Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Lyrics
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Composer
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Composer
Nicolás Barragán
Nicolás Barragán
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
17ondatrack
17ondatrack
Producer
DRok
DRok
Producer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Carlos Echeverri
Carlos Echeverri
Recording Engineer
Nicolás Barragán
Nicolás Barragán
Producer

Lyrics

Don't wanna fuck with me (17) Yeah, you niggas don't wanna fuck with me (D-Roc) Yeah, I'm in this bitch, and I do my shit And, I slime (baow, baow) ChopaBoy got a stick, and he'll shoot it in this bitch (what it is, nigga?) Look, left your partner dead, huh We shot him in his head, huh DOJ invest in me, I'm caught up with the feds, huh (hold on) Boom, youngin put him on the news Saw a video, ain't move I told 'em that I'm out my mind, and I'm a fuckin' fool Who wan' come play with us? Bitch, we got them Ks with us (them Ks) Man, fuck your Sprinter van, bitch, we'll shoot it up (grave) Real gravedigger, I'll tie your fuckin' momma up, lil' nigga (yeah) 187, we tryna get these bitches knocked off Catch me creepin' through your window on my tip toes (baow, baow) Got a bad bitch in here with me on her tip toes Make her bend it over, then I press it 'til I can't no more Checked his phone, he was on FaceTime with his momma Ask him, will I take his soul, nigga? (Baow, baow) Bitch, you know how it-, hold on, nigga (baow, baow) Knock that pussy off his toes My heart gone, my soul gone, pussy, I been goin' through it Tear it down or shoot it out, it's any way that you wan' do it, nigga I'm in this bitch, I'm with that shit, I keep that stick, bitch, play with me, I get you hit Lil' boy, YoungBoy (yeah) Baow, baow, I'm in this bitch, I'm doin' my dance, I'm murder man I keep some tucked inside my pants, nigga (baow) I wanna get one to murder (murder) Take your face off, bitch, knock your head off I wanna get one to murder (murder) I'm talkin' 'bout pullin' up, jumpin' out, we chase you down Who wan' come play with us? Bitch, we got them Ks with us (yeah) Man, fuck your Sprinter van, bitch, we'll shoot it up (grave) Real gravedigger, I'll tie your fuckin' momma up, lil' nigga (do it) You a bitch, a pure hoe, just tell me if you want it with us (let's do it) I wanna get one to murder Take your face off, bitch, knock your head off I wanna get one to murder (yeah) I'm talkin' 'bout pullin' up, jumpin' out, we chase you down Go ask my momma, she was the first to tell me, "Kill that pussy nigga" I, I, I, I been wildin', I been out my body He been talkin' all that shit from over Insta' 'til the day we caught him I wanna get one to murder Take your face off, bitch, knock your head off I wanna get one to murder (grr) I'm talkin' 'bout pullin' up, jumpin' out, we chase you down (ba-baow-baow) Hold on (it's murder gang) Bang, bang, bang, bang, bitch Brrt, ba-baow-baow Yeah
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Sven Steenbergen, Nicolas Barragan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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