you should stop doin'
I heard them niggas inside
I'ma pay, for to clear out the room
I heard them niggas been tryna compromise
Tellin' the other side when we move
Shorty so ran through, it's a shame
Fuck with me, when you through with your manes
Fuck up that money, charge it to the game
Stackin' that shit, you better not spend a thing
Codeine, THC, sit on top of my pain
He get left in the streets, hittas blow out his brain
(Nobody know nothin' 'bout it)
(Behind this shit, they ridin')
Bro been gone off Roxies
Real pallbearer runnin' with them gravediggers
Tell them niggas, put the body on side me
I'ma choose by choice
Don't involve my heart
Callin' bro, but he probably on a high speed
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Behind this shit, they ridin'
They ridin', they ridin'
They ridin', they ridin'
They ridin', they ridin'
I wonder how the Rolls lookin' Bogata, up at three in the mornin'
Feel as no one feignin' for you, like I do
Fiendin' for blood, like I do
I feel no one gon' love me like my mother
I'm straight from the gutter, go to war with my brothers
Mmm
How I'm 'pose to trust 'em, when they competin' with each other
Some shit you should stop doin'
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
♪
Nobody know nothin' 'bout it
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5NEkRHlAuvzEqIhhVCAyvl | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Emotional Torn | Mm, mm, mm, mm
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seeming like that, I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gone be here by time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a buss down
You get it, a married woman need they riches
I feel it, I had to go hard for to get it
I just left and came right back
Got off my ass, got straight to business
I'm so up, don't wanna go back
I don't want no straps inside this Bentley
They don't wan' give me a chance
They say that I promote the killing
It's too bad I really speak it, it's too bad I really live it
Catch my cut, can't throw that glizzy, me and Ben 10 jumping fences
Take his sack and leave that pendant
Said I'm with you then I meant it
Hold on crossroad, that shit gon' cost all them
Whenever I go, just make sure you don't fall for 'em
Step on him 'bout my bros, Lord knows I don't wan' lose none
I'm ready for you to come home, soon as the truth come
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seeming like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gon' be here by time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a buss down
Feel if I ain't have it, you wouldn't be with me
You gon' go and be with a nigga who can provide you with it
Screaming "Fuck your brother", yeah, who side you picking?
I feel I'm right, so I don't give a fuck about which way it go
Make my way through the night, I can not pace slow
All this shit been crazy, I think about Draco
You lie to my face, it's straight to my soul
Pussy ass nigga ain't safe, gon' get his head blown
Grew up havin' to play inside that red zone
Send one, I'm sending it back, we call that ping pong
I lay alone kickin' it back tryna get my head on
I got 'nun but meds in my Styrofoam
I'll be patchin' up my pain 'til I'm dead and gone
Gunnin' for your love like a touchdown
Baby girl, you good, it's just us now
Full of drugs, seem I'm stranded with no trust found
I'd go crazy if I couldn't buy you a buss down
Say my prayers, so I know I'm protected soon as I walk in
Seeming like that I'm the one that they don't wanna see win
I need my brother, just like my backbone, you more than my friend
Who gon' be here by time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
Who gon' be here by time my bag gone? Hope more than my kids
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2sufxPVFW3H0xarj5eLNMp | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Doomed | (This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)
(What up, Foster?)
Yeah, slime, mm-hmm
How many hours or how many days
It's gon' take for to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we're slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Mmm, who I want, you who I don't wanna lose, mmm
Fallin' over you, now I'm your fool, mmm-mmm
All out war, play games, it make me break rules, mmm
The outcome, it might leave us all doomed
I say it's whatever, I turned to the Devil
I'ma live like a villain forever, forever
I'm the man and indeed you better be special
Hit my weed but still ain't clever
Slime keep four keys, preach like Reverends
Killed three, Dump died, still ain't settled
Nighttime creep, take five, I'm ready
Love came in ain't make shit better
Gotta go to the dirt, I'm prepared for the worse
It ain't none 'bout this shit, I say special
But the way that they floppin' because of the bezel
I call out the issues, I'm namin' out several
Either way it could go, so I gotta be careful
I'm in love with your body, you don't give me no pleasure
Devastate you with knowledge, a statement could kill us
Just watch how you talkin' when I'm in the picture
How many hours or how many days
It's gon' take for to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong?
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
Mmm, to you, you make me feel I should prove
Start then stop, these gimmicks got me rude
Just for the W 10 with a stick, he gon' come out the roof
Stay with the shit, let it hit, pull it back, then he lettin' it boom
You know that I'm lovin' you, I believe you love me without no proof
Do they really fuck with me? Seein' this shit, it ain't clear as the moon
Mmm, who I want, you who I don't wanna lose, mmm
Fallin' over you, now I'm your fool, mmm-mmm
All out war, play games, it make me break rules, mmm
The outcome, it might leave us all doomed
How many hours or how many days
It's gonna take for to clear out my mind?
Or maybe this shit gon' forever be with me
I just gotta handle with time
Can you help me understand what's wrong
I'm in it, can't quit it, we slangin' that iron
Keepin' my distance to cherish my time
Show how I feel without givin' no sign
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6E6ZOtH69pRaqavicpMvgl | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Top Say | Cook it up, Jerome
KiddFreddo
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
I say fuck a nigga, I say face something (bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say whack something, yeah, I say take something
Killin shit for years and I ain't dead yet
You can find Youngboy where that Red at
It ain't beef nigga if they dont kill yo' momma
You a bitch nigga and I said it
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us, that boy dead gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches
First for them scary motherfuckers spin back
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead man
Hold on, Top say
We don't do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gone bang out with them dirty niggas (let's go)
Standing with this money im a murder figure
You know we leave you in the caskets with no brain (on God)
Thеy know 10, the youngest of us all, still left a stain
R.I.P Dump, Murder Gang, Bitch, don't bring up that name (yeah)
Flexing all on you pussy bitches with a big watch, big chains
My bad for bumping your music when I was younger
I ain't know you was just a hating bitch
When I met that hoe I was fuckin' off
When I saw that post, doing the same shit
Let your have a verse? (What?)
Nigga, let me have yo brain bitch
This money'll never ever cover up
How these motherfucking diamonds steady glisten
Top say
Let 'em keep on talking, he's a dead man
Hold on Top say
We don't do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gone bang out with some dirty niggas (let's go)
Standing with this money, I'm a murder figure
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
I say fuck a nigga, I say face something (bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say whack something, yeah, I say take something
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1jWHtG4UXwH7JkEGY559Pa | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Drug Addiction | Wanna take it back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I see anything goes
On the road, cool, ridin' 'round with the top down
Nowhere to go to, decide that I'll just ride 'round
She a drug abuser from a broken heart, oh, oh
Got a bad addiction, I been druggin' hard all month long
I'm in that Wraith, I ain't got nothin' but some residue on me
I'm chasin' a check to the morning
I'm in the trenches with smokers and steppers and loners
Somethin' more than one Schedule II on me
Matter fact, just a convicted felon, I'm keepin' my weapon
I'm pourin' more blood on that money
Owe it all to the youngin who feel that he owe the ones
Put addiction 'fore hunger
I ain't got no peak, leave blood inside the streets
Used to wash my clothes inside the
Sink, now a young nigga walk on mink
Takin' care of my dawg,
Made myself a boss, they gon' take one off, he blink
'Fore a nigga had fame
I was sittin' in a cell, young nigga takin' off them links
She gon' play with her nose all night
Shoot three doses 'fore the night end
Lipstick bottle full of white, I know
Told her that I like it, I like it
These niggas, they talk too much, can't tell what I did, I did
I always been there for you, you don't even excite me
Tryna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I see anything goes
Puttin' you over them hoes, my money gon' grow
Tell 'em it's tax evasion
I ain't discussin' business, not over the phone
Meet up, I'm real impatient
Relocate, I'ma switch locations
Tell 'em I need me a spot where it's vacant
Rep where I'm from, I'm a 38 Baby
Never give up, try again like Plankton
Bitch nigga still hatin' and his ship start sinkin'
Titanic watch,gon' save my life, they can't keep that plank in, yeah
His money right, he gon' take your life, he armed and dangerous, yeah
Pain in his eyes, up all night, constant thinkin'
Tryna take it all back to where it started
Life of the party
Right where my heart at
Soon as what I want come in, I see anything goes
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16oNc3gAxjqO7ifVoEYqCR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Cross Roads | (Suede, this my shit)
All the way home
(Trauma Tone)
♪
All the way home
Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
Out here on my own
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin'
With a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
Caught a nigga lackin', got him 'round my way
I'ma move around, you just pull up and spray
Meet me in Valley Park, get thе payment after dark
Homicide ridin' down 38
Brainstorm at night, don't see nothing
Look for you at night, guеss that love shit, it don't mean nothing
These killers with me, they mean all harm, oh
Lost in the streets and that shit taking my soul
They'll step on me, shit, that's for all that I know
Back against the wall, I'll blow my pole
Trapped, I ain't get no code
I don't owe them shit, probably owe my bros
My love on full, I'm fucking on her with no rubber
It's gutter, I struggled
I let her go shopping for me 'cause I know that it's all on the muscle
Teach you how to hustle
This Givenchy 'fit I got on that you bought me, these hoes love it
Brand-new whip, tell them people don't touch it
Fear of God on, they can't tell I'm clutching
I need ten of 'em
Too rich for that bullshit, all these niggas gonna make me tend to 'em
Nigga came up out the bullpen ridin'
With a full clip, I say give it to 'em
I'm the one took that L
They who gained, they ain't win nothin'
Tryna get over his pain, leave a stain, okay
Maserati truck (skrrt, skrrt), I'm gone
Murder, I'ma pray that I make it back home
Dump dead, Q feel everything gone
Dave dead, I just want everybody gone
Late-night blues at the cemetery
Go and catch a body, I'll see you in Heaven
Northside 38, 4Trey steppin'
Green leave you red, that's flag activity
Stay sticked up, that's real infinity
Big bro chemist in the kitchen
Young bad bitch, I ain't got no chemistry
Gravedigger chain, that's history
I know for a fact broke niggas not feelin' me
Nigga, just keep your distance
I can bet a hundred racks that they plan on killing me
Fuck that, better yet, bet a million
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
All the way home
Crossroad, I know
Tonight somebody won't make it home
(I bet these bitch-ass niggas won't make it home)
Out here on my own (fuck 'em)
Somebody tell me where I went wrong
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17BBRv0iYOVlcbMjJUSfBO | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | The Last Backyard... | (Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready
I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper
Try to take it, I'm gon' knock somethin' off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
Fuck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose
We don't ever lose, we known to break the rules
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your hat
So what the fuck you wanna do?
Ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
We be schemin', tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch 'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest
Them hoes gon' follow checks
I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans
Ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (look)
Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass, we gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
Fuck all these hoes, then I send 'em home, and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag, nigga (I mean that)
Them boys been hoes at all
They tend to slum it down, and they won't stop
They mad I don't be tryin', and I'm hot (and I'm hot)
Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a fuck
It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a nigga stuck
Run with the crowd, catch up with us (who made this shit?)
Ooh (TayTay made the beat)
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah
Ooh (Backyardigans)
I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (who made this shit?)
He ran his mouth 'bout Top 'nem (TayTay made the beat)
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
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6FiySur7YZL0Kff2YVGsEB | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Right Foot Creep | (Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
♪
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater (walk)
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you (make sure I don't see)
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him (let's go)
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
Put your mask on, yeah, they comin' out
Soon as they close that door, we just gon' walk down
They say we dead wrong 'cause we knocked him off
But he who got caught lackin', tell that bitch that that's his fault
If we draw down, guns get let off
At all them clowns, including his spouse
Kept that blick inside my drawers
Every time I walked to Dalton
I worked for Tim and sold CD's
You throw a diss and you get tossed
Say you ain't catch that, cross my name up, ain't no talking (yeah)
If they had a bang-out at the store, from my papa window
I could see it sparkin'
But I ain't seen that since Jordan Dixon made some niggas some targets
Big .40, got that shit on me in a
Stolo, nigga knowin' that it's retarded
I spit that shit that cause a massacre at the party, believe that
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
When I jump out the back, I'ma hit it
I'ma aim with the strap at his fitted
Throwin' out the murder bags in my city
Play-by-play while I'm standin' on Billy
Dirty Drac', take the top off the Hemi'
Fully equipped it when we go on a mission
Take his face, I ain't showin' no pity
Closed case, tell them all good riddance
Zombieland where the dogs can scent it
Sprinter van and we all be in it
Catch him first, get a raw percentage
If you want, I put a coffin in it
I could get you one from inside my home
I just want to check the bitch out for attendance
Tell them niggas I say fuck 'em all
And I'ma kill all you bitches (that's on your mama, bitch)
I said right foot creep, ooh, I'm walking with that heater
Look around, stay low, make sure they don't see you
Catch 'em bad, walk down, face 'em with that heater
The devil under your feet, you're on your way to see him
Stretch me one, I can't sleep, bang out when I see you
Play with me, you can't sleep, we gunnin' to decease you
You won't have no case, rearrange your shape soon as they face you
You won't have no space, we in your section 'til we spray you
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
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0nEWVyeYLtIi3JUHpASGiU | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dirty Stick | (17)
Lil' nigga and that bitch
Lil' nigga, what? Shit
You got me fucked up, shit (AB)
We gon' shoot that bitch up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear to God, bitch
Ayy, I shoot this bitch on the other night, they gon' let a shot off behind me
Don't come back to the North
What the fuck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gonna let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
White or blue, cop you too
Demon baby inside that coupe, masked down, tryna step on you
I want it all, that pendant too
Bitch, move, I'm put this stick on you
That bitch get extra extensions, too low
Lowdown and dirty only way to do
Homeless shelter, they be servin' food
Momma can't walk, come up to this house
Shit, they gon' serve her too
Catch him in that North, take his ass off
Fuck him, put him on the news
Diamonds in my mouth, screamin', pissed off
Bitch, I'm on them whitе and blues
Bootin' up, could barely chew
Fuck a nigga, shoot him in his ink
Molly camе out pink, blood in the streets 'til they gon, fuck distinct
Extinct, insta-kill
Brains left in the streets when a nigga fuck with me
Had to leave somethin' up inside the North
Tryna rub off somethin' that thug with me
Bitch, you must think that I'm a whore or somethin'
Hell, the next time that he gon' see me
What the fuck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gonna let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Get you a few, your mammy too, cock it back and do the dude
No shells, cases, he too improved
Made it out of middle school by high, ain't have to point a tool
Niggas I been with 'fore introduced to you
Step on heroin and step on fools
Bitch, don't tell me what you gon' do
On that eight, I'ma have 'em waitin' on ya
Get a bitch to build a case on him
Leave him stretched out on the state corner
To bury him, mom turned to a state loner (broke bitch)
Now you know you did that bad
Tryna beef, ain't ever got no money
Now your family assed out in the inn (with your stupid ass)
She see I got shit up in me now
She want me to beat her in
Beefin' with my bitch, so how I'm comin'
I want you and your friend
Draco with a 70-round drum in
Come out there and party in
4KTrey, bitch, you know that we the dumbest
Think not? We gon' fuck with somethin' then
What the fuck they talkin' 'bout? They gon' let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I'm gonna let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a dirty stick
And some shit to distribute
Yeah, I'm passing' all these hollows to you and you
In the cut, dawg, that K, boy, and that Schedule II
With a dropout with his mop out tryna murder somethin'
All he wan' do, yeah, gang, uh
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7IECs9d4Rrlpa7tiHOCE1w | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | My Window (feat. Lil Wayne) | Got-got it on Smash
I'm smokin' on the best right now
Believe that
I can vouch for that (I got big money on that)
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My momma said I did it, on God, stop playin' with me (Playin', yeah)
He get caught playin' games, he'll see that fire
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' the keys
In jail, but daddy be prayin' for me
Goin' hard like I done did 30 years
Trials in life, went through our beef
Made it out still, tryna get 30 kills
Alright, but life was hard, grew up, got smart
But still gon' murder, still
I be countin' money 'til they throw the appeal
I be where it's grimy, steady keepin' it real
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist style left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
And it's so much more
My momma, she know that I got it, I gotta achieve, yeah
I'm collectin' them dollars, invest in who slangin' them shots
They a part of this lead, I'm sayin'
One hunnids won't matter, forever they play, we gon' murder the man (On 10)
Baton Rouge with walls with young niggas, headin' with the birds in the van
I can give you a clue, what I cannot do is show you my hand (Hand)
You can make me hurt you, no, I won't choose, stop playin' (Stop playin')
Make me cool when I come through, you know you can (Yeah, rap shit)
I'm gon' get you so high you cannot land
Eyes out my window (Oh yeah)
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though (No)
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist style left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin'
My momma said I did it, on God, stop playin' with me
He get caught playin' games, he'll see that fire
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' the keys
Who's that peekin' in my motherfuckin' window?
Well, let them know that they on the fuckin' outside lookin' in, though
Out that N-O, and I don't look out my window 'cause all I see the shit show
I fuck all of my ho friends, but I don't fuck on my friend's ho
Let's see, toss that bitch, but fuck that bitch, let's fuck the world
That yop' was shot a hunnid times, felt like I did a hundred curls
Your Wonder Woman wonderin' why your wonderland ain't wonder world
I jump inside her underwear, made that cum a hundred pearls
She pussy pop in the back to window shop and tint the windows
Let the windows hide me, crack the window Barrel stickin' out, it's stick 'em up
Lit 'em up, roll windows up, the window wipers off
I work the TEC like Window Microsoft, my windows on defrost
Eyes out my window
Tryna make sure that these niggas don't get one in, though
I'm inside this bitch with extendos
No love, no loss, so
Can't depend on niggas
Wrist style left my hand cold
What you think I'm tryna win for?
