Tag: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GUAPI ( Lyrics ) Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – GUAPI ( Lyrics )
Balenciaga with my Guapi on
my Guapi on, on, yeah
I say I pour mud in my Styrofoam
inside my Styrofoam, oh, oh
I been tryna say a prayer for grandma to come home
Oh, oh, oh
Guess I’m living in an imaginary place
I say, I guess I’m livin’ like a villain up inside his last days
Can’t buy my grave spot by grandma, then put me on side Lil’ Dave

We done been so long with each other, built a home with each other, how the fuck do we get you?
Hold on, you done seen me down and I bubble, I’m a motherfuckin’ hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain’t right here
I’m just stayin’ right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin’ me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans
I spray that Draco ‘round, bitch, you better not play with me
I’m dangerous
I know that you ain’t easy to be tamed
I just cuffed my cup, like, fuck that love, oh, oh

I just cut her off, don’t need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan’ be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe

I’m feelin’ special, I might fly her out to LA, yeah
I got my weapon, it turn violent if you test me, yeah
Can’t tell Mrs. Natalie that I left a coroner of niggas dead
Mm-hm-mm
I can’t lose myself, I can’t lose my groove, oh
I hit my knees, I need some help, these niggas wan’ put me on the news
This my testimony, oh, I been tired of runnin’
They ain’t give me nothin’, hand out like I owe them somethin’
Oh, God, I’ll break ‘fore I starve
Oh, God, die for all my loved ones

We done been so long with each other, build a home with each other
How the fuck do we get you? Hold on
You done seen me down and I bubble
I’m a motherfuckin’ hustler, you already know I been here
I been tryna hide it from my child, this shit ain’t right here
I’m just stayin’ right here
I just make sure that my cup stay muddy
I got that Essie on, I know you jockin’ me
I got black Prada on and some Givenchy jeans

I just cut her off, don’t need that girl, oh, no, no more
Pressed her on my wall, then gave her cheese like an NFT
She wan’ be my cameraman, fly out to come sit with me
Big Maybach, bitch, let me breathe
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero [ Lyrics] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Guitar Hero [ Lyrics ]
And keep that too
Uh, uh
Last night was, huh, last night

Verse 1
Last night was so crazy
Left me with a hangover
‘Cause you can’t hang over
Don’t know why I let you even came over
What she did to me, I got a thing for that girl
Chorus
Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon’ rock out, I’m a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin’ up, headin’ right over there
Let’s get active, nigga

Verse 2
Huh, young nigga so fucked up that I think my soul won’t never heal
I’ma move out to New York with my lil’ boo like, “Fuck them hills”
Posted in my yard on this hill, drinkin’ lean like it’s beer
She know I ain’t gon’ run from no one
She know I’ll slump somethin’ over
Yeah, I’m a soldier, baby
If you call me, I’ll go crazy
I’m sorry I couldn’t make it
I was late, I was race, I was sack chasin’
I was on my way, no flake, baby
I was up all night, I was sack chasin’

Chorus
Know you was in them streets, ayy, with that chop on they shoulder
Young nigga gon’ rock out, I’m a soldier
Oh, thought I told you
We loadin’ up, headin’ right over there
Let’s get active, nigga
Bridge
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, uh, woah, oh
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
Let’s do it, uh, uh, uh, uh, ah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, okay

Verse 3
Ridin’ in a two-seater like I’m a Beatle (Ah
Can’t wait to see that girl, it got a sky view
I don’t wanna hurt you, girl, I’m not gon’ lead you on
And I’m not finna, ain’t finna tell you I love you
Young nigga don’t even deserve you
Don’t know how the fuck I came across you
How the fuck a young nigga even lose you?
I’m a loser, I’m a lame ‘cause I lost you

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bigger & Better [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bigger & Better [ Lyrics ]
Ayo, Bans, what you cooking?
It’s Malik on the track

