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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Yeat
Yeat
Vocals
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Smith
Noah Smith
Composer
zion miller
zion miller
Songwriter
Liam Barnea
Liam Barnea
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bred
Bred
Producer
Prod. Pink
Prod. Pink
Producer
Yeat
Yeat
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, you heard me right (Huh) Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (Huh) Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh) I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah) Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaired, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin' 'bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (Yeah, yeah) I was yellin' with thugs (Thugs), we was movin' bricks (Yeah, yeah) I've been pullin' up in big whips, yeah, y'all still smokin' Runtz (Skrrt) Yeah, whole lotta money, lil' bitch (Shh), I got a bunch (Yeah, I got a bunch) I don't even need no security, I got guns (Shh, I got guns) I need me a moment of clarity, I'm movin' these tons (I'm movin' these tons, shh-ah, shh-ah) Pulled up in a frog-eyed Bentley, with the big boy drum Yeah, talk down on the mob who gon' get you sprung (Get you sprung) Yeah, and I boot up for fun (Fun), do that shit for fun (Shit for fun) Yeah, reloadin' my shit, yeah, but I go to the sun (Go to the sun) Travelin' round with thugs, yeah, we number one (We number one) Brr, I hit his bitch ass up, yeah, just like a blunt (Brr) Brr, I'm so cold, my diamonds negative one (One) I got big lil' bitch, wanna send that bitch, wanna thrive I ain't listen to nobody's shit, I'ma live my life, my life I better boot up and just play the night, man, that boy is a spike I'm in the Urus, that big body steppin' That bitch 'bout a knife, slice Yeah, you heard me right (Huh) Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (Huh) Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh) I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah) Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaire, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin' 'bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (Watch 'em fall, fall) I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (Yeah, yeah) I was yellin' with thugs, we was movin' bricks (Yeah, yeah) Rich on rich, poppin' eight-hundred Pull up with sticks, and then got a whole hundred Get this bitch covered, I tap her bumper I know the bitch, only want her some money I get the bitch, and I catch me a baddy Pull up in her trap, and I pop it, and pat it She fuck with my diamonds, I fuck with her Gotti Then I need to buy me a brand new big-body Benz Ain't comin' in if they ain't at the shooter's end Been feelin' myself, I just mixed my shake Better get this shit tailored, I'm a pink, pink van Pray your whole clique get spint Pray your whole clique get shot, bitch, leave the bitch back in I just be gunnin' on show, mama, I get a big back in Scary-ass nigga, I don't wanna run, woah, hit my friend Hit my five, my slime, my blunt, my no, he not Kim Got the bitch here I spent two on her skin, said she wanna do it again I got them M's and I do it again, got the bitch jawbreakin' Yeah, you heard me right (Huh) Uh, he ain't pickin' no fight, he ain't pickin' no fight (Huh) Yeah, got a blick on my side, got a blick on my side (Oh, huh) I got big money, big money ties, and big mob ties (Oh, huh, ooh, huh, yeah-yeah) Slice, hmm, used to buy bread, chop off that loaf, slice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Yeah, hmm, whole lotta bread, double my money, twice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Hold on, yeah, put you on read, put you on flaired, thrice (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Watch me, uh, run it up, talkin' 'bout big price (Shh-shh-shh-shh, shh, shh, oh, huh) Artist, yeah, I'm the biggest bad of them all Artist, yeah, I'm the number one, watch 'em fall (Watch 'em fall, fall) I was sellin' them drugs, now I'm rich (Yeah, yeah) I was yellin' with thugs (Thugs), we was movin' bricks (Yeah, yeah)
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Noah Smith, Liam Barnea, Zion Miller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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