That whip cost money, I ain't lyin' (I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin')
My momma said I did it, on God, stop playin' with me (Stop playin', yeah)
He get caught playin' games, he'll see that fire (Yeah)
Shawty got a thing for them tunes, I been playin' the keys
Who's that peekin' in my window? (Bah)
Nobody, nah, nobody, nah
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1qNEYOlDVjTWoINqQ5lQMR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I'm Up | Might cut the devil, brand new bezel
Plain Jane I feel special
Fuck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas is talk like killas
All out war, 'bout my niggas
I think somethin' we step on shit, it's all about what I figure
I ain't takin' nothin' off for I
Take somethin' back, I'm gon' put one in
When that drink came in, my cup turned darker then my lens
Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends
How the fuck you with me? you playin' detective, you ain't my twin
I'm gon' flood you with bags soon as that pack get drop right in
Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same
We miss, gon' double back to make sure, bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend
Y'all don't understand the pain
Or the life of a slime mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it, ain't got to picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me it's on me
It could turn out bad could turn out good
But still thuggin' throwin' up my hood
And whenever that we meet we gonna slide through them
Leave homicide to find them
I still ain't got my mind made up
Mask up before we blind him
Keep actin' like he five, and I'm gon' dime him
Ten after ten, must I remind him
Who gon' supply me I'm the supplier of all my friends
With you to the end who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen
He was on the cocky shit I already had one cocked in
Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend
Might cut the devil, brand new bezel
Plain Jane I feel special
Fuck officials, finish steppin'
I know that's gon' make it better
These niggas just talk like killas
All out war 'bout my niggas
I think somethin' we step on shit, it's all about what I figure
We miss, gon' double back to make sure, bro blow out the brain
I don't want you neither or your friend
Y'all don't understand the pain
Or the life of a slime mind on the grind, I can't waste my time
'Cause now I'm up and they know it, ain't got to picture me rollin'
'Cause when they see me it's on me
It could turn out bad could turn out good
But I'm still thuggin' throwin' up my hood
And whenever we meet we gon' slide thru them
Mask up before we blind him
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3StBhEiBdQICzrGiaajy2M | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Off Season | I need to talk to Mike Laury (hello? This is Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
♪
(This is the sound)
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain Jane
Baby, your love like c-, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my off seasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Sittin' up inside of the court hopin' not to be judged by half of the choices I made
Ridin' in a double-R, drank in my cup, intentions aimed to kill all my pain
I'm runnin' with killers, I'm with 'em, you diss 'em then know to reclaim
Came from the bottom, ran it up, and I ain't changed
Go tell them n- I don't owe them s-, ran off like assassin
Got a hundred different ways for a n- get rich
Tryna stay on that, my mind bent
Did a jail bid, where my time went?
Did a jail bid, where my time went?
Got a brand-new piece that Shyne sent
Got a brand-new piece that Shyne sent
Hundred thou' inside of my Amiris
Dirty money spent on Prada I ain't proud of
Clean lean make a dirty bottle
Solitaires lay around the collar
In the streets, you just another body
Casket real bright, but it's dark in it
Future real bright, but it's war in it
Real born killers that was taught in it
Thinkin' 'bout givin' my Maybach up, startin' to feel too regular
Young n- walkin' with that fentanyl
Get out of line, we stretchin' you
Hatin'-a- n- ain't keepin' up
I ain't spendin' nothin', still flexin'
Still ridin' 'round in a foreign car
Plenty of h-, big mansion
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain Jane
Baby, your love like c-, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my off seasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
Say you wan' chill, so I let you come kick it
Blood everywhere 'cause this real-deal business
Guns everywhere and I'm real-deal billin'
Ten thousand dollars 'fit, ridin' in a Honda Civic
She ain't know what to do, she had asked me to pick it
Bought her everythin', it was nothin' 'pecific
If you get distracted, if you lack on a mission
Won't ever do that, I'm on top of my pivot
I'ma show you the value of love but on top of that, that Patek gold value is plain
I feel like this metal protectin' my life, it's gon' block that static that's all in the rain
Hope money ain't got you playin' games
What's real ain't gon' never change
Please don't get amazed by all these diamonds, get you a plain Jane
Baby, your love like c-, tell 'em I want the whole thing
Off-White on my off seasons, can't take no break, we gon' run this game
I hope that you been holdin' me down, that money came
(Say you wan' chill, so I let you come kick it)
(Blood everywhere 'cause this real-deal business)
(I'm real-deal billin', in a Honda Civic)
(Ain't gon' change, mhm)
(I had to switch lanes)
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7CdoE8U5DwrwCaLoyf3ME0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | All In | 12Hunna on the beat
♪
Goddamn, BJ made another one
If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in
Came up outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church when I'm heaven-sent
Hope God put loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I got they back to the end
Right now I'm recordin' with the mic' sittin' in my hand
I wish Three was on my left, where my styrofoam is
Got up out of Cypress
Went to the Woodlands, got a safe room in my crib
Ain't no tellin' when I'ma have to use it, we all know how I live
Keepin' my gun everywhere I go, we all know I'm still here
Question my girl but love her strong, we all know how that is
Prayin' for my daddy to come home, pray he get an appeal
Hope he come take me away, keep me from off of these pills
And come get me from off of this drank before my kidney say, "Fail"
Tell my son it made me calm, I don't know what I'm doin'
Tell my girl these hoes can't make me cum, I only want her to do it
Ten lines straight, goin' on ten days, my body ain't got no fluid
Please, oh, please don't die tryin', on the real
All alone, stalks and the shottas are unjudgemental
It ain't too far, right by the A.M. Mart where they left my nigga
Won't be that long, yeah, it'll be a while
'Til my love life right again, killas on side again
Butterflies, paradise, them bullets left out the wind
If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in
If I took the clean route, bank accounts got cleaned out
We'll still be at war, ridin' with the mops
Tryna wipe the block down
.50 rounds at the bottom of that Glock, standin' in front mom's house
Steady screamin', "Gang life," know my time comin' 'round
If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in
If I say how I feel, would you really listen?
If you was all mine, I'd be all in
(12Hunna on the beat)
♪
(Goddamn, BJ made another one)
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6sk8haR99TFmwp9S5U7fac | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dead Trollz | That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy
Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)
(PlayBoy on this bitch)
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga
Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga
Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga
Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that
Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag
Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas
See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em
Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers
Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em
Mask on, slang that heater
Man down, call the people
Got 'em tryna troll
Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature
I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter
Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher
Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga
Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?
Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us
As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you
That's two for one
Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'
Dead rapper
I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come
Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under
Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money
Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah
I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'
I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday
Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money
I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'
Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo
Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues
That nigga dead, tell me did he move?
All that he said was, "Watch the news"
Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two
It was two victims ain't make it through
California with hella pounds
Travel 'round with hella troops
I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch
Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too
Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you
All in Pampers, son set trippin' too
Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew
Got my son screamin' out, "Do me too"
Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset
Contagious whack
Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that
Correct that
Come correct, bitch, why you said that?
I already done addressed that
He had a show, tell me where the next at
I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho
Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more
We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo
My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke
Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up
I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something
Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line
Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'
I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row
Leave one dead, I leave one dead
D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home
Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome
Nigga try to go, then you do his ass
If you know me, you know I'm never home alone
Got XDs by the TV stand
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73pf02Dw1VhhS4f6pB8xBF | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fuck Ya! | I got Hitman on the beat
WassamWop
AKel
Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh? Cleaner than a motherfucker
Put some niggas up behind my name and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's fuck ya
In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter
When I'm shooting, just call me Vince
Slime say go, they tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
Leave 'em with a scent, they gon' smell the odor
Spin up on his block, set surf on 'em
Auntie say the jakes up on the corner
Tryna catch a sell, pull it right on him
Nigga playin', got the stick pulled on him, yeah
Fuck it, want that nigga head, leave that bitch for dead, hah
Bankrolls on all of us, Top say you can't fuck with us
I ain't flashing out 'cause I know you, bitch
I'ma show you, bitch, you know what's up
Big Ford ride around in it, probably feel like a Tonka truck
Four-oh, fifty rounds in it, C4, I'm blowin' up
Put that cross between your eyes
Thug life, bitch, you a gangster
I can vouch that you got fired, huh
Your life in danger
You gon' spank somethin' to survive
Shit, what you rather?
To get blinded by these diamonds or with that iron, huh?
Bitch, tell me, I'm here
Bang out when I see him, send them bodies up
Bitch, I'm gangster of the year, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Adrenaline runnin', I'm ready to kill him, don't show no fear
And Baby Russia slangin' cutters when blood spill (Yeah)
Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh? Cleaner than a motherfucker
Put some niggas up behind my name and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's fuck ya
In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter
When I'm shooting, just call me Vince
Slime say go, they tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
I got that stepped-on like Ms. Gladys' son (Like I'm Baby, like I'm Baby, nigga)
Probably got a whip just sittin' on every block, they think I'm crazy, nigga
Fifty chains around my neck, makin' sure my son ain't goin' through slavery, nigga
Think I'ma stomp, then motherfuckin' send the payment, nigga
Hold him for ransom, bitch, we thuggin', they can't tame us, nigga
Shawty talking like he know me, zip him, get a famous picture
Fuck it, ol' boy, I know he owe me
They talk, I get Lil Ben to peel 'em
Ascend or either you descending
Up top, you know that's where I send 'em
Bitch, get down and lay down
I got millions, I'm the sickest villain
Preaching to the preacher about why you need to stop lyin' to these children
Tellin' him I got hatred for somebody so much I should Emmett Till him
Watching Forensic Files all day tryna figure out how to get rid of 'em
Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh? Cleaner than a motherfucker
Put some niggas up behind my name and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's fuck ya
In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter
When I'm shooting, just call me Vince
Slime say go, they tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Slime say go, steady tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence, yeah
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1uqA51UNXPhVjIPpaqdUCb | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Big Bankroll | I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
Oh, yeah, look
Big bank roll in my pocket
Ok let's go
Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't even chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone
Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he bet not stop,
Spendin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
He took that blink straight out his pants and top,
Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass
I say murder we gon' the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point wherе they can't serve nothin'
I say thеy all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin', tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four,
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in the 'raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them poles
Bending curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no stove
Hold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break code
I talk that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga I could make my own
We call Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it loose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now, my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to
Be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fair
Nigga know I'm in that car,
Most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch
Big bank roll in my pocket
Ok let's go
Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't even chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone
Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he bet not stop,
Spendin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
He took that blink straight out his pants and top,
Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is I gon' kill him or is he gon' kill me?
But fuck I think jinx myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man look I'm doped up and I'm fucked
Up, fuck that pussy nigga, know them
Jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't got two months without a nigga killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for
Insta, and God I tell you I'm a bloody nigga
Two ubooks, I split between two niggas
And get it back
Officer when yout talk 'bout selling
Drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on Mereffere to shooting back
They can't pin point who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw a charc (Who next?)
I want another hat like mother, fuck that
I tell my twin you better not motherfuckin' touch that
Every time we see you up that
Bitch you know, gettin' bust at
Big bank roll in my pocket
Ok let's go
Totting on 2-2-3's, with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I get hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't even chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone
Ain't talkin' no money, man I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he bet not stop,
Spendin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walking with hunnid stacks, the drum it hold a hoe a hunnid, yeah
He took that blink straight out his pants and top,
Ain't gave that boy no passi, put that bitch right on his ass
(Drell On The Track)
(God damn BJ went [?])
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7syeDOBw8Q0hBlwrqStc6h | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Boom | (Ayo Bleu)
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Two lines 'fore I go red, that's what my youngins say
Tryna leave a nigga dead, kill him, he say, "Pow, the head"
Turned up, I'm full of meds
Tweaked out, tryna peel his head
Boomed up with my gun in hand
Ain't stayin' like I came back from dead
Aim this bitch shoot at his eyes
Resurrection, leave him crucified
Murders on when my niggas slide
Slang that pistol, all you hear is tirеs
Too official, you ain't televised
Cеlebration when a nigga die, all laughs when his family cries
They be screamin', "Fuck the other side" but can't do nothin' with me
Heard that I'm back,
Now I'm droppin' sentence, they reportin' to the city
I say murder already written and any bitch can get it
They know I'm doped up, for sure, I got shottas with me
Yeah bitch and I know when he gon' fuck with me, ain't nobody with me
You know it's dumb, you gon' do somethin' and lose your mind
Soon as we come, bitch, we gon' leave your soul behind
Xans out, finaa clip but confident that this a soul behind
Soon as I use this bitches' accurate nigga, check out how I'm fine
Turn it lound, I'm on that shit right now
Pow-pow, make a nigga bobby down
Plenty digitals but I'm cockin' with my brother plenty pound
I need that paper, like where it's at? He cappin' out, ah, ah
I told that nigga I ain't want that cat, that pussy fraud, ah, ah
Put her on her tracks, she bringin' it back like safe and sound
Put it in her back,
Pullin' out her tracks, just turn around (Turn around)
I'ma stick her up (Stick her up)
Might lay it down (Might lay it down)
Your bitch and in mornin', I wake her up
Refill my cup, with this muddy, I can't control it
What the fuck is up? You shoot the shit, you do some bogus
Don't tear me down, I need six motors, and it's on it
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
Ooh, boomed up, I'm in this bitch
I just downed my cup, now I'm gon' do my shit
I get to crankin', powered up, might get it poppin' in this bitch
We got them shots on all of us, it solve a problem when it hit
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7xqpOUezLTYW1zMNFqnBZs | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Reaper's Child | I don't wanna waste time, oh
I don't wanna, oh
I don't wanna, oh
Fuck how they feeling, ain't changin', my living top of the continent, yeah
Sit in the back with them killers, we found where they be and we run in it, yeah
Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it's hauntin' me, yeah
Came with that fire, and we stayed with that shit, I'm on go, taking nothing from me, yeah
Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches wan' come for me (Always)
They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' couldn't fuck with me
Fake love been taking a toll, it's comin' out ugly
Ain't trustin' who close, they plannin' on touching me
I know thеy don't fuck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me, yeah
I'm a rеaper, demon
And all type of frames
And all types of ways
Sleeping
Riding, riding like a big mon
Fuck how they feeling, ain't changin', my living top of the continent, yeah
Sit in the back with them killers, we found where they be and we run in it, yeah
Since a child, prepare for to come to this
Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch
Pack it all then go back to my mama shit
Young nigga too rich for that
Ho, you know you ain't shit for that
I don't wanna play no gettin' back
I wasn't on no drugs,tell them niggas that it's fuck 'em and I meant that
Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain't rent that
Talking out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass
She feeling him, let him leave with that stank ho
Front street, I'm on trial on the front row
Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can't go
Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song
On this bus, ain't touring, tryna make it home
45, cock back, split a nigga dome
I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on
I'm a reaper, demon (Yeah, I'm back now)
And all type of frames (J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out)
I'm a reaper (I wasn't trippin' or nothing, bitch, You gonna have to excuse this cigarette)
Demon(I know you don't like it no more than my fans, go)
And all type of frames
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pints, I need another one
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin'
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' some
Villa Delrey elementary
When them bricks dropped off
Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call
Nigga hit the line saying green gang fall
Pounds now
I'm stressing, it's making me angry, she want me leave now
I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I'm alone right now
My past, they ever throw it at me, I'll never look back it
Mom used to rap so it made me wan' snag at it
Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it
What you on foe?
Reaper
Demon
All type of ways
All type of frames
Sippin' that drank, ran out of pints, I need another one
Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went
Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin'
Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' some
Villa Delrey elementary
When them bricks dropped off
Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call
Nigga hit the line saying green gang fall
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2crr8fnMCNKxypSNuHi5Jq | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Murder Business | I got Hitman on the beat (bap, bap)
Mommy, India got them beats
Bitch ass nigga
Fuck them, haha
Bitch ass nigga
What, you wan' do somethin'?
Tryna put some shit to bed now
Whip down, hop out with Glocks
And we be aiming at your head, huh (head now)
Bitch, I wan' do something
Lil' Top like to see red, huh
You wan' fuck 'round with the Don Dada?
We gon' red dot him, we gon' bedrock him, I'ma heart stop him
With this killin' shit, I'm the murder doctor
I got one chopper for his nine partners
When I finish, whole city heard about it
Ridin' four deep 'round where they be
In the back seat with a dirty chopper
Screamin', "Fuck the law", we gon' kill about it
Fuck the music, nigga, know we drill about it
I'll use it, nigga, know this .40 on me
I'm a real Blood, get rid of homie
Kill that bitch and make the critics pay him homage
Make them killers drive when he say he want it
At his trap spot, we gon' creep up on him
Who you chose somewhere scared now
Tell us 'bout all where that lead found
He was rollin' right, left him dead, huh
Lil' Top, I'm too ahead now
Inside my scope, your head found
Demon shit, illiterate
Sip dope that's not prescribed from out of styrofoams
YoungBoy like to blaze
No hand grenades, we get your head blown (bro, hold on)
Reaper shit, this Draco on me
Bitch, I could cook, just work this trap phone
Back bad, confirm shit
I can get his back blown
.45, this Herm' shit
Plus you know my bag strong
You slime enough to fuck a nigga
You slime to bring a bag home
I told you not to trust these niggas
Bitch, you know you dead wrong
On that lean, you would think I popped a bean
I don't turn down
Killin' scene, blood on my Soldier Ree's
Somethin' got burnt down
Switched all plans and the Ks turn to machines
I'm like, "Who playin now?" (I'm flexin')
Lay the whole clan down
"How you want him?"
Leave him with his pants down
Murder business, uh
Murder business
Chopsticks (chopsticks)
Kill a witness (kill a witness)
Down bitch (down bitch)
Drive while we spinnin'
Let her work the phone
Tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (meet us wit' it)
Murder business, uh
Murder business
Chopsticks (chopsticks)
Kill a witness (kill a witness)
Down bitch (down bitch)
Drive while we spinnin'
Let her work the phone
Tell 'em, "Meet us wit' it" (brrt, brrt)
Shorty sayin', "Come back" 'cause she found where he stayin'
We gon' leave the phones
Load up, she take us, we be scopin' out the 'sanne
Bah, bah, Jiggaboo stop cappin'
You know that headshot was me (headshot was me)
We'll fuckin' spin again and see who got good aim
I'on creep down, sweep up
Should've had some cleats thug
Pussy bitch can't run from us
We gon' chase you down, we gon' put you up
YoungBoy, AI, Lil' Top, bitch, I'm a big thug
You in here, then tonight
You just might die if you ain't here with us
My mama know I'm a demon
Fuck, don't try and wake us
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4ECQTHvmLiRq2uq5SlLnrj | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Sticks With Me | I really can't even think right now
I want a Xan', but I ain't got nothin' to drink (WassamWop)
Shawty say she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and that don't make sense to me
All I'll ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me
Oh-ooh, all these fuckin' shots with me, hah
Yeah (free DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me)
Fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas
You know how I get down, Top, yeah
Dirty-ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn
This shit just got the presto, this that newborn
Three-five least I could do for 'em
Try to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm
You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed
I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries
My mama tell me, "Fuck a nigga," she dare one to come through swervin'
What you said on Instagram?