Chorus
Lay down while I’m deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don’t need, I can barely breathe
I’m fucked up ‘bout your love, without me having it feel I’m weak
Fucked up with drugs ‘cause it’s the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I’m married and everything, this is all that I’ll ever see
Up, I can barely see if you do or don’t fuck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don’t care ‘bout what I achieve
And I notice that bitches I neglect treat me better when round
Having too much money still don’t make nobody better
Damn, all these diamonds on me still don’t make my body special
From that time being, you changed up on me, fuck that measure
Sun out, top down, stuntin’ on these hoes, I’m goin’ on ‘bout my way
Clocked out, don’t talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain’t got time to play
Post-Chorus
Ooh

Verse
What the fuck you got to lose?
Got the fame and got the money, I’m the one who sittin’ here like a fool
Call her phone, I know she comin’, but I neglect that bitch for you
What you discovered? Who you fuckin’? Why you actin’ like that out the blue?
Come on, now, if I did you somethin’, tell me now what the fuck I do
Hurtin’ now, but I gotta crack a smile in front of my Mumu
Weight gain, I cut back off of pills, are you happy I improved?
So ashamed that I ain’t never changed, but with this wan’ be through
Eagle’s beak to the streets, so I know that all the hoes watching
Who love me? Who want me? Who need me?
Who here that won’t mistreat me? I look around, see nobody
Fuck about who love, they don’t know me
Bitch, I say show me a million dollars
I been laughing to the bank since I was sixteen
Fuck your mama, fuck your kids, and fuck your problems
It’s on you to plan on stopping, I know you fucked up ‘cause they motive
Nigga, stand the fuck up, they tryna leave, take the stick and blow they motor
Let them listen to all them bitches making statements like they know us
She was listenin’ to them bitches ‘cause they claimin’ that they know somethin’, they don’t know us

Chorus
I lay down while I’m deep off in my thoughts, I can barely sleep
Smoking cigarettes times I don’t need, I can barely breathe
I’m fucked up ‘bout your love, without me having it feel I’m weak
Fucked up with drugs ‘cause it’s the only thing I have when you leaving me
Pistol on side of me, groupies on side of me
Shit, I’m married and everything, this is all that I’ll ever see
Up, I can barely see, if you do or don’t fuck with me
You forever up stalling out here, don’t care ‘bout what I achieve
Sun out, top down, stuntin’ on these hoes, I’m goin’ on ‘bout my way
Clocked out, don’t talk while I count my cake, bitch, I ain’t got time to play
Post-Chorus
Oh, yeah, yeah
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I’m A Demon [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I’m A Demon [ Lyrics ]
(Look out, Veno)
(Veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Oh
It’s a thug nigga—
I’m a thug nigga
Ah, it’s a thug nigga story, that’s what I was ‘bout to say
She a thug nigga lady

Verse 1
I don’t give her no attention
It ain’t you, it’s me who I’m missing
It ain’t you, it’s me, who you kidding?
I don’t settle no wishes
I don’t settle no wishes
Everything that I say be all vivid
Chorus
Fuck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
Fuck these critics, baby, we all winning
Fuck these snakes, kill ‘em, they all get it
Fuck you thought? The killers, they all with it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I’ma buy a hatchback, your lovе, this another sport
Baby, I’m a demon, she trеat me just like I’m God
Flash out, I can’t fault her for it
‘Cause I know just what I be doing

