[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(17)
(D-Roc)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom, I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said, I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young-ass nigga with a whole lot of money
Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin'
Young bad bitch at the table with somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded off ganja
AP, half a ticket on me, new bitch, quarter mil' on her
My lean, don't touch my cup
That's your bitch? I don't want her
B say, "Trust and don't love no ho"
I be in all type of shit that they don't know
Nine sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I copped came with turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten niggas with me, tryna do it at the Conoco
Rosary my whole arm, so
Hatin'-ass nigga tryna double back and backdoor
If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though
You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro
Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so
So I'ma get the money 'til I'm gone, that's how that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones
I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you knowin' that I'm at it 'til they head all gone
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom, I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said, I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
[Quando Rondo]
New chick and lil' shorty eighteen, with a new AP rose gold, my bitch
Got a beam on the glizzy, got a beam on the stick
Eight racks total on a Balmain fit
Say a nigga want smoke, let me call my nigga
Money comin' by the load, U-Haul got bigger
Plenty my friends, they done came through the backdoor
Slidin' out a Benz, on the block you sell crack, ho
Straight tens, she basic
Exotic my whips, X rated
In the project with some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin'
Really in the field like an Oakland Raider
Out the Caddy, he be rippin' the Uzi
Get a mattress, we gon' fill it with groupies
Hundred shots out the clip, make a movie
Matte black Hellcat with the toolie
Get your hat back 'fore you say you gon' do me
Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass
Who died? I'm in love with her red ass
Grimy lil' nigga, gon' empty the whole mag
Such a slimy lil' nigga, in love with a low rag
Fuck all that dissin', boy, come and get your bro back
If shorty be missin', nigga, come get your ho back
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom, I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said, I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
(17)
(D-Roc)
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