He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more
Back then on side the CV store, like boy, you know you been a ho
This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang"
His mama call my phone every time she know I left a stain
Fuck these niggas and fuck all that playin'
Fuck these cars, I wan' collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was
Then bitch, you would wan' do the same
Glocks out, man down, can't go nowhere we ran down
What them niggas sayin' now? not a motherfuckin' thing
Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand now
You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
I just pass it to my youngin, he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
Just keep on with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
I'm poppin' beaucoup Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no fucks
Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up
Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah
Got love for different shit, boy
You ain't on nothin', let's count some heads
10,000 on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah
I just pass it to my youngin, he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em and we pop out
Just keep on with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one die today
If we don't go there
Nothin' gon' happen 'cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way
Baton Rouge, know it's dumb this way
In the North was where my mama stay
With that blick tucked down inside my waist
Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I miss Lil Dave
They done put bro back inside that cage
When you think of gang, I'm on the same
I done put two of them bitches up, it's up, and still got more in vain
I ain't forget 'bout what you did, my nigga
All the opps don't know about them pictures
Nigga don't know I could've been done zipped him
But it's good, I respect your call, my nigga, I'ma catch 'em
Shawty say she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and that don't make sense to me
All I'll ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me
Oh-ooh, all these fuckin' shots with me, hah, yeah
Fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas
You know how I get down, top
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4Boj4bBiDv6Ur1zKEvLXBI | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | House Arrest Tingz | Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio
And I'm just bored
I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So, I just recorded
Real street nigga, I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (no)
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know (yeah)
Cross me once, can't call my phone, you get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round, if you don't know, it helped my pockets (my pockets)
And my bro take that Draco and go wildin' (bah, bah)
Tryna grow up, don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played, how I'm stylin'
Comment well, she like, "What picture?" That ain't my bitch
Tired of the Bayou, I wan' take it out to New York
And live a high life like a nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that .30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my 'Retta out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my next can probably top her, nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga, what? They gotta hand it
I just took the foreign on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz, that's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens, that ain't my fault
I'm with Herm, I'm drinkin' on that Henn' like a pawpaw
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin, I been goin' off
Goin' off on all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court, dirty as the fuck with pee up in my draws (woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than the fuck, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y'all (bah, bah)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin' crazy but I can't let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch, take yo' panties off
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0I1rmnYvGPi34cuKthB0sh | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | To My Lowest | I'm from the crossroads
(Drell on the track)
Yeah, oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a fuck 'bout me growin'
All this pain I've been showin'
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Claim that you bleedin', another man should not go bust your gun
Fuckin' on someone else and textin' like you want me, disrespectful
You playin' with my intelligence, you should be tryna better me
It ain't been six months, you fucked someone thеn try and being extra
You ain't a woman tellin' liеs, but shit, I guess that's 'cause you're scared of me
Written in my eyes, pedigree
I ain't in no kennel, I'm a dog tryna feed my needs
I'm startin' to think I drunk too much of lean
I been fallin' out, ain't crying loud, no one to comfort me
Suffer from somethin'
You don't love me, once you thug me, I say, "Fuck you"
Ever though after I still be feeling wrong
Lookin' in your eyes, I see trouble
I can tell that you been thuggin'
I don't wanna talk to you, just leave me 'lone
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a fuck 'bout me growin'
All this pain I've been showin'
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Claim that you bleedin', another man should not go bust your gun
I'd do anything for you (anything)
Fuck that nigga, he can't do anything for you
Mistreatin' me, bitch, you could leave, I ain't do you nothing
Tell that you lying 'cause you get loud when we start fussin' (I ain't gon' hit you)
If that's my brother, we get money, fuck another
It go up, then we gon' shoot this bitch down with each other
You don't fuck with me, I ain't takin' care of you
I'm invested in my step
When I ain't with you, feel less than me
But stayin' distanced for the better
Startin' to give up on stolen treasure
I make you mine, how many niggas can say they been with you?
I ain't no different but it hit different when the women do
It fuck with me, you ain't right here, and you know that do
Can't wait 'til I get over you for the swearin' that it be the truth
When I say I ain't even notice you
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a fuck 'bout me growin'
All this pain I've been showin'
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
It ain't a thing that can break our bond, ooh
If you my friend, then you got trust funds
It ain't no reason another man should have to raise my son
Claim that you bleedin', another man should not go bust your gun
You hurt me deep when I was down on my lowest
I needed you, you ain't give a fuck 'bout me growin'
All this pain I've been showin'
I ain't never stop, just keep on flowin'
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3x5gP4wpAvAk6gjgGQyu9d | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Peace Hardly | Yeah, yeah, Neeko, you made that motherf- beat?
Ah, nah, you ain't make that motherf-
♪
Oh Lord, Jesson made another one
I'm that lil' n- not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that sh-, like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight homicide
45 Glock ain't got no safe
In the Nawf, we at war with the other side
F- all you n-, I'm strapped with my burner
I'm tryna see what it is
Swerve in that Bentley, hop out on a corner
Make my way to L.A. on a lear
I see that your vision ain't looking too clear
Them bodies get left in the fiеld
And them diamonds get set on a bеzel
And my mind stay set on a mill'
All night standin' on that corner
We on go, we see 'em
I'ma fly her in when I wanna 'cause lil' shorty chill
And that's all that matter, chit, no chatter
And these h- get cut like pills
Don't run your mouth 'bout nothin'
You know that ain't real
I can barely get peace hardly
Lie like they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' or where they be
We slangin' that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma spend sh-
I'ma shoot the sh-, got plenty sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a n-, h-, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent
Wrong side, we gon' ride that b-
Tell shorty I say bring him right in the dead end
F- if he alone, know how we get down
Not sayin' nothin' wrong with some dead friends
It's 187, we burnin' sh- down
Murder right in the town, they movin' in
She ain't right for my heart, so I'm movin' out
I'ma clear this b- out if they mug again
Now I'm back in this b-, gotta thug again
Full of Xans, I be toppin' it with a ten
Dirty straps in that car when I'm with Lil' Ben
Catch another, I ain't thinkin' another sin
Get it to 'em, no talkin', no Motorola
He gon' bang for that gang, ain't no switchin' over
Travel out for them things, just him and soldiers
For that money, be less, better pray it's over
I can barely get peace hardly
Lie like they all in
I see all these people just wanna scheme, I just wanna be
When it's war, ain't no stallin'
All night we be stalkin'
Let's see where they hidin' or where they be
We slangin' that heat, die in the street
Hundred, two hundred, three hundred
Four hundred, five hundred, six, add four more
I'm really rich, I'ma spend sh-
I'ma shoot the sh-, got plenty sticks
One million, two million, three million
Wanna be with a n-, h-, add some more
Why you worried 'bout me? You ain't here with me
'Til you prove with me you ain't innocent
I'm that lil' n- not spendin' them M's
I'm holdin' that sh-, like it's good, mmm
I ain't hidin' my hand, they know what it is
Leave the hood as soon as blood spill, boom
Bring them sticks out, hood go crazy
Show no love, straight homicide
45 Glock ain't got no safe
In the Nawf, we at war with the other side
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0IUW6b1taJKyKt6hyagmTG | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Callin (feat. Snoop Dogg) | Yeah, callin', uh, ballin'
I heard these niggas out here stallin'
Want more hoes and the money, yeah
Came from the jungle, we the same, yeah
Woke up this morning, brushed my teeth, and I got dressed
Sit down and roll my doja 'cause I know I smoke the best
Thinking 'bout how I just told T I meant war about my set
Other words, willing to die, ain't tryna put some shit to rest
Plans like Andretti, me and my stepper bumpin' Spitta, nigga
Stackin' bank high, at the same time talkin' gettin' rid of niggas
Throwing gang signs down sеcond, D dome split that nigga
Fuck that boy, my mama had me and I tell you wе don't fear no niggas
Bitch, you get your issue
Roll up my issue, what's the issue?
Say he gangster, bitch, I get with you
Yell fuck a nigga, see no danger, we gon' spank him
I'm smoking blitz, Jedi with the stick, Northside ranger
Who the fuck is this?
Beat cases, still had money, now a nigga nameless
That's the smart way
Yeah, callin', uh, yeah, ballin' (The fuck is this callin' me, man?)
I heard these niggas out here stallin' (These niggas lyin')
More hoes, please send the money (Send the money)
I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah
Doggy back, four-two flat
Black hat, no mask on
Tough talking, get blast on
Keep walking and smash on
Move fast when I see the profit
Blue rag in my back pocket (Crip)
Hundred grand every time I drop it
Can't fuck with a nigga, stop it
Every time I hit the block, I'm on a mission
Quick to serve a nigga on the spot who didn't listen
It's hot up in the kitchen, I'm burnin' down your house
You niggas talking slick, my gun up in your mouth
Big money, act funny
We comin', we gunnin'
Them bullets be hummin'
Keep ducking, keep runnin'
I'm a G, nigga, Doggy stay ballin'
I'm throwing up the C, nigga, and all these hoes callin'
Yeah, callin', uh, ballin' (The fuck is this callin' me, man?)
I heard these niggas out here stallin' (These niggas lyin')
More hoes, please send the money (Send the money)
I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah
Yeah, callin', uh, ballin' (The fuck is this callin' me, man?)
I heard these niggas out here stallin' (These niggas lyin')
More hoes, please send the money (Send the money)
I need that dough, where I come from ain't nothin' but guns, yeah
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0nF9NTrrGMqDSYyY5NRhXK | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Soul Stealer | Before the night, it's gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch (Ooh, nah)
Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch
Keep plenty guns', come from slums
Like, fuck how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's straight redrum, I scream out dumb
'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)
And that's a death row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it
Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, "Move right, the cops been on it"
Can't copyright, change your persona
Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it
Fuck nigga, you a worker, do your job, remember, we ain't friends
Bitch nigga hatin' who I am, same kid from inside the pen'
Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins
Get in your shit, then I dive again
When that bag came, then the rob was in
Bitch, I been a survivor, lyin'
Full of shooters, nigga, this a shotta's pen'
.357 with them coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, they say, "Killer ghost"
Never tell his thoughts, they'll never know
He be maxed down with that calico
On Connect Street with that, know your dough
Hunnid grand, I connect the four
Ridin' 'round with a spark, bitch
When a nigga tell me, so the line is, "No"
Disrespect my mind, you know
Show that daddy how it go
Leave these bitch bitches, hit the block
Spin again, wet up the store
Try and run and sprint, shoot at that ho
Demon baby, demon flow
Say they fuck with you but really don't
A-I gang 'cause I seen it before
Real gang baby made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I been in here
Come on Top, boy, it's killin' season
Catchin' a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)
Oh, oh-oh (Tryna talk my talk, that shit)
Chasin' money, steady thuggin' from the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)
Post up on the block, still, they made him show the Rasta'
Nigga, do you catch the drift? (Bah, bah-bah)
Oh (Boom, bah, gang), oh-oh (Lil' Top)
Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them cold killers (I did, I did)
Ayy, straight up out the back with them same niggas
Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention
From the parkin' lot, hit that bitch from the bleachers
Runnin' with creatures, we steppin' on leeches
False claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya
Do the whole thing when you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure
Pull up, blow that bitch up for no reason
Shoot that shit up, then we leavin'
Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?
I want these niggas to understand, 'til I'm sayin' with these demons (Bah, bah)
I said, "Kill the home, all of them"
Cravin' for that blood, I'm sittin' up
I need three more, like, bitch, I need
(I need ten, bah, I need ten
Ten motherfucker, ten, baby
Ten lil' babies, oh)
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6HM2tjTLqJi0poAkCdnNTB | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | One Shot (feat. Lil Baby) - From Road To Fast 9 Mixtape | Drum Dummie
♪
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no - and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
Started with a dream, I lost my brother, think about him daily
See the finish line in my eye, I pray to God I make it
My soul belongs to my family, I can't let 'em take it
So if I live or die, just know forever we the greatest
Modifications on the engine, I'ma hit it
Even if it save or take my life, yeah
I'ma go all out with the ones I came in with
We stand tall if it's wrong or right (Right)
Bring 'em to the stand, have a shootout inside this club (Yeah)
I took too many Xans, I flipped this bitch who even mugged (Brrt)
She told me that she can't f- with me, I approached her like a thug (Huh)
Plus she prolly looked up in my face and seen I'm full of dru- (Yeah)
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no h- and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no h- and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
Tell me how I lost it when I ain't even found it yet
Try to ride my wave, wonderin' why they ain't drownin' yet
Choppa make a sound effect, grrat, grrat
I come from Section 8, got eight hundred around my neck
Hellcat take me to the jet, bought foreign cars so I can flex
A simple text can end with sex, I'm tryna set the mood
My Trackhawk run off racing fuel, I'm drivin' like a fool
They see my drip then hold they breath then dive in like a pool
If I got one shot then I'ma blow it (Blow it)
They want what I got, yeah, I'm knowin' (Yeah, I'm knowin')
Pull up in the drop while he snorin' (How he snorin')
And I got that thing on me (And I, and I)
And I hope that they don't think wrong (Bah)
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no h- and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no h- and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
Hol' up, I just stepped out in Givenchy boots
I let my doors up, lil' cuz, you see that Draco in the coupe?
Young n- froze up, with a h- from out the state look like Malu
I got the dough stuff, too many killers with me, comin' through
Make me blow your a-, you try to act, I show your a-
And I won't let you slide, you shouldn't have tried, I get you smashed
And I been on the rise, I'm goin' too high, don't wanna crash
Bitch, look up in my eyes, I don't give a f-, I'm really that
Bring 'em to a stand, have a shootout inside this club
I took too many Xans, I flipped this bitch who even mugged
She told me that she can't f- with me, I approached her like a thug
Plus she prolly looked up in my face and seen I'm full of dru-
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no h- and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go
I ain't going out like no h- and these n- know
I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know
I'm goin' out past that limit, let my glizzy blow
Hol' up
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6vXJljkoTUWjPXFRfuBbgZ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bout My Business (feat. Sherhonda Gaulden) | Hello?
Pawpaw
Huh?
Whatchu doin'?
I'm just tryna watch TV, TV watchin' me
Haha, whole lotta nothin'
I miss you
I miss you too, man
Aren't you supposed to be comin' to, um, Southern, for a concert now?
Yeah, I'll see you there
I'ma be there, when is it? On the 28th or 26th?
It's one of them days, I'ma make sure you know
I love you, though, I was tryna make sure I talk to you
Okay, I'm glad you called, man, glad you called
I love you, Pawpaw
I love you too
Slime
Alright, man
(Ooh, ah)
(Ooh, ah)
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
Let go my past, I'm movin' on, everything new, ain't nothin' old
Plenty jewelry, way too many cars, and I just bought myself a home
I still can't think why anybody would just leave me
Pistol sparkin', tryna drill these pussies out where I see
How the fuck you want me, but you hide me?
I'ma head home 'cause now you way up out of my league
Would get you tatted so just like her, you'll stand on side me
Dreams through the storm, I hope a smile always what kind see
Fail to see your greatness once they blind me
And that nigga must ain't poppin' it off
You talkin' that shit on Twitter
I'ma stay my dog ass in my ways, steady screamin', "Fuck a nigga"
My mama cars ain't never had AC ever since I was little
Thank God every card I got in my pocket hold at least one million
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
You see, I'm always with Kentrell, but I rep behind the scenes
I love my baby boy, he the wind beneath my wings
CT Lee and lil' Kendell, man, he give them anything
See, your star up in the sky, but see, our star, she on our team
I'm sleepin' through the day because I'm livin' out my dream
And my mama on his side, she the angel on the scene
He goin' to the top because he win by any means
He married to this shit, he bought hisself a wedding ring
I just bought a brand-new bezel
For to make the hard times look pretty
And I came up straight up from the block
I watched my grandpa save pennies
I wish my grandma was right here standin' on side of me
Had to go through sad times to get it
And I know my son's gon' be aight, we all gon' be aight
'Cause I came 'bout my business
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7jx8tZVzfOAYK6bwP1mwqN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Diamonds | BJ on the beat, boy
♪
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out
They just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
Fuck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
'Cause I say I'm that nigga now
And I ain't talkin' 'bout no runnin' the block
I remember times that I would cry and you would tell me to stop
You knew the times when I was high just from the look in my eye
I know that you the main reason that I'm shinin' right now
I say the hood still the same
See Nicky old house, start thinkin' 'bout Lil Dave
I look next door and I don't see Miss Annie-May
I can't be standin' out here too long 'fore we start hearin' them K's
I'ma turn the page
He say he know where, I say they in there
We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on Hublot, bitch, watch how it glist' up
Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin' in front them hoes
And get your stupid ass sticked up
Oh, well, to all them niggas took a shot and fuckin' missed us
Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
Heart race at night, hold me tight
If they catch you cold, then you pay my price
I say my prayers to be safe, money make up for a kite
To DDawg, I hope he fine, 'cause he ain't call last night
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
I say confess, tell the truth 'bout everything I know
And I promised to place you deep inside, right there where my pain is
Fuck my feels, come and tell me how I really feel
Hey, fuck that fast money, tell me where you wanna live
Overdose off shine
Came from the back as a lost man
I'm in love with you and I can't hide it
My chest got an ice box inside it
Yeah, I sent them slimes to send them shots out the coupe
You might say I fucked up 'cause they came back ridin'
But then we spinned again, like back-to-back
You pussy bitch, you spinned again then we double-back
And that's that, boy
These niggas ain't seen me when I jumped out
They just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
Fuck who ain't feelin' me, ain't no gettin' rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I'm gone
Makin' sure it don't stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin' they ain't leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
He say he know where, I say they in there
We gon' go around the back and we gon' burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist' up
Yeah, we rollin' four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin' in front them hoes
And get your stupid ass sticked up
Oh, well, to all them niggas took a shot and fuckin' missed us
Thankin' God for my shooter, I'm so thankful he don't miss nothin'
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69LBT3f9OkihRMqNpwDBrt | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Shadows | Underwater, starin' at my shadow
Seem like I never see light
(Tre made this beat)
Cold world, no coat, no, no, no, no, no
Heartbreak, nowhere safe
Too much pain, when will it go?
I'm stayin' strong
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas
You get your head blown (4KTrey, free DDawg, nigga)
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
Fuck all that fabricating, spray that K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the fuck you take that criticism? I know you tired
You ain't got no time to be dating, I'm on that same shit
I invited you, don't give a fuck 'bout who you came with
My love for you, not for your family, I'm known to blank shit
My trust for you been oh so damaged, where my pain went
I said big brother, oh, Dump, nigga, why you leave us?