Verse 2
I don’t know what’s gotten into you, see that you ain’t been playing lately
Sticks on me riding in the coupe, you been knew I was playing safely
Been know that I was dangerous
Redeye, I’m a speed racer
On all occasions
Don’t separate, we keep pacing
Gettin’ beside myself
These hoes ain’t loving or really be fucking with me
You the one that I know that I want, you the one that I really do need
Steady tryna come up off of me when I’ll send a bitch overseas
I’ll give her anything she please, bitch sister steady telling her scheme
Fuck is y’all? Y’all some nobodies
Fuck ‘em all, girl, that’s your body
Just make sure they tell nobody, I don’t want nobody
Bitch can’t see I’m full of pain, then me, she lose
She can’t see I need her love, I say I’m through
‘Cause I’m too real for this ho not be real with me, oh, I
‘Cause I’m too chill for this ho not be good to me, slime
Chorus
I’ma buy a hatchback, your love, his another sport
Baby, I’m a demon, she treat me just like I’m God
Flash out, I can’t fault her for it
‘Cause I know just what I be doing
Fuck these bitches, baby, evolve with me
Fuck these critics, baby, we all winning
Fuck these snakes, kill ‘em, they all get it
Fuck you thought? The killers, they all with it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Choppa Gizzle [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Choppa Gizzle [ Lyrics ]

Just run that beat from lil’ Ken
Who wanna fuck with a nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
Wah, haha

Verse 1
And now you know me
Play me like a ho, gon’ need the police
Hit your block, ain’t gotta roll deep
I send one nigga for to get you
It’s one nigga to come and split you
I’m in my mansion with gorillas
Baking cakes for all you pussy niggas
Lean running over, bitch gon’ ride me like a rollercoaster
Fuck my partner when it’s over
Strap that chopper to my shoulder, stand over ‘em like a soldier
Get the executive peeled, bitch, don’t try to fuck me over
Petey Pablo, own jail like I’m Pablo
Hold on, check the side note, make sure that his mind blow
Rich as fuck, strung out on dope
Tryna get active with your ho
Try to act off while I cope, I’ll let you know, bitch
Chorus
I keep that rocket, lil’ nigga, I’ll shoot somethin’, shoot somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You got a problem, lil’ nigga? Then prove somethin’, blew somethin’
Already know when I’m comin’ there, bitch, I’m tryna screw somethin’

Verse 2
Who got me full of loose screws? I’ma take ‘em all the way out for ‘em
My youngins don’t do school, so I’m tryna make a way out for ‘em
I need a new deal, bitch, I call that winnin’ the playoffs for ‘em
We go and buy new grills, plenty diamonds, bitch, and plenty guns
I’m in the Melpomene, like Pistol P, I get them fires and do ‘em
I’m in this bitch with them roosters, they’ll bust you up early morning
Bitch, I catch your mama yawning, shot as soon we spotted homie
Pussy bitch, I ain’t your cuz, you play, I’m gon’ put blood up on you
Kill me, you gon’ die from staining, know that I’m a problem, nigga
I ain’t tryna kill you, I’ma hit your security with that chopper, nigga
Bang out like I’m Flocka, nigga, cut a head and flop a nigga
Pussy playing with my daughter mama, bitch, I’ma turn your daughter to a bopper, nigga
Gotta make sure lil’ Top pop this nigga, I’m a perfect killing thinker
Find his address and spray paint his house that it’s nice to meet you
Fuck that song, I don’t need you, bitch, you dealing with a creature
I’ma catch you and snipe your pussy ass from top the bleachers

Chorus
I keep that rocket, lil’ nigga, I’ll shoot somethin’, shoot somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You got a problem, lil’ nigga? Then prove somethin’, blew somethin’
Already know when I’m comin’ there, bitch, I’m tryna screw somethin’
I keep that rocket, lil’ nigga, I’ll shoot somethin’, shoot somethin’
You don’t like me, lil’ nigga? Then do somethin’, do somethin’
You got a problem, lil’ nigga? Then prove somethin’, blew somethin’
Already know when I’m comin’ there, bitch, I’m tryna screw somethin’

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Came A Long Way [ Lyrics] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Came A Long Way

Mario

Daytrip took it to ten, hey

I done came a long way from up the road
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road
I’m from the streets, my nigga, but on my son won’t be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don’t even care
‘Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could’ve messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I’m thanking God I’m the one who was saved

