Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
HZRD
HZRD
Programming
Sspiketrap
Sspiketrap
Programming
Hurt
Hurt
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Gilfenbain
Aaron Gilfenbain
Songwriter
Alex Bottero
Alex Bottero
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Vilyam Vardumyan
Vilyam Vardumyan
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
HZRD
HZRD
Producer
Sspiketrap
Sspiketrap
Producer
Hurt
Hurt
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Ayy, I'm in this bitch like I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me? (Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker) I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah In this bitch like I done gone mad Smokin' on that strong pack Look, you gon' get your dome snatched You know that I'm on that No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad Light my Backwood up I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, no playin' with us Don't care 'bout wherе I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clappеd soon as you come for us If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin' (I smoke dope all day) (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist (on my waist) I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic Try to speak, don't even waste time 'cause they know right now I'm on business Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah Gotta catch my cut, but I got 50 grand y'all gon' split up Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like, "Ah" Go to him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Wow" Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires It go down, then you just drive I'm out the roof lettin' off that fire She one hundred, she get hired Bitch, stack that money in a pile Just walk around, let me smack your ass Bitch, take control, don't be a child Hold on, Top say, "I want 20 hoes inside this house" Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh) I got money, I got hundreds I keep a pole on my waist I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Aaron Gilfenbain, Alex Bottero, Vilyam Vardumyan, Jason Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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