I been buyin' them foreigns back to back, these niggas can't keep up
Tryna keep my mind from out the past, I'm smokin' on reefer
Still things I'm learning, I'm tryna see how I'm gon' keep up
Watch your words, said some shit, I'm tryna see 'bout it
This guitar hold 32 chords, and I got that six around me
I be in my own world, they make up stories
You can ask who be 'round me
I'm so mad at this world, not carryin' this happiness
I'ma keep clowning
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas, get your head blown
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash
I blow it all (Ayy, where my dogs at? There go the lab right now)
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
Fuck all that fabricating, spray that K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the fuck you take that criticism? I know you tired
Blow out the motor, hit the E-way, do the dash, nigga
Shorted your brother on that money, I ain't mad, nigga
Patek steady bustin' from the bezel, watch it flash, nigga
We say fuck that fuss and chopper bustin' at your ass, nigga
Every time they play that, I pop 'em, that's why you mad, nigga
I be up in my feelings all the time, I'm a sad nigga
And you the type that I can't fuck if I can't laugh with you
Give a fuck 'bout who you is, I'm only breakin' bread with my niggas
You ain't Fat Black or Baby Joe
I don't give a fuck if I did time with you (On Baby, yes, sir)
I look back like, "Now who done raised they tone?" (Oh yeah, yeah)
You in this bitch with a bunch of made niggas, get your head blown
Walked in this bitch with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all
(Real hoes don't make choices from emotions, they control theyself)
Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they'd love to see me fall
I say 38, 4KTrey, that's for life
Fuck all that fabricating, spray that K, take his life
I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride
How the fuck you take that criticism? I know you tired
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2twGKYnxAYNRQ9z9F3sQ4o | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Win Your Love | I just flew the private out to LA, come and meet me (Come and meet me)
And once you land, you better be glad to see me (Glad to see me)
Why you can't jump on top of me?
I don't wan' hear nan' reason (Nan' reason)
This brand-new ring make me feel like I won a whole season
You supposed to make me feel like a king without it on
Brand new Chanel, put it on
Ayy, fuck that (Ayy, put it on)
You gon' make me go buy a new G-Wagen for your fine ass
(Fuck your friends) you better be in 'fore I get home, oh
Mmh, mmh, hittin' it from behind, in your spine, take that, yeah
We went plenty of times in the ride
Fuck these skeezers
She gon' ride like my guys (She in there with who?)
Pullin' up, bitch, you in here, come outside
Pack your bags, we gon' board the G5
I'm tryna join the mile high club, just you and me
Thank Most High I got a girl to take me from the streets
You the one I want, baby, you the one I need
Steady tryna win over your love
You could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho
Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
My bae inside of here, it was self-defense, officer
My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her (Brrt)
I'm outside, nah, I know you heard me knockin' at this front door
(I was in the shower)
I don't care 'bout what you doin', fuck you takin' long for?
Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been?
You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know
Steady tryna win over your love
You could get violent, I don't mind bein' in trouble
Your love been leavin' behind cold-blooded bodies
Please don't murder me for tryin', yeah
You can't fit them jeans on, I can't quit that lean, though
Pull up in that four-door, jump out, stand tall, Akeem, ho
Baby girl, you know just what that ring for, yeah, yeah
Hood nigga tryna impress, pull up at Kinkos, yeah, yeah
Nigga get shot down if he run up on this Rolls, yeah, yeah
My bae on side of him, it was self-defense, officer
My name so fucked up 'cause these hoes, what can I offer her?
Tell you I'm done, then double back and catch me callin' her, oh, oh
At this front door
Give a fuck 'bout what you doin', what you takin' long for?
Come here, give me a kiss, no, fuck that shit, how you been?
You'll be with me to the end, that's what the fuck they don't know
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485RHcQUM5qotAlfutUhwT | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ain't Easy | Pipe that shit up, TnT
♪
Nigga, my fit on point, uh
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K's
Still a all out war 'bout gang
Fuck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ah
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, ah
Whipped out a Birkin bag and took out fifty, that's her own, yeah
Hold on, slatt business, let me check the interest for that corner
I got hats pendin', checks for all them youngins, they been on 'em
Bitch, it's rack city, stack on top of stack and they gon' stone him
I don't think these niggas want no smoke, we be all with it
I can't put no hoe before my bro because they all sneaky
Out tweakin', late night when we geekin', we stuck on our pivot
I grab the mic
You make sure that I'm right just for this crowd see me
Nigga, my fit on point, uh
Nigga, this whip okay
Hold on, calm down, YoungBoy
Make sure I'm straight on stage
I took the backwards route
Spent a hundred grand on K's
Still at all out war 'bout gang
Fuck nigga, don't throw no shade, uh
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ah
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, ah
I just put one up, he shoot, he scores
I just need get me a love to keep these hoes right front my door
I just took my hoe back insides 'til they was gone, nigga, yeah, yeah
They gon' hate on us until we gone, that what 10 said
I ain't look at her, not once, just sang my song, nigga
Bought her a Rolex, got her a flight back, sent her home, yeah
She can't get her a text back
Post my next bitch, turn off the phone, yeah
Take out your phone and post my neck, bitch, focus on it, yeah
I left the season to comeback with a reason
I ain't say it was easy, yeah, ah
I threw them beans in, my bro sold out, can't see me
I could've left him bleedin', yeah, ah
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73C80fhriFzangrzWVO4Zp | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rough Ryder | Adam slide, make the beat slide, eh, eh
♪
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or
Another nigga think he fuckin' with me
Dirty game, fuckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon' stay the same,
Your friends gon' change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang,
Don't play no games, we quick to pin him, yeah
Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
That's why I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game that's played
On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin', face me, nigga
Ridin' 'round in my Rolls-Royce
Screamin', "Gang," I know you hate me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty,
I done spent four million and dropped a half just for the zipper
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the fuckin' gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' with the fuckin' K's with him
Don't give a fuck 'bout how I turn out once his mans with him
I'm quick to jump out with my glaow, they gon' slang with him
Pistol packin' in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all, I give my brothers one call
That's why I'm singin' all my pain, they plan on tearin' me down
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game that's played
Everywhere I pull up, all these hoes, they wanna know where Top is
Motherfuck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my fuckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I'm strapped up in this
Bitch, I shoot, a nigga can't stop that
I'm 38
I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top'll stop 'em, we clear the scene and leave them niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow
They on my ass, but I know the game that's played
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin' bag, gettin' it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or
Another nigga think he fuckin' with me
Dirty game, fuckin' shame, kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon' stay the same,
Your friends gon' change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang,
Don't play no games, we quick to pin him
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2W9uAM0aMsZVxf3iU287sc | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I-10 Baby | (David Tell 'Em)
Nigga playin' 'round with that dope
We send him straight through and fell
I go post up in the North, I'm on the block causing hell
I tell my dude lock down that corner, don't give a fuck 'bout no 12
'Cause once them bitches lock us up
Soon as we touch, we jump bail (This is the sound)
And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what's mine
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you from
You tote that flag, you a slime
I'm smokin' pine
I'm totin' that iron, it's every time that I'm slidin'
I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch wan' play with my mind
I ain't got no time just for the jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time
Bitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme
I come through swervin', gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride
Plus I'm servin' some shit you could cut 'bout four or three times
I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab
I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half
She want a 60, smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughed
He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain't gotta take no bath
Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your on off
I ain't quarantinin' for a reason, we ain't closin' no stores
I'm still screamin', "Killer season," zippin' shit 'bout my bros
We got these hoes doin' wrong, they throw a right, that's the code
Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell
I chase that money like I'm Dezz, we drop that shit on Canell
And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at 12
With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells
This is music to another level, cold-blooded fuckin' stepper
How much that you made now? I say 20 M's or better
So I got money for to fuck up, rap gon' pay or settle
Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell us
Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin' 'round with that four pound
You can't use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down
They slumped that boy right at the store
I swear it wasn't no showdown
We blast at you and who because we aim to let a ho down
Do a verse and get it back, I couldn't take a loss, huh
But bitch, you play with mine
Your shit get splatt, we take one off, huh
Couldn't ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh
Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw, then knock 'em all down (All down)
Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah
It's on birthday, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout? Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga
But I got somethin' that'll flash you way worser
Ol' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him, you hear me?
You already know how I get down, you already know how I'm bomin'
Everything gon' start with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gang
You'll be in, you'll be in
Ayy, what he say?
You'll be in or you'll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say?
You'll be in, and that's on Dump
Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get slumped on this side, believe that
Yeah, what you on, for?
Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact
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2GCgo6ZOGVGh4n4BUfRGOq | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Nawfside | Mommy, India got the beats
Nawfside (I'm ready to go home right now)
Rich, where the drank at, fool?
(I ain't take one out the top)
(Nigga, I'm known to take one out, bitch)
I-10 spinnin' and I swerve on the block (Nawfside, skrrt, skrrt)
I got youngins on the corner strapped with Glocks watchin' for opps
Got plenty shooters, got plenty guns, how many drugs? I'd say a lot
Reporting live, and bitch, you in here with Lil Top
Who they fuck they thought this was? We ain't moving no cars
Bitch, this me out here (It's me)
He can try and that nigga gon' die, go to playin' with them rods
We gon' put him to sleep out here (Bah)
Old snake ass hoes, nigga know that they fuck with them boys
They ain't 'posed to be out here
I'm slime, see straight green out here
4KTrey, bitch, we deep out here
Gon' make her take her top off
Make her get straight out her body
I'ma get that nigga knocked off
You'd do the same if you knew 'bout it
Hold on, wait, and blow the cock off
Shoot this bitch at everybody (Bah, bah)
Don YoungBoy, know I'm Gotti
I don't pay for the drop, I cop it (Let's go)
20 for to split a nigga's shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's comin' each way
Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang
No mans, take a nigga pack with ten
Hit a nigga ass soon as he whipped in (Bah)
Load up, spinnin' the pack, where they been?
'Fore we hopped in the car, I done had me one in
Sent them slimes at that bitch, I'ma send 'em again
I'm the slimiest, bitch, I'ma say it again
And my mom with the shit, we be lockin' it in
On the Wraith with my bitch, 210
Come from LP to Marco, check my barcode, I'm straight out the pen
Red River plus Wells Fargo, what's the amount? Do I spend my advance?
Keep a dirty pistol in my fuckin' pants (Oh, come on, yeah)
We stepped on them
We gon' murder you with that fuckin' plan (Go 'head, fuck nigga, don't show)
20 for to split a nigga's shit, okay
Check how bloody it get, okay
Pussy nigga can't spin back, no way
I'ma pop a nigga cap off top, on Dave
Steady spendin' money and it's comin' each way
Flyin' in the Lam' through the land, out of state
All the hoes wanna stay, but it's no cheap stay
Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang
I said, "Stop it"
You could act like you want smoke
I ain't here for no joke, I'll fuck 'round and pop it
Give a fuck 'bout no camera, don't play with my bro
Strip his ass at the store, we gon' go in his pockets
Go back-to-back, tally for tally
No, hollow for hollow, stand toe-to-toe with anybody
We gon' get at 'em back-to-back with the strap
Me and DD do that, nigga, check how he move with that shotty
Let that nigga talk, he ain't taking nothin' off
Let that nigga live 'til he come to the Nawf
I already know the deal, I ain't even gotta talk
Big B get him killed, meet me back at the house
Two up for to serve to somebody
My brother who got it, we ridin' around in a drought
I'm stuffing that in my pocket
I'll step on somebody, I'll flash, they open they mouth
Mmm, okay, uh
Pussy ass nigga, okay, uh
Broke ass nigga, okay, uh
Scary ass nigga, no way
Bitch, I'm fine, I'm straight, uh
Bitch, I'm doing okay, mm
Bitch, get out my face
YoungBoy, 4KTrey
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7b0XnbCVKMogwyt5i66o6H | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fire Stars | Felipe S, it's Vade on the keys
So I guess you ain't just think about me
I got feelings too
Why you cuttin' up while these people 'round me?
I don't know why that you do
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away
So I had to just go (Had to just go)
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way (I ain't know)
And this you never ain't know (But you know now)
And ever since that I was young you been on side me
No two-three, I don't ride cheap
These hoes came, abducted me
Try hard just for to hide me
Ain't think that you would fuck with me
Back then I was nobody
You was fuckin' on that dude
And his brother split my brother body, ooh, ooh
It's a cold story
I can't believe the fact you never told me
We throw out summers, we don't be outnumbered
Me and my brothers roll deep
You ain't no different from that bitch
That's what exact you showed me
So I guess you ain't just think about me
(So I guess you ain't just think about me)
I got feelings too (I got feelings too)
Why you cuttin' up while these people 'round me?
(Why you cuttin' up while these people 'round me?)
I don't know why that you do (I don't know why that you do)
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
So I had to just go (Had to just go)
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way (I ain't know)
And this you never ain't know
I rock out on that stage and I think about our bond
Right now I'm up in L.A., ask you and my son for to come
It's been a whole half a day, I only got two response
I took the fall for my blames, thought I would die once I jumped
But I was flyin' like a eagle
I let my soul do the singin', leave the opps' bodies in the road
Oh, oh, oh, probably seen how we get dressed up for my shows
Won't let my pride ever get me vest up behind these hoes (On my bros)
So I guess you ain't just think about me
I got feelings too
Why you cuttin' up while these people 'round me?
I don't know why that you do
I had no choice, I felt like I was pushed away
So I had to just go
When we first met, never knew I would feel this way
And this you never ain't know
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7jbsiLaF8d3JmePMsOjFiX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Treat You Better | Be with the one who love you (This Vade on the keys)
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "Fuck you", I was on 'em drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
Ayy, hit my phone if that pussy nigga rough you
Make 'em buck me down with them cutters when we cut through
Yo lil' nigga 'til the end, baby, I can't never dump you
When you can't make it to your friends, baby, I'm the one you run to
I'ma have you, couldn't look me in my eyes, baby
Don't tell no lies, baby, don't come out in disguise, baby
You feeling dude, he turn you up, I'm on the side, baby
I'm just thinkin', is it that I'm crazy?
I'm completely out of my mind, baby
We tote four tools, we be tryna knock 'em when we slide
I zip four fools, I prolly zip your manes and make you cry
Ayy, I can't hold you
I don't stay the same, you gon' need another guy
I done passed my level, way beyond
On top the sky and still gon' tell you
Be with the one who love you
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "Fuck you", I was on 'em drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
I can't tell, that you been real, a hunnid troops
That you love me, bitches love me, too
Numbers don't lie, homie, I-
And I can tell
You fuck with me but you fuck with that too
So for that, I can't fuck with you
Be with the one who love you
I think he can treat you better
I ain't got no trust, that's why I duck you
When I know I should do better
When I know I should be better, I do better
Let me love you in my own way, that's from a distance
I said "Fuck you", I was on 'em drugs and I was trippin'
I can't be for you 'cause I'm not for no one
But like no one, I'll be there for you
I'ma have your back and blow my strap just like a thug do
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14XHY8rgI4mOW2VvWqBk2J | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Choose You | Yung Lan on the track
Evergreen with the heat, yeah
James about that check, boy
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I'd run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Please don't leave your nigga for Lil Top, oh (Don't do it)
'Cause that's a snake and I won't cherish her, no slime
I won't be competin' for my spot (I ain't doin' no competin')
I know my worth, is you gon' be with me or not?
Archive, achieve, please take back me
I've been payin' all these hoes for them to not post me on IG
She be hidin' that she a fan, she bump this music soon as I leave
Alright, learn it, so we can rap together, I just want you all for me
Out by one, trust get burned
Now get robbed 'bout it, oh, we ride off in the sun
Piss controllin', I can't hold it
Need you to hold me now, threw back again, overdosin'
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I'd run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
Bustdown, ring the bell, Audemars, plain Jane
What I'd do, all I can tell, I find out I ain't your main thing
Where you at? Find your way home, bitch, stop playin' games
So insecure you're prolly cheatin' with a real man
And I'm stressin' 'cause
I can't give you what you need, money don't mean anything
I don't wanna get the law involved, motherfuck a wedding ring
We could hit the lot, buy matchin' coupes, we'll pull off together
My show in Denver next week, after Houston, we'll pop out together
Your call has been forwarded to an automatic voice message system
At the tone, please record your message
Hey, it's Kentrell, call back
I chose you (Yeah)
Walkin' along, hopin' I'd run into you
It hurts, wish I never said "I love you" first
I just wanna give you the world (Yeah)
I buy you Birkin, he buy you Prada
Which one you proud of?
Which one you proud of?
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2iz3EDFoPOjPRZs9wt5iNh | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Thug of Spades (feat. DaBaby) | I tell them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
Nah, I ain't trippin' on no bitch ass nigga
Be done had a nigga in a six-pack get a shit-bag, nigga (let's go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it's probably 'cause his daughter wanna fuck with her lil' thick ass
My rich ass don't kiss ass
I'm the definition of what these niggas can't find
Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron
Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time
I ain't never change
I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind
Bitch, we die to live
Give a fuck 'bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I'm rockin' out
Bitch, I'm known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time
Really done gave the jail too many years
But I'm a young rich ass nigga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call
Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall
I tell them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
Today in life, it ain't nothin' like old days
I say money made everything change
Ayy, from my mans to my kids to myself
I say we forever capitalize off pain
Main nigga, big Rollie, big pistol
Top shotta, don dada, fuckin' gravedigger
We let them shots off at you and whoever came with you
While I'm takin' off, equip my brothers, that's a gang missile
Stripes
Nigga, I'm official, fuck a whistle, nigga, life
They gon' have to give me 'fore I let a nigga take mine, I'ma kill a hundred niggas
They say I'm remindin' niggas of Pac
Keep playin' around on that camera phone, they gon' find a nigga he shot
Dead, they call that FaceTime, nigga
Stay out the way, but I'll shake your whole gang 'fore you shake mine, nigga
Solo, pushin' the buggy in the store with the tool
And I'm pullin' up Lamborghini, pickin' up my daughter from school
We grew up fast paced, no big homies to show us the rules
I be havin' bad days when I don't want to take no photos, I'm rude
Like move, ten times outta ten, if you ever see me, I be clutchin'
I'ma let it slang and pray to God, show me forgiveness when he judge me
I'ma try to aim that bitch between a nigga ears, he ever touch me
Can't trust a ho, even if these bitches really think they love me
Long as you know, never let a pussy nigga give me nothin'
Nowadays, a nigga really gettin' money, I remember back when
I tell them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
I tell them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
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0oglqIdDQ35cO40F7wx9yo | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Pick From Pain | Daytrip took it to 10 (Hey)
Huh, ballin' nigga, tell me what the bank says
And I think that the Rollie gon' hit harder with the gold face
If shawty bad, she don't need no man, then she okay
I'm on his ass, bullets comin' fast if he owe me
I'm on it (Top) I seek it, you got it (Got), beat it
She gon' heal my soul, bleed on the beat
We can't hide it, we been slangin' iron in the streets
With my niggas dyin' 'bout me, screamin' murder, throwin' them B's
I took it to another level, follow, you breathe
I'm hurtin' on another level, this is all on me
Shawty, right before the night falls they all on me
Soon as the lights down, don't sleep
Me and my niggas lookin' for the scene
Who want it? Fuck who makin' more money
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
If I ain't with my brothers then I'm all on my own
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm the one who they chose
This shit ain't ever make me change, I'm a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
I know they ain't forgot none
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
She don't need a nigga, leave a nigga, run off with that bag
He won't hurt a nigga, leave a nigga, hit him with that MAC
Her intentions was to leave a nigga, try to do me bad
You can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands
Hold these bands, I'ma hit with that chopper his ass
Dirty money, we clean 'em with rags
Took the air, conceal 'em in bags
I don't hear money talkin', too much mouthin' out my pants
I just want them bundles of blue hunnids in my pants
Got my Glock out, nigga, like
Who want it? Fuck who makin' more money
Run it up, but it ain't help nothin', no
If I ain't with my brothers then I'm all on my own
I was runnin' from the pain and I'm the one who they chose
This shit ain't ever make me change, I'm a rider
Grew up with them shottas
Go shoppin' and we spendin' every dollar
He tryna text my mains, we gon' rob him
I know they ain't forgot none
We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
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6V36R3RX2K3iZgchjO7FLA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Top Files | That's Vade on the keys
Free Von man
I just gone and did it
Lil Top, nigga, YoungBoy
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one bit myself (not one bit)
They don't understand me ('stand me)
I don't understand myself (myself)
My sis say that she heard, "Boom"
As they tried bringin' grandma on back inside the livin' room
Oh, ah-ah
I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get a Bible
Self-made warrior (warrior)
I done slept on concrete beds and all (and all)
Got tears fallin' down (down)
You can't tell behind the collect calls (you can't)
If I stay against the wall (wall)
Even if I don't, we all fall (all fall)
Black man, can you lend a hand? (Hand)
We loadin' up, takin' back what's ours (takin')
Uncle died breakin' in a house, this shit so grimy (so grimy)
He gon' do that time to take your time, that shit's so slimy (slimy)
Inside a house, split a bedroom, I guess what I miss (what I miss)
Inside the streets where I lay
Outside that buildin' I is (where I is)
It's some street nigga facts, this ain't no poetry (no)
Outside that wall we leavin' blood in the street (no)
Fuck the wicked now, my soul, my family, she keep
I'm already burnt, someone please hold on to me
They don't like who I am
I don't like it one bit myself (I don't like it one bit myself)
They don't understand me (they don't understand me)
I don't understand myself (I don't understand myself)
My sis say that she heard, "Boom"
As they tried bringin' grandma on back inside the livin' room
Oh, ah-ah
I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (oh, God)
I say I trust you, so don't get a Bible
I ain't in the skies
Head in the skies, plenty times I done cried (cried)
Plenty nights outside steady slangin' fire, bet my life for a while
I done been baptized, but still I don't know
Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried?