I done did jail time in the Northside, ducking from that fire
I even rode the city bus with moms as a child
Remember times I sit there hotboxin’, just me and them slimes
Now in my Maybach or that Rolls where we smoke all night
Now I be screamin’, “I’m a real top shotta”
Jail, I slept with lifers, depend on how my life goes
Don’t wanna see the pen’ again
I am not a writer, they cannot take my title
It all come from my heart and dome
Had to run up all this money for my kids, I’m suicidal
All these dead men be speaking to me saying, “Go get some more”
I keep hearing a voice, I think it’s Dave saying, “Keep my pole”
I keep hearing a voice, I think it’s Dump, keep saying, “Don’t trust these hoes”

I done came a long way from up the road
Long way
Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road
Yeah
I’m from the streets, my nigga, but on my son won’t be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don’t even care
I don’t
‘Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could’ve messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I’m thanking God I’m the one who was saved

Used to go half on a blunt, just me and Tony
Used to be with Jordan and then some shit go wrong, he end up dumpin’
That’s my twin with the twins, Trey know nothin’ but get the money
Have a fight inside the hood, I lose or win, that shit ain’t nothin’
All I know is go again, don’t give a fuck ‘cause I was thuggin’
Started clutchin’, never slippin’, I was tryna stretch me somethin’
Had a shootout right on side, I blew, my gun jammed, I start runnin’
Remember Tom was right, he showed me how to work the motherfucker
Say he been in this section years, he grew up with my mom and uncle
I watched my nigga trap off powder, less than all, he still ain’t fumble
I know my X was laced with fentanyl, I grew wise and still ain’t crumble
They’ll tell you I’m the king of the jungle like Mutombo, my nigga

I done came a long ways from up the road
Daddy up in jail long ways down the road
I’m from the streets, my nigga, but on my son won’t be from there
Spent half my life inside the streets, I still don’t even care
‘Cause I stacked that money high
I gotta thank God that I made a way
I could’ve messed up my life
Spent hours late through the night
It could be worse, I’m thanking God I’m the one who was saved

Daytrip took it to ten, hey
From the streets, my nigga, but on my son won’t be from there

Mario
I still don’t even care
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Freestyle [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Freestyle [ Lyrics ]I just ain’t wanna stop talkin’, man, I don’t know why
Man, I wanna act stupid ‘round this bitch or somethin’, man

