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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Gang Shit [Official Audio]
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Beezo
Beezo
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bishop Grinnage
Bishop Grinnage
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam Catania
Adam Catania
Engineer
Beezo
Beezo
Producer

Lyrics

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'
Writer(s): Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Bishop Grinnage Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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