Or for murderin' ones who murdered our brothers?
And the shooters see God, those the ones died
And that shit made me can't sleep at night
Wake up at six every mornin', blind man on drank, I don't know why
The one that sleep outside every night, you know that that's a lie
Destiny, give me a rush, say what's the hype
You got the drop, then what's the price
Yeah, we gon' pop his head tonight (pop)
We gon' knock him off tonight (pop)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Oh-oh-oh
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2n460Dh5V5aPXkfTAh2Myz | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | AI Nash | BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say 80 degrees
And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on
You think?
(Goddamn, BJ with another)
13 hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans
Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store
Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe
Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros
Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold
When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze
And my chain on freeze
Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count
Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'?
She took shots and won over Top
I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard
I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top
He want someone else every time I get bored
I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords
If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it
Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it
Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah
They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh
13 hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans
Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from a look all of sudden
I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe
I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe
Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe
Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow
13 hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans
For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea)
Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally
(Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally)
Away from the drama
It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama)
You don't want no problems
Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it)
They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it
Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket
I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin'
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot, had to widen the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don't tell nobody about it
Cut you off like the hair on your twat
Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit
13 hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans
13 hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
♪
BJ on the beat, boy
♪
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)
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1IeXZVBNGJJExnzNmXcLRX | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ten Talk | Ayy, hello? (Who is this?)
I just got off the phone with DDawg (not gon' say)
Ayy, you keep stuck up in your ways, you gon' fall, slime (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Man, I know that shit, nigga
Yeah, don't know, ayy, but look, though
I ran up that money so motherfuckin' high, ayy
I swear to God I could stop rappin' now, nigga
I wouldn't give a fuck 'bout what you think, bitch
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
I'm smokin' on doja, I pull up rollin' on some ign'ant shit
Know the opp pack potent, police pull us over, bitch, get rid of it
Motherfuck them shows, I ain't leavin' my home, bitch, I'm really rich (bitch, I'm rich)
And I'm so caught up in my ways, I tint out all that shit
Order 750 from the bank, and they say, "Goddamn"
I ain't gotta walk in, I just call, they know who I am
Flex on Instagram and go to tweakin', seem like I spam
So many plaques around this bitch, fuck who don't like what I'm sayin'
Swervin' in that Lam' with the gang, we all tool totin' (tool totin')
You start this shit, on Dump, we end it with them tools blowin' (tools blowin')
Pussy, I was tryna buy a soul, but my bro stole it (man, he stole it)
Swipe too much, interior rig, I think my car totaled (car totaled)
Yeah, fuck your lingo, how you bomin', nigga? (Yeah, yeah)
I'ma post the Trey on 38, I hear ya comin', nigga
Probably got my stick out with a big ass stack of hundreds, nigga
Better have your stick out, release six off when you turnin', nigga, uh, mmh
How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
(Ayy, why you been on some stupid shit with everybody, YoungBoy?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, why you feel like all these hoes ain't shit?)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, I really do know, but I really don't know, but look here)
Nigga, I don't know
(Ayy, just roll a blunt up and light the strong, nigga, bah)
Pussy nigga, say that you want smoke, then let your chrome blow
Bitch, stop all that hatin', just come say somethin', what you on, foe?
Jumpin' in that Maybach, in my styrofoam, red dope
I'm full of pills, in my Bentley, who that is? Your ho
Why them bitches don't wan' nominate Lil Top? I don't wan' know
I'm from the streets, I got that guap, this shit I'm blessed for
This shit around my wrist'll get you popped or get you stepped on (get you popped, bitch)
But on the other end, I don't get nothin' less than one-fifty a show
How you get them cars and all that jewelry? Nigga, I don't know
How you spent that money and still got millions? Nigga, I don't know
How I got all them bitches and don't want one? Nigga, I don't know
Why you actin' slow? Nigga, fuck it, let your chrome blow
I can't take the clean route, I'm G'd up
They talk down, I'm rich now, lil' nigga, I can head home
Fresh up out a cell block, can fill up an arena
I'm turnt up, you try and get your face blown
Savage nigga, I don't know
Uh, yeah, Lil Top, nigga, I don't know
Bitch on Vogue, nigga, I don't know
Who I'm fuckin' with, that's your ho
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5a5uR7dPCLyiwLdefyHmGQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | On The Rest | Pipe that shit up, TnT
You gettin' me, D-Will?
Yeah
They know who I am
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money
Spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hunnid grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em, "Bet that and cash out on the rest", yeah
I pull up icy from my fuckin' head to teeth (head to teeth)
I don't speak, you see murder when I blink
I'm in that Rolls with that gang out on the street
These pussy ass niggas gon' sing, they try takin' somethin' from me
I done ran a check up, I go promise I won't hurt no more
Straight out the North, that's on my bro, I never trust no hoe
Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole
I'ma catch my K before I freeze, they'll never say I fold
Who broke the code?
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money
Spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hunnid grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain't been paid, okay
I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I'm fazed, I ain't
Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain't stayed ten days
Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise
Go check my bank account, don't give a fuck who lit
Any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch
But this nigga, I can show him how to move a brick
They know we be with the shit
Ask VL, I'm gon' get 'em hit
They sit on shit inside the sixty
I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money
Spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hunnid grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
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3DJDHPAonp1r2w7UgeLLuI | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Step On Shit | Free Von (TwanTheProducer)
Yeah
I remember I was young
I remember we was staying behind the mall
I was staying with my turn, you heard me?
We was standing outside as I looked at a nigga, I told 'em, I say
Only thing, only thing I'm missing out
That's gon make everything complete
I need to stretch something (Morreti Goin' Crazy)
My niggas just looked at me, yeah (AKel)
Man I'm like, "Fuck that"
Dirty ass nigga always looking for a fucking lick
Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fucking sense
Savage ass nigga, always walking with a dirty stick
Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit
Demon seed my momma'll tell you
Bitch, don't let your children pay
He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th
It's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today?
You 'bout that shit? Well, bitch, we 'bout the same
It's gon' go down this way
You know I'm with the shits (yeah)
You say it's up, we whoop the bitch
Knock down the whole clique
I kill 'em all, ain't got no pics
Now check the scope up, bitch, I'm four up with this murder shit
I want his brains on top the pavement right aside the bitch
He a dread-head, we leave him smoked out on some rasta shit
Leave out straight bet when them choppas spit
I got dead men on these dollars, bitch
You be talking reckless, we be stepping make you hold that shit
Chill with all that weapon, we gon' stretch him
Man, I told that bitch I grew up on some soldier shit
We outchea doming shit
Police ask me do I wanna see a pic of how they found the bitch
I'm sorry I'm a rapper, I just talk, I don't condone it
Soon as we get the drop, you know we cap 'em
They say we wrong for this (we gon' get your ass gone with this)
Dirty ass nigga always looking for a fucking lick
Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fucking sense
Savage ass nigga, always walking with a dirty stick
Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit
Demon seed my momma'll tell you
Bitch, don't let your children pay
He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th
It's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today?
You 'bout that shit? Well, bitch, we 'bout the same
It's gon' go down this way
Look, ring around the rosy (okay), pussy say he on me (let's go)
I'ma put his dick onside his thugs (and that's on my momma)
Pussy nigga scared to be in the B
Lying like he in the streets
Know he'll be dead if we just where he was
So we miss stepping on them ducks
Who you leave out in the field? Nigga, yeah
Herm said he just caught a new one, drilled, dummy dead
Posting songs, don't start preaching what you saying, pussy nigga
We put shit that sleep with Glocks like we got Xans in these pistols
I say 4KTrey my business, we gon' step on any nigga
Who that is? Kill the witness
Say the word and they gon' book some
Ain't got no words for no bitch
I pull that stick out on a nigga
Like lay your bed, I throw the pillow
The police after all my niggas, look
Dirty ass nigga always looking for a fucking lick
Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fucking sense
Savage ass nigga, always walking with a dirty stick
Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit
Demon seed my momma'll tell you
Bitch, don't let your children pay
He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th
It's 4KTrey, I seen nobody, say like who gon' die today?
You 'bout that shit? Well, bitch, we 'bout the same
It's gon' go down this way
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0KYZCK5pIBT5Ac5mJOXus7 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Drop'Em | Ayy, turn me up Nin' (uh, uh, uh)
Yeah, Lil Top (uh, buh, buh, buh)
Ayy, we really in the streets with this shit boy (buh, buh)
I can't trust nobody
Bitch, I'ma shoot VP if anythin' go wrong (how you bummin'?)
Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)
Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (we gon' drop, yeah)
Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, yeah (they won't do it)
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?
Lil Top, let's go
Bitch, how you be talkin' when your man's dead?
Bitch, blow your pole
Scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls
Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows
Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my fuckin' Rolls
Fuck, if it's two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome
This that flexin' talk
I just pulled this bitch from out the bank
Now watch that Maybach, whoa
Leave these bitches blind
I'm so shine the way this Patek spark
Rest out in the North, get my day one
'Wop, let that cutter off
Pressure been applied
Why I'm so up, it ain't my fuckin' fault
Ah, yeah, I say bump it down
Bust down, quit that talkin' out your head
I took fifty pounds
Flew that shit from Cali to that bay
Bitch, don't turn around
I say just go down, gimme head
Police crackin' down
Fuckin' beat that case, we bust his head
So fuckin' slimy, nigga
Check the climate, what ya read?
It say, "A-I ballin', " it say, "A-I bust that nigga head"
Get the drop up on 'em
I got ten just for where he stand
Do a pop up on 'em
They gon' leave 'em stretched before I pay
Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (yeah)
Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (we gon' drop, yeah)
Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, yeah (they won't do it)
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah
Roll that dope up
That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah
Check the scoreboard
That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah
Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?
Dig up your bro
Bitch, how you be talkin' when your main's dead?
Bitch, blow your pole
Gave the drop and we popped and we popped 'em nigga
They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped 'em
Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta
Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, with them shottas
Nigga, ayy, I'm still flexin', still steppin
I don't give a fuck (ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on nigga?)
Don't know why a nigga be doin' all that ho ass shit (turn me up for)
But you a gangsta though (yeah)
I bet them niggas around you be lookin' at you
Nigga, you a bird bitch, yeah
I'm with the shit, you could suck my dick, nigga
Gang shit, no lame shit
You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (yeah, nigga)
Free DDawg
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1Um9JIho5AvmD5kSyRbMx0 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Unchartered Love | Mommy, India got the beats
♪
Baby, I know
You see me ridin' all alone
Baby, come see
The good in me 'cause they won't accept me
And I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
Or maybe it's just I'm too thug for all this shit
I lost my thugs behind this shit
I'm thankin' God for blessing me from above with all this shit
Let go of my love behind this shit 'cause ain't no trust inside all this
Me does wrong, I just wanna make sure our bond always exists
I took the wrong route, made it out, see me now
Fuck all the charges and the blogs, they never brought me down
They gon' remember what they told me 'fore they lay me down
Ride for my bros cause I'm a soldier, I'm leaving blood through the town
I ain't never changed, you can't say the same
Still want more revenge behind Dave
Triple on Northside, 38 on my knees
Grandma taught me how to pray
I be wanting you inside my life but you out
There fucking 'round with these lames
And I would try to make it right but you
Would try to make me feel ashamed
Come here, your friends too, it's alright
Come over, stay for the night, for the night
Young nigga, broke heart, take your
Motherfucking soul
Finna hit 5 and my oldest son ain't even
Fucking 5 years old
Baby, I know
You see me ridin' all alone
Baby, come see
The good in me 'cause they won't accept me
And I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
Look, even though we had our moments
Why the fuck you still gon' leave me 'lone?
And when you these people around me ain't right
When you know that they only 'round for my money
I remember calling yo' phone at night soon
As I had caught my first homi'
Never gave a thing to me in yo' life
For to make it right, you accept the money
And I know, some things you ain't tell
Playin' on me like I gave yo' number out, but you really fuck with him
Fuck the model, I take the summers off
I replace the bitch with gems
Do dirty work in fuckin' Timbs
We leave the mark above the rim
You was like my brother, why the fuck you cross that line?
Do that fat bitch mind before he tried
Now the army bigger, they won't slay me, oh I
Guns to yo' head, we let that smoke float to the sky
Born in for it all and leave this message for my child
Baby, I know
You see me ridin' all alone
Baby, come see
The good in me 'cause they won't accept me
And I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
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5YEAvnL3klXUE7etBXvMlp | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | RIP Lil Phat | RIP Lil Phat (Lil Treble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ooh, that bitch turnt up, what you on?
What you on?
What you talkin' 'bout, Zo? (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
What you tryna do, huh?
You act like, you act like you ain't been a gangster
Bitch, you know I been a gangster, yeah
You ain't even gotta turn me up like that, boy, yeah
You know what's happenin' with me, free DDawg, ain't nobody safe
Let's go
Rollin' off them pills, steady spinnin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Tryna pop a nigga cap, that's off the flat, it be controllin'
If them niggas get to poppin', then just know he got it on him
I ain't gotta point 'em out, my niggas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I'm in a zone, yeah
My niggas rollin' off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And bitch, I been that, I'm still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your fuckin' dome, yeah, send your ass home, yeah
Nigga, ain't no temptin' me, watch me do my murder dance
30 Glock up in his pants, fuck the cops, he stretch your mans
He say he need another one, he just took another Xan'
He say he gon' step on us, he gon' need another plan
Dirty as a motherfucker, still come through fuckin' swervin' (boom, nigga)
Out the roof up in this bitch, who said I was worried? (Who said I was worried?)
I get trey like back to back, they shoot that bitch like Curry
Behind the line, a couple stacks'll probably get 'em early, hold on
Rollin' off them pills, steady spinnin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Tryna pop a nigga cap, that's off the flat, it be controllin'
If them niggas get to poppin', then just know he got it on him
I ain't gotta point 'em out, my niggas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I'm in a zone, yeah
My niggas rollin' off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And bitch, I been that, I'm still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your fuckin' dome, yeah, send your ass home, yeah
Wan' do somethin' with who? I got that tool up in this bitch (on slime)
We can go to scufflin' since you bootin' in this bitch (I ain't lyin')
Flash out and make it ugly, ain't no movin' in this bitch (bitch, what up?)
I'ma shoot a horror movie, ain't no choosin', ain't no picks
I'ma go across your shit with this Henny bottle, nigga
Still be with the shits, just since I left the bottom, nigga
Put you up with your clique, you fuckin' with the Dada, nigga
Bust your ass, that's a fact, ain't 'bout no fuckin' dollar, nigga
How I come through on them jiggas
Rollin' off them pills, steady spinnin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Tryna pop a nigga cap, that's off the flat, it be controllin'
If them niggas get to poppin', then just know he got it on him
I ain't gotta point 'em out, my niggas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I'm in a zone, yeah
My niggas rollin' off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And bitch, I been that, I'm still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your fuckin' dome, yeah, send your ass home, yeah
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7MYFKS7XpVz1JQDK38pr8N | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Knocked Off | Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat
Ayy, fuck all you niggas, yeah
Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah)
We step on anything, and still steppin', nigga (Look)
Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga
Gang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this on your noggin, nigga
I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah
All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead
Fuck nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
Talk like Top, get on these meds
Get out your top, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spray
Jump out and we slumped his ass
They can't run, we on they ass
I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon' get him knocked off
But these bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
Can't help you, see I'm rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FN's and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me blind, I don't know these people, yeah
She wan' be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, go
She wan' talk, girl, I don't have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah
Bitch, I keep that stick, but don't play pool, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
Pussy nigga, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil' boy, nigga
I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon' get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
♪
Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat
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1aMokXl3uKDvCh4BBcjFOA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Lil Top | Khris James, what the fuck?
Goddamn, VJ with another one
Let's go
Ayy, turn me up, Big Zo
We finna step up, yeah
(Mmh, that Lil Top), Lil Top, Lil Top, yeah
I'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeah
I'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeah
I don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' nigga
I cut off my day ones for the win (Win)
I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (Skrrt)
Up, got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in
Not even close with family
Why the fuck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' nigga)
Let's go
Fuck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (Alright)
A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent
I'm only twenty, can't nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime)
Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (Let's go, let's go)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that hoe, man
I can't keep nothin' (Can't keep a hoe), let's go
Lost my brothers, I ain't friendly, nigga (Friendly, nigga)
I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (Oh)
Straight up out the mud, we from the trenches, nigga
The realest ones had the hardest way of livin' (Talk to 'em)
But who want smoke?