Evidently, I been shoppin’ with Ken

I don’t wanna go through this no more
Ayy, I don’t wanna hurt you, have to let you go
I know
I hold it down, don’t never leave me lonely, don’t do me wrong
Big diamonds on me, mmm
Ooh
These times of the mornin’, I be lonely, slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ayy, talk that shit, Top
Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?
Keep that burner on me, run up on me I’m burnin’ somethin’, ooh
Can’t take this pain out my body
But fuck that, I got these diamonds on me, young nigga, I been shinin’ like a star, I know my body
Fuck that, they took my daddy, but won’t come take away my lil’ brother
Mmm, 3, tell ‘em I’m ‘bout business, I hold it down around this motherfucker, nigga
Don’t nobody have a job but my grandfather, nigga
So fuck you think payin’ for everything for my mother and my sister and my brother, nigga?
I’m so fucked up, I made it out, I’m rich as fuck and how I feel, I’m still caught up in the struggle, nigga
But shit, I’m great, they let my nigga out, my day one, DDawg, that’s my fuckin’ brother, nigga
Huh, he’ll chase you down
Twelve years old, he knock one off, we had to sit ten years around, man, man
Tired of all these fake-ass people ‘round me, smilin’, tryna down me
All this pussy-ass whisperin’, what you sayin’ about me?
Bitch, let me catch like one thing
I put this on my mama, I’m too real, I let you inside my life, I’ma slime you, I’m gangster, bitch
I’m danger, nigga, R.I.P. my uncle, he got hit all in his head tryna rob a nigga, man
This shit man, it’s some- stranger, like my nigga Jim Morrison, everything strange
Even the women, when you don’t wanna be with ‘em or try to get any
Man, I’m ready go back to prison
I ain’t, I ain’t got no love in this bitch, I ain’t got no great feeling
Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it and I swear to God, I feel amazin’ in it, been winnin’, nigga
Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag, make me mad, I got them hitters, put your face up in it, nigga
Man, tell them ‘bout the niggas that was beefin’ with me
Put four of his brothers’ face on a tee, that bitch been sleepin’ with it
Look, man, tell them ‘em ‘bout them niggas that was beefin’ with me
Put four of his brothers’ face on top his fuckin’ t-shirt, nigga, huh?
Man, it’s lil’ Top, I keep my Glock, don’t want no problem with you, no, just leave me ‘lone, just carry on
Just carry on, I’m tryna move ‘round, I don’t want you, just leave me ‘lone, I got a bad bitch in my home
Let me do anything I want, I buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please me
Gang, these pussy niggas ain’t ‘bout nothin’, I put you straight inside my trunk, you niggas Stevie, don’t wan’ see me
On God
What the fuck, why I’m up early in that mornin’?
Everybody in this room don’t know nothin’ ‘bout me
Or they probably wanna come kill DDawg, he dog somethin’
But I guarantee you, I’ll kill something, I’ll hurt all y’all
Why? ‘Cause, you my motherfuckin’ hoes and I’m a big dog
I know you wouldn’t even hold it down
Y’all followin’ niggas that even sold me down
Bitch, I ain’t no clown, nigga, fuck y’all
I’m out my mind, ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh
I’m a soldier, I thought I told you
I’ll run down on you
Come here
I’ll run down on you
Bitch, come here, come here
I get to singin’ them blues, how you in blue?
I make the sound with my, I make the, I make the, make the Glock make the tunes
Ooh
Oh, I got my Glock makin’ tunes
Ooh
These dog-ass hoes don’t love me
I buy ‘em anything, that’s why they sit up, put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain’t my wife for nothing
I’m how I done came, just like a man, I’m strictly thuggin’
All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you, girl, I love you
They don’t wanna see me ballin’, I been caught up in some trouble
Ooh, I crack him, crack his dome, won’t pay a nigga they motherfuckin’ money
Ooh, ooh, I get active, nigga
Bracelet on my leg, you pussy niggas know I’m comin’
Don’t do no runnin’
I’ll gun you down, hit you all back, you’ll hit your stomach, bitch
Ooh, lil’ Top, lil’ Top, Kentrell
I can’t leave home right now for nothin’
I ain’t goin’, ain’t goin’ for shit
I can’t leave home right now for nothin’
I swear to God
I wake up every day, late night, morning, for money

I’m tryna get it in
I ain’t got no help, I ain’t got no friends
All four of them joints
I hope you got money
Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy
Plenty risks, nigga, on God
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Don’t Hurt Me [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Don’t Hurt Me [ Lyrics ]
Intro
(Mommy, India got the beats)
She real deal
Oh, yeah, ooh
Ah, ooh

Refrain
I told her you hurt me, don’t tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I’m tired of trying
I don’t wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
Chorus
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I’m with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah

Verse 1
Fucking all these hatin’-ass niggas (Wow)
Fuck all these weird-ass bitches (Wow)
Told ‘em come play, I’ll kill ‘em (Wow, Top)
Black nail paint on these niggas
Look better than most these bitches
Tell ‘em stay the fuck up out your business
She from the slums, gotta work for a minute, I’m turnin’ her up like a model
Excuse me, but fuck what your mama been talking, I told you from Front Street, I got you
I hate a bitch that could get her some millions, but steady gon’ settle for dollars
I hit a bitch that chopper and drop him, he fuckin’ around with my partners
Fuckin’ around with these niggas, got permanent scars, no need for no doctor
I’m taking feelings from out of the picture, I’m taking shorty from out of my roster
Ventin’ while I smoke, just cruise with my sister, lose me, bitch, you ain’t got better options
I’m that lil’ nigga that run up the check, I’m that lil’ nigga, you know I’m the flyest