I drop them bags, I'm quick to send it, pussy nigga
Whip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats
And some benjis, broke ass nigga
Fuck their opinion, it don't help out how I'm livin' (Yeah)
Let's fight with millions, fuck whoever think I'm trippin', and yeah
I pull up black, and I see trouble
Cock one in it, yeah (I cock one in it)
I'm full of Xanax
All my brothers rollin' with me, yeah (They rollin' with me)
I'm up and focused, probably blow if you come near me playin'
Got all my pockets filled with hundreds
Doin' the murder man (Let's go)
The biggest boss, ride through the North
I keep my gun in hand (Gun in hand)
I don't wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds dance
R.I.P. Dump, everyday dump a hundred some rounds on them
Came from the bottom
They don't even know, this money got 'em starin' (Let's go)
(Mmh, that Lil Top) Yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (In through an invoice)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that hoe, man, I can't keep nothin'
One, two, three million, I bet it, placed a bet, I set it
It's way too hot, clear out the block, spin on your shit and wet it
Do it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch, we flexin' while we steppin'
I don't want to talk about that shit, this money my confession
I say this new Bentley a go-kart, drive this bitch like Kirby
I just threw one of them thangs back, I came through, I was swervin'
Get out of line, we smush your brains back, that murder shit be urgent
4KTrey, we put this bitch straight to your face
You think I'm worried (Yeah)
Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that hoe, man
I can't keep nothin' (Goddamn, VJ on another one)
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3qHgGyJY4GpXNOK4WL4NSo | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Red Eye | Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, ohh)
I'm a real, I'm a real
I'm a real good slime
I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (No more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
I stayed down lately, shawty, I'd die for you
Fuck that shit that he be talkin', did he ride for you?
I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you
And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you
Who you judgin'? I come up straight from the gutter
We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other
I can buy a hatchback, but can't buy my family back, my life nothin'
I want my Ne back, but I'm caught up with these hoes and I'm thuggin'
I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (No more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag
Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at
But I'd fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile
She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan' be a hype man
But the minute I wan' be alone, she don't like that
I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly
I ain't wanna be no rival with you
From the bottom all the way back to my section
Everyday, yeah, we be steppin'
Fuck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "Fuck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And fuck these hoes that don't love me, niggas don't like how I be stuntin'
I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war 'bout my cousin
Diggin' 'but I ain't searchin' for gold, I know I'm lookin' for somethin'
I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon
Stack that money 'til I can't no more (No more)
We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord
How long would it be until this pain gon' go?
Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah
Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that
Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (Yeah)
Yeah (Slime)
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0KVEBQA98JvkmB5ZydQ13k | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Fine By Time | This Vade on the keys
♪
It's YoungBoy, nigga, Lil Top, what up? Yeah
Ayy, I'm still on that same shit, yeah
Free DDawg, nigga
I ain't tryna lose nothin', you heard me? I got it on me
Same nigga from the trenches, never changed up
We steady killin' 'cause these niggas tryna frame us
Came from the bottom, Northside baby, I done came up
Fuck throwin' that money in the air, I throw my gang up
She ain't feelin' like she wrong
When I saw she'll cross me, I damn near lost my mind
I gave 'em trust when I saw hate in front my eyes
God, tell me if it's love, got me blind
Or tell me if it be this glizzy steady spittin' out fire
I'm still fresh up out of prison, got another charge
Rich nigga, probably be convicted on another count
I keep it goin' up with three million and it's goin' higher
I do my dance while Big Dump watching from the sky
And I be feelin' like I'm dope, I don't realize
That I ain't wait for no dependent that don't love a slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you with 'cause she forever mine
Pain gon' flow (Pain gon' flow, it's on you if you gon' ever let it go)
Time gon' go
(Time gon' go, just remember don't you ever let 'em take your soul)
Love move slow (Slow)
All this money never took the pain from a nigga
How I feel, they'll never know (They'll never know)
Niggas tryna take my life, keep a pole (Keep a pole)
All these drugs don't make it right, no (Oh)
Testify and we gon' slang that iron at the other side (Brrt, bah)
We blow them bitches back to back, ayy, what you on? (What you on?)
Quick to pick up when that murder call my phone, yeah (Brrt, brrt)
Give me a rush, I'm tryna bust that nigga's dome (Bitch nigga)
Grew from ambition, my pocket filled with them benjs
I'm ridin' 'round with that glizzy, pussy, come run up on that chrome
My grandpa fucked me up, he was walkin' out my home
He told me for to watch myself and keep my gun around
This nigga touched me to the heart, plenty battles I done fought
Don't move in daylight when it's dark, we at your top with them darts
This brand new Draco that I got, it hit and blow out your heart
I go by YoungBoy, but I always been Lil Top from the start
I got these bitches in my crib tryna fuck in the Royce
And I don't even know who she is, what she want me for?
It ain't no actin', how I'm actin', she realize I'm a thug
She know that I'll put this dick on her, includin' her girl
But how you feelin'? I been still dealin' with my pain
Still sending' money to DDawg, free him out them chains
Can't be around him, but I'm still thuggin' with my mains
It's a dirty game, this shit so slimy, it'll never change
Pain gon' flow (Pain gon' flow, it's on you if you gon' ever let it go)
Time gon' go
(Time gon' go, just remember don't you ever let 'em take your soul)
Love move slow (Slow)
All this money never took the pain from a nigga
How I feel, they'll never know (They'll never know)
Niggas tryna take my life, keep a pole (Keep a pole)
All these drugs don't make it right, no (Oh)
All these drugs don't make it right, no
I've been fightin' for my life, keep a pole
At the crib, bitches wan' fuck me in the Rolls
And I don't even know who she is or what she want
Ain't understandin' how I feel, I been down
But that don't matter, what matter I'm bein' strong
I go to Marshall, what matters? Ayy, what you on?
Feelin' like no more that I can't touch you through my songs
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37LWyqxXEUrjMxrhPlAiNF | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Suited Panamera (feat. Quando Rondo) | It's Vade on the keys
Ride around, 'round, ooh-whoa
Oh, slime
Every jawn, nigga, oh
Shit, I just woke up about two hours ago
Let's go
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
Singin' that, fuck that love shit, bitch, been long gone, baby
I got trust issues, plus these drugs won't let me hold on, baby
I be wantin' to leave it all, but did too much to fuckin' make it
The ones I love, I cut 'em off
'Cause it's too much and I can't take it
I don't do no talkin' on it, either side
Them Xans what got this look stuck up in my eyes
It numb my pain, never left, it only rise
At the end, not only that your soul left, your name dies
Hate what you believe, you do that shit 'cause I won't leave
I spend the money to make emotions ease
Bitch, now let me breathe
Known to draw down, we never freeze
Searchin' for love, it sure is deceiving
I still have no one on side of me
But when you see me, I be flexed up, nigga
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
My bros, yeah
I swear Lil Leaky, I miss you, nigga, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Shootouts with the other side, it got confidential
Many wouldn't even have me 'round if I wasn't beneficial
I'ma always take my brother's side while hangin' out that window
50K, I spend it on some VV's, you can ask the dental
It's okay, I watched Lil Leaky serve up out them rentals
Suburbans on the highway, no, we don't do the Sprinters
And I stay street life grindin'
'Cause I ain't really have a pot to piss in
A little street life shawty chasin' blue cheese 'cause he Crippin'
I feel like G life forever and always, yeah, I'm Crippin'
I'm in a street life, that's what all of my niggas been Crippin'
I'm all in love and lust, I showed you, I guess I got interference
She paint a picture perfect, two double cups help me get the image
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
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3ug164pc9RGmq4TM6x61vJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | How You Want It | Even though I want them niggas dead, that's all (Yeah, for sure)
Nah, for real though
I'm all alone and I'm thinking 'bout you
How you feel? (Slatt)
I say, you gotta tell me what you don't like
I might do it a couple times again, but I'll get it right
Tell me how you want it, baby (Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said, tell me how you feel (I said, tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby (Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)
I'm goin' insane, ain't askin' no main 'cause that shit lame
And I'm tired of playing games, if you want me, then make a change
'Cause all this back and forth shit, it done brought too much of pain
Fuck all them hoes I fuck with, I want you to be my main, I'm just sayin'
Xanax, Percocet, and plus that Lean
Got me acting all type of ways, make you think shit that it don't seem
I got hoes screamin' my name wherever I'm steppin' on the scene
I just hope I'm who you want 'cause I want you on side of me (Lil Top, ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)
Tell me how you want it, baby (Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said, tell me how you feel (I said, tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby (Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)
Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
Somewhat abusive, let's be trill
When I'm out here in that field
This pistol make a nigga chill (Bitch, what?)
But I be wantin' my bae right here
Got diamonds from mouth to my ear
If she ain't there, I don't appear
Where you at? I'll be right there
I pay that cost to fly a Lear
My niggas got bad bitches, be around me
They all wanna fuck on a nigga
Sometimes I get dirty
Sometimes I think of you and tell 'em, "Don't touch on a nigga", yeah
Compared to you, I know that it's wrong
I love how they lovin' a nigga, yeah
These bitches ain't shit, don't wan' be alone
Fuck 'round, take her home with a nigga, damn
Tell me how you want it, baby (Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said, tell me how you feel (I said, tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby (Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (All you do is keep it real)
Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
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4RhRDVXc3xFojyyjyh1jmN | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Long RD | Yung Lan on the track
Felipe S
♪
Yeah, uh, uh
I, oh, oh, oh, I, oh, oh, oh
Took it to ten and another level
Screamin', "Fuck all that love", steady runnin' it up
Let her get me caught up, I'll never let her
When they see me pull up in that double R truck
They'll never just think that I been a felon
They would think all this fame what brought all the pain
Been dealin' with this since I was eleven
I'm at odds with his man 'cause I took off his brain
And I'm steady flexin' and steppin'
I just went bought a new coupe
I ain't feelin' no pressure, cash out on a Lamb'
Won't be no comparin' between me and you
Since sixteen, young nigga been rich
Nigga just turned twenty, still havin' this shit
Fuck everybody hatin', I'm as real as it gets
Leave my sons with this money
I throw out the pitch (I got you forever, lil' nigga)
On a long road (Long road)
I ain't tryna find my way home (I ain't tryna find my way home)
I believe I can (Believe), I know somewhere (I know)
I'll find peace all alone (On my own)
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ah
Drop off the bag and I pick it up
If you want me to do it, then it's all for your love
I'ma stay in the house, I ain't going to no club
In this bitch gettin' it in, taking pain with the drugs
Ain't no love in my heart, I woke up with a mold
Who the fuck is these hoes in this bitch? Get 'em off
Cuttin' 'em off left and right, like a body, they fold
I don't like how they rock, I'ma move 'em around
That's for niggas and hoes, too
Say, YoungBoy, after all
Can you tell me why them people chose you?
I really don't know, fool
How the fuck did they find a young nigga who thuggin'
Who coming straight up out the bayou?
I ain't murder them niggas, please show me your witness
You get out your body, I buy you
Ones that I love treat me like a motherless infant
Can't say that I forever got you (I can't)
On a long road (Long road)
I ain't tryna find my way home
I believe I can, I know somewhere
I'll find peace all alone
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ooh, ah
Hell nah, I ain't fold, I'm a rider
Never once I changed on my partners, my day ones
Finna take that pint and pour out the bottle
Thank the ones call me the G.O.A.T.
But I'm the fuckin' slime one, no
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7HjRPlzOwN72D8gjn9zURA | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Okay | They got the Beats
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw (Lilkdubb)
Don't want shit, bitch ass nigga
Look
I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
You should head home, baby girl, if you're stressin'
I'm smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
She won't leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain't no textin'
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone
Bust his head with that chrome, yeah
Okay, what you on, nigga?
I just popped a flat and I been rollin' since this mornin', nigga
Pistol, thirty strap is on my lap, I put it on a nigga
Play and you gon' die, and believe me, boy, you're not the only nigga
Boy, you should've known this, nigga
Pull up with them cutters to standoff, yeah (pussy, baow), yeah
Aimin' at your mama, or your sister, daddy head, yeah
Leave that boy for dead, let the coroners pick him up, yeah
Right now I won't move 'cause these pills got me stuck (Baow, baow)
What the fuck? Tell these hoes I say good luck
My youngins robbin' like it's snow, but not Tha Bluff (yeah, baow)
Pop your noggin if you're actin' like you're tough
I got money and I feel it ain't enough
What it is? We got sticks off in this truck
It's strictly smoke, I let it off, these bitch ass niggas blow a puff
Fuck that hoe, tear off the door, it ain't no sense to even duck
This pussy nigga tried to run, I hit the corner, then I bust
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone
Bust his head with that chrome, yeah
That murder shit, I seen it, yeah, chop out and I'm beamin'
I got all these bitches screamin', it's dirty, I'ma clean it
I'ma spray it with that mop, I'm like, "Bitch, give me a reason"
I got thirty in this Glock, I'ma hit and clear the scene and now
I just spent a half a million, I ain't trippin' 'cause I got it
I just gave Big Meech a fifty and I say I bust the body
I'm so loaded, play, I pop it, I got narcotics in my body
Ride with that Draco in my
Rolls-Royce, once you start it, you can't stop it
I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
You should head home, baby girl, if you're stressin'
I'm smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
She won't leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain't no textin'
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone
Bust his head with that chrome, yeah
Free DDawg, nigga, yea
Northside 38 (We shoot 'em, baow, baow)
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today? It's on (Yeah)
I been on some shit like this (The drop, okay, okay)
I aim at you and I step with that stick on me, you hear me? (We had pulled up with the mopstick)
(Pussy nigga, said, "Obey")
If you get the ups on me, bitch ass nigga
You still ain't win, you heard me?
'Cause you gon' have to step on me
Before you take anything, believe that
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6fEdWrEYspdneQMNIT33I4 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bat Man | Dubba-AA flex
Mm, Statik On The Track (David Tell Em)
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Crack the seal on that dope and pour a four up
You got the opp, I got the Backwood, get you rolled up
And life cold, my nigga died, think that it's colder
Swerve on a nigga ass, aim with the strap, watch how he fold up
Bitch, you ain't gon' fold nothin', one thing you know is up with me
I got nothin' but killers on the line and they all stuck with me
Fuck the money, bro, them clutch that iron and they gon' bust for me
Run up, that's when all you niggas dyin', you think 'bout touching me
These niggas shootin' shit luckily
Bitch, this ain't no luck, nigga, we get close, bust the fire
No shooting from a distance, we gon' zip 'em, you just pull on side
This cutter hit 'em, flip 'em
Draco split 'em and they don't walk outside
Talk like you official, we gon' blitz him, buried while alive
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, fuck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Hundred shots, a hundred fools, 4KTrey break all the rules
Die today if we see you, stretch 'em and watch how I move
Bitches tryna Youngboy walk, niggas tryna baller-block
Come see what I got in this car, before I shoot, I shorten the stock
Big thirty-eight, I beat a opp, big four-five and it's made by Glock
Hop out the car and escape from the cops
Spray it with the K and we tearing up the block
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, fuck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
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1m5ThpiPCchWtaBIAnNfz8 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Call Me Late | How you wan' do it?
I'm a thug, nigga, I came in influenced
And I'm spreadin' it 'til they influence, nigga
But look here, I'ma pop your top
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls (Big Slime, ayy)
Let's go, uh
Baby, call me later, I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time)
I been chasin' money right now (right now)
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (at everybody)
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch a body (pow, pow)
Hardbody (hard)
Get a Xan and pop it, I got money in my pocket
I got thirty in this rocket, nigga, uh, make me pop it
Runnin' from these hoes and they caught me
My life on froze, can't be on the road
But you know that real niggas capitalize off anything
I'm tryna take his soul, we catch him, we blow
All that talkin' out his top is why I'm gon' bust his brain
Feelin' on her body, like, ooh, ooh
If I'm in here doin' too much, then baby, you tell me to stop
Got .223's and Glock 9's and I got AR's
It ain't no flodge, it ain't no cap
I got three straps up this bitch right now
And plus a fuckin' 40 Glock
Finna up and bust your ass, nigga, slime
I just put 'bout fifty racks on top that last nigga mind
Big Rolls Royce or Maybach every time I'm slidin', nigga, bye
I got nine up in this Glock, but I'ma hit your ass with five
I'm like, "Bitch, don't waste my time," no, everybody shine
I got bitches throwin' up 4KTrey, they bangin' for Big Slime
Green flag hangin' on my waist right on side that fire
Like fuck that boy, I zip his ass and I go sit my ass in trial
Who want problems? I had the whole city screamin', "Murder she wrote"
I don't just want one, I want all 'em, I'ma kill him
That's my main focus, and after that I'ma zip them other niggas
Jumped out my sleep and grabbed my Glock from off my bed
Deja ask me, "Man, what's wrong?" I said, "I'm paranoid, I'm scared"
She said that I was shakin' while I was sleepin', that's probably why I'm jumpin' like that
I had a dream they got the drop, started bustin' and I shot back
Catch me doin' my dance, Diddy Boppin', YoungBoy whoppin', ooh
Choppers poppin', bodies droppin', pussy niggas know
Play, I pop your noggin', police can't stop it, I'ma let you know
You can hide all you want, won't be long until you gone
Murder, we spinnin' they circle
And nigga, I won't stop until I get 'em all gone
Ben just hit a nigga nine times with that chrome
Everybody got they time, I still scream, "It ain't long"
Just leave me alone, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I been ridin' with that chrome, police and niggas still won't stop me
I'm still havin' dreams, the devil ride me (he ride me)
They all would leave me today, see what's inside me (see what's inside me)
But I won't show off that side (let's go)
I just drove that Porsche inside some New Balance, yeah, yeah
I just took a bean, it gave me ape status, yeah, yeah
I just put an eight on 808, let the speakers boom
Nigga, I don't pick and choose, hoes inside of every room
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes (hair down to her toes)
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls (I jumped from out that dirt alone)
Let's go, uh
Baby, call me later, I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time, baby)
I been chasin' money right now (right now)
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (I shoot at everybody)
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch an body (they tryna catch a body)
Ayy, 4KTrey, Northside 38
Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' try today? Yeah
I'm still on that same shit, who gon' die today? Nigga
Free my brother out that can, yeah
And I'm still doin' the murder man dance, nigga, yeah
Every time I knock one of you bitches off, old ho ass nigga
Real gangsta, know you been hidin'
I'm outchea
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6KJCGu0tOmhk87jX6Dz7Ql | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Gunsmoke | Lil' Neal on the track, so you know the beat retar...
Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?
Gimme a joe
What you on, bro? (Doin' shit, back when I was doin' this shit), hah
Ayy, it's YoungBoy (I ain't on shit)
You already know me, alright, I ain't on shit, nigga
I'm on that same shit, gang shit
Murder gang, big boolin' shit (Boolin')
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
Don't tell me to go fuck with it
Nigga, if you don't want do this shit
Tell me how you won't do this shit
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin' at me on no foolish shit (Bitch)
Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on)
Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow (Pull up)
Choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin' at your door
I roll like ahks, we gon' have some problems (Yeah)
Pussy nigga, who wan' do it with the dada? Yeah
Whack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap)
Or at your mammy, whatever you wan' call her (Ahh, bitch)
I'ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)
Move on, I'ma shoot this bitch (Ha)
Say somethin', I ain't goin' back on nothin' (Nah)
Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it)
Long cutter with the coolin' kit
Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass)
Kill 'em all, I don't know who to get (Buck)
Lay 'em down, and that stupid bitch
No, oh, no, I got Herm on guard (Guard)
Wildin' out with these murder cards
Slime nigga, that's Blood gang (Slime)
Ridin' 'round with that murder squad (Squad)
Who said they gon' kill AI?
Fuck nigga, they don't know YoungBoy
Broke niggas gon' see these cars (Gon' see these cars)
Pullin' up, hoppin' out with rods
Murder gang, we just boolin' shit
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
Don't tell me to go fuck with it
Nigga, if you don't want do this shit (Yeah)
Tell me how you won't do this shit (Baow)
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin' at me on no foolish shit
Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on)
Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow
Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin' at your door
Hah (What you on, bro?)
Yeah, huh (We gon' let it blow)
You know it's 4K Trey, Northside 38, (Choppers at your throat)
Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Ol' bitch-ass nigga, slime
Blood gang, big boolin' shit, yeah, hah
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit
Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy
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2OUY5NdALupSoIQN9ZBH1a | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bad Bad | I got Hitman on the beat
♪
AKel (yes, sir)
YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head" (uh, uh, uh, uh)
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir)
Shawty don't love me, you know I'ma treat her bad (bad-bad)
I'm real right, hold yo' sticks tight
Get yo' clique knocked with this cash
These niggas with me 4KTrey, they bust yo' ass (bust yo')
Nigga, what it's hittin' like?
It's a stick fight, we gon' bust until you smash
They want attention, then YoungBoy get you clapped at
Rollin' off them pills, it's gon' go down, push yo' hat back
My niggas know they let off, they better clap back
Up in Cali with two gats, I need three more, see where the straps at (yuh)
I need a pint, I won't go under, I'll be leanin' 'til the morning
I'll face his dome, won't catch him slippin', creep up on him
I got all this money don't mean nothin', and it ain't a question, I'ma dump it
So think twice before you dream of takin' somethin'
He hit the kill switch when he turnt up on them meds (mm-mm)
He lose his mind and he put five on top yo' head
On them Xans he catch him walkin' like he dead
He don't give a fuck if it's his bloody, zip him, yeah, yeah (mm-mm-mm)
YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead
(Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through)
(I came back fixed, is he eternal? I did it dirty)
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir)
Flexin' bad, hunnid grand cash in my pants, make me bust yo' ass
All I do is hand it to my mans
Blow that glizzy, bitch nigga
Totin' the green flag, tryna-be-down ass nigga, uh
Wanna be YoungBoy, ol' clown ass nigga (bah)
4KTrey official
Shawty wanna top me, slime me down, yeah, nigga
Just like his brothers, I'ma leave that nigga dead (dead-dead)
Terminate you bitches, hit yo' block and leave it red
YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead
(Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through)
(I came back fixed, is he eternal? I did it dirty)
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir) still don't want you homie
YoungBoy came back like they left him for dead
(Yeah, yeah, gon' air 'em through)
(I came back fixed, is he eternal? I did it dirty)
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir)
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0Fj1NN9QtXbSmNS46BexHg | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | No Understand | This Vade on the keys
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaws (hey Lil Kdubb)
♪
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love (watch me burn)
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was (I can't tell)
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Feel the breeze, nowhere to sleep or to run and hide (run and hide)
Unthoughtful game, they don't see the pain when looking in your eyes (in your eyes)
I'm a bloody man, I don't feel shame for all them niggas dying (dying)
Holding on to my name with nothing to claim
When through the night, I'm crying (crying)
These bitches lying, let's face the fact
Them bullets flying let's talk 'bout that
Couldn't grab my strap, BaBa shot back
I feel the pain of the innocent
When I did my time, I ain't feel nothing
It was for that man who was heaven-sent
For that child who was great
She wasn't supposed to deal with this shit
I'm with the shit, point that Draco at your head (bitch, what up?)
But it don't mean nothing when them white folks talking 'bout bread
Lost in your thoughts, without your fam, nowhere to stay (just think about)
Grew in that North, learned that's one place where not to play at (run)
Cop cars come and take your child away (uhn uhn)
Putting guns to the face, so ain't nobody safe (uhn uhn)
Scream 4KTrey, I wonder if I'm who the change is
Can't find forgiveness since the day heaven gates where my mans went (damn)
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
I wonder why wanna see me cry
You fucking with the other side, probably wanna see me die
We ain't stop until we get 'em, thug, we busting at the ride
Fuck all four these people bring me down, my head stay to the sky
I'm a slime
What's the order? I ain't do nothing wrong (I'm doing a song), this what I'm taught
They been fucking up the culture, tryna tell a nigga it's law (it's not)
My lil' nigga, he a vulture, he don't know his mom or pa (nah)
He don't even know what's important, he just gon' knock your head off
But I'm wrong for being safe in this home of the land (home of the land)
And I stand for 3 and K, not once, not never, we ran (never we ran)
I been bringing food to the plate for either the fam or my fans (fan or my fans)
Real niggas gon' know you hurting, you ain't gotta hold out your hand
Hold your head, we are never far
As long as we stand, they'll never call
Or ask a nigga how they been or how they feeling through the day
They'll be havin' greed or envy 'bout the money you done made
But I want all you bitches to
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
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3z2q4KZxGOotjB87arytei | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Dirty Iyanna | You'll never make me lose
So why you bragging on me?
Your ways was cruel, I was fooled
I was too blind for to see
My I.D. cover the news
Seems only trouble I keep
You was the one I would choose
Choose for to be there for me
Can't tell me not to do this because I do what I want
We came up out the street
Straight from the block selling raw
She said, she never will leave
Soon as she left it was hard
I wanted her here with me
She left me out with my boys
But I say "That's okay"
Protect my heart with that rod
I'm running far out your reach
I mean as far as the stars
Might have to cancel my cards
Don't come out after dark
I see she won't leave me 'lone
She sliced the tires on my car
Dirty Iyanna, oh
Dirty Iyanna, oh
Dirty Iyanna, no
Dirty Iyanna
Forever we get it
I'm sick of these bitches, they flow in my head, ah
We be chasing on riches, however you want it
It's straight for the head, ah
And she know that I love her, she want me to cuff her
I think she'll hurt me, I never will let her
I'm sending condolences inside of a letter
Still trappin' like Griselda
No, it ain't safe in these streets, all alone, ah
No, we don't play, keep that heat, we take it slow out
Even though when I'm wrong, I ain't never gon' lie
If I feel that I owe you, I'm gon' make it right
I'll be thuggin' and keepin' my head to the sky
Double back on a lap by myself and I cry
In a bed while I'm dreaming behind you I die
Before that can happen, I let off that fire
Trappin' and rappin', we shoot to the top
After I'm asking "Can we have a child?"
After heartbreak, I'll cut off relations
But I be thinkin' 'bout you on the daily
Tell my niggas what up and they said that I'm crazy
Remember wit' you all them hoes, they hatin'
Dirty Iyanna, no
Dirty Iyanna, oh
Dirty Iyanna, no
Dirty Iyanna, Dirty Iyanna (Iyanna, Iyanna)
Dirty Iyanna
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4J9IhLFhkZFxsy7kQK8Oe1 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Make No Sense | Buddah Blessed This Beat
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga, but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah-yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, God, damn
Make no sense, yeah, make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ayy, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another .30 burner (.30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (whipping hard)
It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch, I'll put you under
I ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make 'em tweak like "damn"
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me? I see 'em hating like damn
All of 'em don't get the money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like, nigga, uh, nigga
Nigga, bitch, nigga, baow, with my jewelry (fuck the jury)
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga, but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah-yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, God, damn
Make no sense, yeah, make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ayy, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
4KTrey, BoB, I been that bitch, you know it's me
Tell them niggas, I say fuck 'em
These hoes ain't shit, they want my cash, so I'll never love 'em (stupid bitch)
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this 50 ball (I don't need no clique)
On TV, I could tell my youngin', "Hit him with the cutter"
Boom, motherfuck a nigga
That's a bar, real nigga blessed him with that bar, and he say, yeah-eah
He out the H, you play, he shoot you in your face
Northside, bullets flying, back to back, bitch, when we ride
I'm convicted, but it's an issue, I'll slide for a slime
Die today, bitch, they say four pussy niggas died 'fore I died, slime
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga, but be posted in the bricks, ayy
It make no sense, yeah-yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, God, damn
Make no sense, yeah, make no sense, nah-uh
Make no sense, ayy, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime
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6ZEg5lvsHhIqAxu2OiryYY | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Bring 'Em Out | Yeah that too
Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though
Bring 'em out (out)
For that money, I'ma rush all day (bring it)
Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I count it up now
I ain't hear nothin' y'all say (nah)
They don't know I came up from the bottom (bop)
But they know that these niggas be flodgin' (flodgin')
She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar (Huh)
From the hood, but shorty a model (let's go)
If I see the lil' bitch,
I run down on a bitch, I don't bust it from out of the car
I got bitches roll 6s, on God
Lockin' in like she a lil' boy
Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard
How I live, I be playin' my cards
On the real, I got bro with the rod
He gon' shoot it the minute he saw it
He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the mozzie
Get that money and fuck on these hoes
Run it up, and then stick to the code
Double up, it's the life that he chose
I be steppin' in Margiela more
I got Louboutin all on my clothes
On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze
Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose
Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose
My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt" (Slatt)
Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back
Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lex'
Hand out money, so broke, get a pack
Every couple months, I give her a bag
Every two weeks, she go get her a wax
Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass
Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass
I'ma spin on his ass, I'ma blow out his mind
Let off a shot, you on war with the slime
Ride in the front, do the dash, I'm slidin'
Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side
Pull up, start dumpin', and send 'em a sign
Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin'
[?] a soul or show, we gon' send a deposit
Turn up, bad, yeah
I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes
I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls
I'm the man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go
I'm in a bang, yeah, I got drones,
Don't nobody need sticks if you ain't know
I can dig up some gold like LSU
Make a beat with' the Glock like I'm Saddam
She be talkin' to me like a baby
Had to ask the lil' ho, "Where your mother went?"
Don't wan' fuck her, I lie, been [?]
Play that role until you come relevant
Give a bag I know they gon' step on shit
I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me
I'ma gangsta for real, ain't no cappin'
If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it
I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic
You could play, send a shot at yo' mammy
Findin' money around like some dandruff
I be dancin' like Elvis, go Manson
Helta Skelta, I kill a whole clan in
Sell [product?], then I go back to plannin'
She ain't right tryna trap with a baby
I went dumb, you went back and go brazy
She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy
Stay down, kept it real, and he made it
They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican
He gon' go to the max he a man-man
I got Molly in me like a beach tan
I put J on my feet with the old Vans
I went bought 23 with the old money
I could go pull out some old hunnids
I got a whole lot of new money
I say a word, get you fronted
I say a word, get you knocked off
I take the charge, it's my fault
I send them youngins to spin where you
Be at to knock you off and your bro, dog
And I get the addy or drop where you be at,
We gon' blow it and tear the whole house down
And I'm on the block where you barley could be
At, it won't take you that long to get shot down
If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around
Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found
Old heads, they evict, they gon' roll around
If they know that they got it, they do it now
I got money-
That's it? Man you got me trippin' in this bitch, man
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0WMMbyObGsrFxYdsof1Ipi | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Lost Motives | Ayy, tell me when to go
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
Hey, Lilkdubb
For the fall, they been waitin' on me, I know that's what they all say
Live it up, they been hatin' on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause we all paid
New Givenchy, fuck the critics
Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away
I came in by myself, they ain't listen
I was that nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition
Came up runnin', we'll take off from them cop cars
When we got caught, ain't do no trippin', that's what made us
This .30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us
To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won't change us
Behind my mans, I'll die today, I won't change up
I put that shit on his mama, we did some dirt with that choppa
We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuck and come swallow
They tryna slip off the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas
The one I want, I ain't find her
But spendin' time with them robbers, we all play 'round with them choppas, we shoot this bitch at yo' mama
Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, who want problems?"
Another homi', another body, another hat for the dollar
Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody
I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun
And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, uh, is we gon' die?
'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today
Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear-view
They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear you
You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you
He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill too
Ain't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do
I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too
Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you"
Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do
Cuddlin' in a black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too
Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you
Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face you
Bleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt", the truth like Jesus
Even though I did, don't let them people say I made you
'Cause I'ma steady keep doin' shit that you can't do
Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody
I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun
And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, uh, is we gon' die?
'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today
Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear-view
They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear you
You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you
He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill too
Ain't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do
I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too
Show them the slime
This slime me though
Lil' top nig' YoungBoy
I'm on that same shit
I ain't doing nothing nigga
Free ChopperBoy, Free D-Dawg
You know what it is with me
Keep yo' head up, out ya nigga
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0QVvkAOstRG26pVYN95CeL | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Carter Son | You're a Genius, McFly
♪
AI
It's the Carter's son
The Carter's
Turn me up a lil'
Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin' (Rollin')
But did I mention this my own clothin'?
The fuck you mean?
Made nigga, bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over, they gon' say I stole it
Good mornin', we on it, I went bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros, to them, I feel I owed it
But let's not be heroic, 'cause everybody roguish
They don't want us totin' guns, but they let the fuckin' killers tote it
Let's take a ride and see, though, where them people be, though
Colt 45, the grip design, bought this bitch from Casino
Soprano, no Soprino, we live life like Yung Bino
Had a show in B-more, after that post on the block with Chino (I'm a hustlin' motherfucker)
Look for a star on every hundred, C note
I'm the top on YouTube, fuck a new school, I don't use no Vevo
These niggas 'round me, they too cruel, they bust tools and die for me, though
I don't pay money for no life, the murder pay off me, so
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though
♪
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though
(Yo I'ma kill in the name of your brother)
Sucked all the pain up, let's fuck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin' that rock (It's the Carter's son)
You got your change up, they brought your name up
When it's war, we wet they block, and when it's said, this shit'll never be done
I can't say I'm fucking with all this involvement
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them)
Venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made 'em
Some companions with ambitions, was
Double G, NBA native
I wish baptism could've saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement
I can't say I'm fucking with all this involvement
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama, my baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them" (Rob all them)
Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see, though
♪
Got juveniles on the block, thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they go all out for me, though
That's my son, and that my slime
He on my dime, it's the Carter's son
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6vWzkhoAp1SF4PEJ0iLKYQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Time I'm On | Three, man
Dubba-AA flexin'
AI
Louie Bandz made another one
I ain't never did that, nah
Why you acting like that? Nah
I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
This is the sound
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hunnids in my jeans
I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
No more sleeping on Montana couch
With a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now
I got platinum plaques around the house
I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all
I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
I ain't sit around, motherfuck what they make, I done went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds
hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat
Go back, more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold
I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherfuck if it's flashy
I come straight up out the streets, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still fuck with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as fuck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them
This is the sound
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3eeyKNIBrt5TH4y0y3QkOu | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Hot Now | Beat Execs
Guwap
Marcuss, you killin' the beat
Keep up, I like it, drive me all insane
Niggas want to test us, 45 sidekick
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain
Choppers out, many men, baow, baow
Baby girl, I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now (I need that fan)
Broke ass niggas with that playin', they get shot down (That playin')
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
Get shorty on them Xans, she get to spinnin' like a lighthouse
I'm walkin' through the mall, I'm tryna figure what the hype 'bout
You dumb lil' nigga, I ain't with that talkin', you'll get piped down
Shorty tryna to fuck, I told her hurry and come pull up now
She said, "Where you get your car? 'Cause I like it"
I said, "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
She said, "Why you totin' that gun? I'd rather you just fight, kid"
'Cause the day I put it down'll be the day I'm out of luck
Bitch, give me the recipe, this shit is gettin' the best of me
I need a beat through the headphones
This money, it ain't shit to me, your bitch'll dig a ditch for me
Plus he'll bat you in your shit with that chrome (Bitch, lay down)
I pulled up, jumped out, loaded, geeked
Bitch, don't come approach the heat
I'm focused, nigga, what the fuck you on? (What you on, bro?)
Two hundred thousand in the bag on me
Fortnite is the last release
They got the nerve to still be dissin' in they songs
They ain't even on
Choppers out, many men, baow, baow
Baby girl, I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now ('Cause I'm hot now)
Broke ass niggas with that playin', they get shot down
Plenty money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
She said, "Where you get your car? 'Cause I like it"
I said, "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
Niggas wanna test us, 45 sidekick
I hope these fuck niggas came with some luck
Keep up, I like it, drive me all insane
Niggas want to test us, 45 sidekick
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain
Mmh, ah
Choppers out, many men, baow, baow
Baby girl, I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now
Broke ass niggas with that playin', they get shot down
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0eGvris9sYZMOsTMHT20Td | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Seeming Like It | Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin' (Talk to 'em)
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (Yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Youngin' in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah
With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin'
His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin'
He ain't take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin'
He pulled out, bled the block
Left the bend and cocked his Glock
He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah
This shit'll never end, help you understand, I'd rather not
I'll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (Dope)
Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing
Shawty bad, I can't be with her, right now I can't chance it
4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
Bring them bags in
My nigga weigh it up and then I'm clockin' out
Pharmaceuticals, I got them pounds, we got H and all
One hundred, you can ask Lil Harris, Chevy, I'ma break it off
Or go ask Famgoon 'bout your face, I'll try to take it off
Better play your role, don't break the law
Flame'll be the last thing you saw
We built this shit together, we can't fall
Swear to God 'for the bros, I ain't helped no more who been caught
Just sent D-Dawg money but I ain't happy he still ain't call
As time flow, I can't cope through the scope
I'ma aim, take the brains off a fuck nigga
Calm down, they thinking I'm lame but my nuts bigger
It runnin' all through my veins, blood of a thug nigga, yeah
No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah
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4vSoyDfL0uZyUoWu5NNNsQ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Self Control | (CashMoneyAP)
(DJ Swift on the track)
♪
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' drugs 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down yo' door, post up on yo' front porch, and we ain't leavin'
When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it weren't easy
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces
We was slangin' nines for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret
38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with
Smokin' drugs, smelly when I hit the door, 'cause I need it
I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin'
I don't think them niggas can't see me
I be paranoid while I'm leanin'
Smokin' drugs 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down yo' door, post up on yo' front porch, and we ain't leavin'
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Whole lot of racks on the VVs
I'm so slime, got a Glock when they greet me
Got a whole lot of people that need me
Bust yo' head all over the right thing
I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card inside of my Amiri jeans
I just want head, can't fuck in the bed
It's just some things don't excite me
Testin' yo' gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
My youngin' official, he wait in yo' backyard
And I call him to bang through
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch
I'ma walk into you in some Margielas
And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick
I'ma finish him off with a foner
I be thinkin' about Dump all over the time
This shit just don't feel right
I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs
Ridin' and keepin' that steel tight
Every night 'fore I sleep
I think 'bout the north side where I grew up, now hold tight
Player, I put you to sleep before you could see
Pull up where you be and it's on sight
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' drugs 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down yo' door, post up on yo' front porch, and we ain't leavin'
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5A6tFAdihqILHJrWuR6wD4 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rich As Hell | 17
♪
D-Roc
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, fuck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
Fuck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin'
I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin' it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin', fuck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich
Fuck your man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like this
Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion
I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell
♪
17
D-Roc
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2m9axSosHP92250FvnnobM | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Slime Mentality | I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? It's Mike Laury
I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex)
Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime
My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?)