Refrain
I told her you hurt me, don’t tell me no lies
I showed you I love you, now I’m tired of trying
I don’t wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
Chorus
I got you, you got me and I hope you see that I
Get goosebumps every time that I’m with you
Get goosebumps every time that I think of you
Get goosebumps every time that I think how we might be done
Get goosebumps every time I hear that that money coming, yeah

Verse 2
Joce ‘bout shit, ain’t none of them funny
I’m the one twenty-three years and running
I’m the one gave that bitch the most money that she ever have inside her life
Young nigga came from nothin’, tired of repeatin’ that shit, I ain’t stuntin’
Tired of zippin’ shit, tired of showin’ that ain’t nothin’
Tired of this bitch, only want my money, oh
I been losin’, I been slow pacin’
I been flexin’ on my old lady
Without you, I feel like I won’t make it
But I gotta realize I’m winning
All these hoes wan’ date ‘cause they know where I stay, get a image then they in it
All these hoes want babies, then they feel entitled to my millions
You would’ve been done drive me crazy talking ‘bout my lack of attention
No, they don’t know me, baby, know I’d kill ‘em ‘bout my women
‘Bout my love, ‘bout a girl who really fuck with me
I’m a thug, and girl, they know just not to fuck with me
When we make love, do you feel that you belong with me?
Calm down, girl, I’ll do to you these thugged-out things
Refrain
Told you you hurt me, I told you don’t lie
I showed you I love you, now I’m tired of trying
I don’t wanna hurt you, I need you on side me
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bop [ Lyrics ] Letra YoungBoy Never Broke Again YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Bop [ Lyrics ]
Just run that beat from lil’ Ken)
Look, look

Chorus
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder (He keep that chop)
Oh, he a soldier (Oh, he’ll pop you, nigga)
My brother 3Three (Baow)
He get the drop so I can fold ya (Oh, that beat bangin’, nigga)
I thought I told ya
Verse 1
Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that’ll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin’, I been shinin’
I done fucked my bag up (Huh), and I ain’t scared to tell nobody
I’m gon’ have another sixty M’s in my pocket ‘fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get killed, man
Got her out her top, your bitch a bop, gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin’, where my money, man?
Know thе FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN
Bitch better quit that poppin’ ‘forе you fuck around, get your mans spinned
Know my youngin pop him, bitch, I cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin’, bitch, we poppin’, spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan
Refill up at Conoco, walk ‘round with that Calico, we got all type of poles
‘Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch, watch your soul go
Strike him with this bitch, that cutter flashin’ like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy, bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho
Bitch, we gon’ beat the last side, we’re still together, that’s how that go
R.I.P. Dump, now I done seen this once before
Yeah, ain’t no problem, I say

Chorus
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya
Y’all boys want beef
We catch you slippin’ and we dome ya
We walk down on ya, look
Verse 2
Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won’t realize him and that’s facts
We turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mountain, I can’t wait for Stunna Island
I’m recordin’ right now, do a song, and, bitch, it’s perfect stimulizin’
They won’t put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me
Bitch, I’m thuggin’, I’ll send them slimes to fuck up your whole climate
She was fucked up, buy her a sugar bag and I won’t tell nobody
He was fucked up ‘bout that sugar bag, couldn’t pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me bad, so I gotta call up Brasi
He still fucked up, he wan’ talk ‘bout ads and how he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got this, my watch glisten, they gon’ watch this
I been thinkin’ I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels, and my G-Wag’ got that B in it
Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch, you get beat in
Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around, don’t come back home until we deep in
I ain’t nowhere good, you’re gone
I need you back, don’t do no creepin’
These niggas holdin’ me down, I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to contrast
No, you couldn’t stand up to that four-five, you died, you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast
Nigga, yeah
Chorus
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya, yeah

Outro
Huh, ooh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Oh yeah
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
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