I'm in here (What you on for?)
Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga
I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound)
Let's go
Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now
Fuck nigga ain't have his head on
I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones
I've been cooling
But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look)
Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch)
I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime
Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin'
He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah
I pull up acting in a four door
You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo
And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door
Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know
I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas
At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas
I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas
Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside
I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line
I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9
Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine
Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh
He came out a slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
Muthafuck who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, look
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round
'Cause we gon' get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow)
Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh)
I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?)
Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy
They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah
These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah
Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead)
I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red
I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head
Bitch, yeah
Grew up in that fire, huh
He came out a slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
Muthafuck who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, look
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round
'Cause we gon' get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look
Grew up in that fire
He came out a slime
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die)
(This is the sound)
Don't give a fuck who come behind
'Cause bitch we slangin' iron
Take his ass up top like high five
Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call
Or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too)
Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah)
'Cause we gon' get them all (All)
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
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0qmWrPu7fiZSXvWfCZxcKl | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Head Blown | Super Earz
17
D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin')
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
Head blown straight up out of the system
Made nigga on the block with them killers
On go, gorillas, everybody official
Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him
If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back
If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him
I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted
D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way
He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin'
You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word?
I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can't fuck up the bag
I'ma run up a check, I could never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes
You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that
When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react?
But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that
Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run
If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run
But they can't get away when I strike with this gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz
Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done
Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown
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4XlyD28tQ6qdqNS2BkE1AF | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Ranada | Yung Lan on the track
♪
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one
Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub
You something else
You don't know what to do with yourself
You grown, you don't need no help (You grown)
My love is too heartfelt
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite
I hit you up, you said don't call you, that was hurtful
I guess I figure after all I deserve you, hold up
Been a thug, I swear I did not mean to hurt you
Well look who we are, look what we built, now they can't search you
Accept all the pain up, it come to a C
Swear I can't wait to take you somewhere over the seas
Waitress gon' wait the table, during it, I be pouring up lean
Watching Mexico, Narcos while I'm rubbing your feet
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', fuck her, shawty a survivor (Eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', fuck her, shawty a survivor
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub
You something else
You don't know what to do with yourself
You grown, you don't need no help
My love is too heartfelt
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite
Put a Patek on your arm, it brought tears to your eyes
That wasn't a gift, that was some shit to make it right, damn
Met up this morning but I'm still feeling like
Oh, you don't want me? I'm not perfect, I should die, damn
L, loyalty, love, love life
O, oh, I'm that nigga that they don't like
V, I be that nigga that's overtime
E, everyday life, we livin' life
Now take off, 'cause shawty bad, we livin' fast
And you can't tell her for to give up somethin' you never had
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', fuck her, shawty a survivor (Eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', fuck her, shawty a survivor (Eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
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6xqZi5JTTk6XIMLvy7w5JJ | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Lonely Child | Pipe that shit up, TNT
I just wanna be loved
D-Mac on the fuckin' track
Don't nobody understand me though
Tahj Money
The way I came in the game
The image that I had put out
They wouldn't expect me to have feelings
Know it probably don't seem like it
That's why they talk about me like I ain't human
But we all is
But I'm still being me
I'm still in the streets and I'm still thuggin'
Until them niggas put me under, yeah
That's how we livin' and that's how we going out
You hear me? Open your mouth
I say, mama, I'm so sorry
I got ice burn where my heart at
On the road where I had it hard at
How I'm chosen? I'm so heartless, so, so heartless
I ain't know my age, he was 16, they killed Lil Dave
Mind in a rage, I'm way too young to feel this pain
I ain't know how to fade, but I dove in 'cause I'm a man
I love that girl to death, as we get old, our feelings change
I pay for therapy because my thoughts ahead of me
They keep on draggin' me, I play for keeps, they scared of me
I cannot barely, can barely sleep or even breathe
I cannot hold on without you on side of me
I never knew this fame would take the ones I love from 'way from me
I wanna see Kacey bad, but I can't seem to call Nene
Go in with no pen and pad, I got this shit right on my sleeve
Right now my candle burning wax, I'm feelin' like it's burnin' me
I'm just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin' wild, wild
I fell in love with Kaylyn
Without even knowin' this bitch done snaked me
I'm missin' Yaya daily, the one who don't make me feel basic
Happiness I'm chasin', while killers behind me tryna blank me
You don't know what I'm feelin'
Or what I'm thinkin' and you can't change me
I miss my fuckin' daddy, I've been callin' Montana my father
Times been gettin' harder
I came from nothing, now bitch, I'm royal
I call Monique my mama, but Lord knows I need Sheronda
I don't need no commas, I'm feeling like I'm going under
My paw-paw getting old, and once he gone, I'm on my own
Right now I'm all alone, I pray that grandmom keep me strong
Can't even leave my home, my bracelet beeping plus I'm down
I just wan' be gone, my son straight, my money long
Tell me what you feelin', I hope that I can help you out
My youngins in that North, I pray that y'all gon' make it out
These bitches comin' 'round, and they don't even like my songs
I'll burn up the town, before them niggas bust my dome
I wish that I could hear Dump say
"What up, lil' brother," one more time
We killing shit and plus we dying
I'm gon' go off behind my brother
Fuck this charge, I slang that iron
Before he go and I don't ride
I'm just a lonely child
Who wants someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been runnin' wild, wild
I'm just a lonely child
Who need someone to help him out, oh, oh, ah, ah
Take this pain away, my pain away
Because my thoughts been runnin' wild
Oh, oh Lord
I need some help because my life been real hard
The way I approached the game, it seem that I'm hard
But I got feelings too just like a lil' boy, oh Lord
I'm a grandmom baby
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0igHhcoLY0yHVPHiPvGuXx | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Gang Shit | Ayy, free D-Dawg
Ayy, 4KTrey
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga, cock it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin'
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, let's get to clappin', leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin', started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put your mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your fuckin' face low
On gang, nigga
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
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3hYBu3LRhapDItoL2R5aK2 | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rebel's Kick It | (Wheezy outta here)
Ain't no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
I'm with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that's a fact
I'm with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't heard of that
I'ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don't see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him, got some OGs in the hood gon' ride 'bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books, so they won't let you slime 'bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that
So he learned to hide on 'em
Now let me tell you that I'm a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't
Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? Nigga, what's your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle?
Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you)
You got 20 on that nigga head, then make it 40, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hunnid, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin', "Who want problems?" You was holdin' up your semi
I kept on sayin' I'ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, "Let's get it"
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I'll never go against you
I ain't never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I'm slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah
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2qU7t8cV1fMVbDTUnZsxTV | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Outta Here Safe (feat. Quando Rondo and NoCap) | Beat Execs (Beat Execs)
♪
Marcus, you killing the beat
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (got it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (exotic)
And you don't wan' do it that way (uh)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way (yeah)
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today (outside today)
Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah
And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches
Man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as victims
Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold position (baow)
When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I'm gifted
We makin' our own decisions
We really don't need no warpaint
Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain (yeah, yeah)
New Rolls Royce or a big, big truck, they all drive the same (oh, oh)
Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared
To these niggas, I'm out of range (uh)
We boarding on private planes (dope)
Bring a stick if anything (grrt)
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (huh)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow, baow)
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm)
Young nigga came outside today (outside today) (hmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate, (nah) yeah
Like the opps, girl, if it's smoke, we gotta get it straight
Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a 38
Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded
You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
Feelin' like Drake, I'm straight out the six
Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks
If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is
Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry, but I'm rockin' Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips, it's free to see how guns feel
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (uh)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow)
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm)
Young nigga came outside today (outside, hmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (nah), yeah
And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin', spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me, forever my dawg that made it far (uh)
I want all my children crippin', fuck the politician
Trench living, we gon' break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business, go against us, it's up
These niggas know we don't play at all
Ain't nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain (ayy)
I need a bitch from the trenches in heels, let's see if they fuck the same (oh-oh), hey
I like her better in Christan Loub' heels, I know they won't love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
Two different opps, they gon' die the same (ayy)
I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies
Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties
Take a pic' with the fans, I'ma throw up the city
Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city
My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest
I don't fuck with no-, them niggas be bitches
If me and my niggas come to your party
You might get hit with a hundred and fifty (ayy)
Me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody (somebody)
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, every one of 'em 'bout it ('bout it)
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it (drop it)
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic (copy that)
And you don't wan' do it that way (do it that way, ah)
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin' (ah)
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face (brrt, baow, baow)
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave (hmm)
Young nigga came outside today (outside, hmm)
Up, I ain't got no real estate (nah, hmm), yeah
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5IdAcHb4cwtexqMlOojWhR | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | In Control | I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
Mommy, India got them beats
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga
We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
Money on your head, I get you bankrolled
I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know
She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho
I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat
Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed
We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos
Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known
And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone
I just rolled me up an opp, I get my "Bang" on
You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song
These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong
Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on
AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga
He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga
Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga
I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga
Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'
Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign
Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime
Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'
AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell
SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now
Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is
Play games, get your brain split, bitch
(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah
Ain't nobody safe
Outside thugs, we put guns to the face
Who gon' die today?
Slime, nigga
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58H5750cX5LquhcJ7TCHiO | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | I Don't Know | Who made this beat?
♪
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a ten
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can fuck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent
I fuck you good and smack your ass like I'm your daddy (I'm your daddy)
Around the globe, bitch, I got Don Dada status (Dada status)
We keep extensions, you want static, let you have it (let you have it)
Back to back Addies, mathematics like an addict (like an addict)
She bounce her ass and shake it low, yeah, she get ratchet
I got extras from the dough, not from the blow, if you could bag it
Straight out the slums, got marble floors, if I go under, I could stash it
Full of Xans, tryna catch you 'fore you leave, hope I don't crash it
And I, I got some things I need to change by myself
I, I seem to start to put that blame on myself
I'm startin' to think that I bring pain to myself
Slime, I am me and I am nobody else
And I'm starting to think I been here before
Seen my grandmom can fit right across the road, oh, oh
They would've never known I lived here before
The way I pull up in these fancy cars and clothes, 'othes
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a ten
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can fuck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent
You better not play with me
I won't play with you, but every couple fight (fight)
Hublot shining on my wrist and your shit shining bright
If 4KTrey the case, it's me and you, shit, we gon' die tonight
We bought plenty ammo, plenty guns, we got every type
This that Hellcat switching lanes on a bloody night (let's go)
Nigga snuck him in the club, so he had bloody ice (bet)
Boom, baow, boom, baow, boom, boom, bitch, that's right on sight (bitch)
Young nigga loaded, he just hopin' that he see the light
Pick up, I been calling all night
I just wan' see where your head at
I just pulled in front your house inside that Maybach, yeah, yeah
'Cause if we lovers, why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a Perky, this a ten
Let's stakeout at the Drury Inn
We can fuck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent, yeah
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540u3cwMqJ7IJrhQ9ikcON | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Where The Love At | Drum Dummie
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
DaDa, how my son approach me, I'ma shout out
Bitch, I be that nigga knock your block out
Ride with them killers with them Dracos while the cops out
You stuntin' for them hoes? We go to hittin', make sure they get down
'Cause you know how we get down
No outsiders, it's only family 'round
I'm with that shit, been filled with shit since I was 20 pounds
And I'm a gangster, make me mad and I won't turn down
My mama said if I won't last, I need to slow it down
I told my mama, "Motherfuck it, I'm dyin' 'bout it"
Them niggas play with us, ain't no surrender, I'm ridin' 'bout it
No hidin' 'bout it, bangin' like Lil Dave with them slimes 'round me
Violation on three counts and up in court how the judge found me
Right now I need a girl to love, and I've been lookin' for her (where she at?)
A flight anywhere in this world, I'll book you for (where you at?)
I had to tell my son don't pee while you inside the tub
I'm from that North and I remember that's just how it was
Shawty, she gon' Magnolia shake and I love that
Bounce that ass, patty cake in the middle the slums, yeah
Jaws lockin', molly all over a nigga gums, yeah
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
For my baby moms, I don't wan' be a problem
You feel that I ain't there for my sons, tell me and I got 'em
But you shouldn't have to tell me I need to put down this bottle
I pray to God that I ain't taking after my papa
But free that nigga out his cell, he need a second chance
And I can probably show him how to be a real man
He went to jail behind that money, I ain't know his plan
But no more, he won't be a dummy, I'ma throw him bands
But hold up, I need to thank my grandfather
He showed me how to fix them cars, now I can work that rod now
Don't judge a nigga, since I moved from with him, it been hard, slime
From these streets, I ain't get nothin' but pain and some jail time
I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that
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3SiNNoV06PfsTbqMCwyBED | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Free Time | Ayy, Marc, what it do?
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
(Based God)
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top
Stackin' that money, it grow to galore
Don't want me in Bentley, my engines in Rolls
I got problems, I wanted it ghost
All that shit from a child took a toll
I be runnin' on time for these hoes
She need time to think, and I say, "No"
Tell me that nobody knows
I don't wanna preach it on my own
You don't wan' come in, I'm goin' inside
I'ma stand on the top in the front where it lies
I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide
We don't need no time to rise
We don't need no one to know, this shit can't be televised
Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side
We on go, one floor from late tonight
I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it
He want smoke, it's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it
I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit
Ain't no tellin', I bet him then wait up in prison
I'ma stretch him and top, but he tellin' my business
We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin'
Nigga know how I'm rockin', no floppin', I hit it
Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' 'pecific
I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I hate on me, ain't know it
Can't lend them your heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on your body, it ain't no status
We undecided, want my attention, they say top
I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps, mm, mm
Let's go find some peace, right off in the bitch, uh-huh
Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave, yeah
I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet, uh, yeah
Check how a nigga be drippin'
We on 'em, we surfin' in business (yeah, slide)
I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin'
You want it, we get up and get it (yeah, body)
That chopper be poppin', I spit it
I call it, I'm screamin', "Good riddance" (yeah, die)
You know that I'm poppin', no skillet
These bitches wan' get in my business
I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin'
I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under
I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama
I'm in love with that money, I spend it all summer
While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble
I'ma stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
Get away from her love, I see that it's comin'
She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter
I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
Ayy, Marc, what it do?
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3IffF9gTXQqOi6kNBW643T | YoungBoy Never Broke Again | Rebels Kick It | (Wheezy outta here)
Ain't no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
I'm with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that's a fact
I'm with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't heard of that
I'ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in fucking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don't see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him, got some OGs in the hood gon' ride 'bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books, so they won't let you slime 'bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that
So he learned to hide on 'em
Now let me tell you that I'm a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't
Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? Nigga, what's your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle?
Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you)
You got 20 on that nigga head, then make it 40, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hunnid, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin', "Who want problems?" You was holdin' up your semi
I kept on sayin' I'ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, "Let's get it"
My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I'll never go against you
I ain't never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes
Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, fuck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, fuck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, fuck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah
Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I'm slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah
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6Gg1gjgKi2AK4e0qzsR7sd | Juice WRLD | Bandit (with YoungBoy Never Broke Again) | It's funny, the shit I put on this song ain't gon' sound nothin' like the shit we was just doin'
Oh woah, yeah
I just want bad bitches
Baddest, them bitches is the baddest, uh, uh
When I take the molly, I'm a savage
Uh, I say, uh
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas, jiggas, jiggas
Tommy in the fucking Tommy Hilfiger, 'figer, 'figer
That Tommy hit a nigga, Tommy Hilfiger, fuck niggas
I'm nice, when I'm high off the pills, I'ma fuck with her
I don't smoke skunk, but tonight I'm getting stuck, nigger
Pour the codeine up and put some molly in the cup with it
I know she a freak, uh-huh, she gon' fuck with it
She my velcro, uh-huh, guess I'm stuck with her
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
Addicted to her paraphernalia, I had to tell her
I see it like a fortune teller
Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better
Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter
She a killer and an eater, she a Jeffery Dahmer
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
No TEC, no Beretta, FN on me, am I understood?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
My brother point her out and she a bad bitch, I'm on her
Must ain't heard that I'm a savage, once I get a bitch, I own her
I see she got swag, I got cash so I want her
See this four-five in my pants, put on your ass, push up on bruh
Shawty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (With that glizzy on her)
And shawty, I'ma die there with no semi on me (Semi on me)
If we got a problem, we get rid of homie (Yeah)
Put 20 thousand in your pocket, we gon' get the money (Yeah)
I'm the definition of a bandit (Come on, bruh)
Took your heart from out his hands and still ain't saying shit (Honest)
Some new killers in my circle you done ran with it
Like this dirty .38, this bitch'll damage
Popping wheelies, 4K Trey, call when you land with it (Pop, pop, pop)
I let you drive inside my bros where they be laying with it
I work this bitch, I open up a can with it
Like fuck the stove, I make it jump without my hand in it
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh
When I'm on that molly, I feel savage, uh, uh
She the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her, I'm the definition of a bandit, uh, ayy
I don't need no molly to be savage, uh, ayy
But when I'm on the molly, I feel savage
Ayy, my girl the definition of a bad bitch
Stole her heart, I'm the definition of a bandit
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