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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
K10 Beatz
K10 Beatz
Programming
MedusaBeats
MedusaBeats
Programming
We Love Heavy
We Love Heavy
Programming
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anton Ingvarsson
Anton Ingvarsson
Songwriter
Gene Simon Wagenaar
Gene Simon Wagenaar
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Kyler Mathis
Kyler Mathis
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
K10 Beatz
K10 Beatz
Producer
MedusaBeats
MedusaBeats
Producer
We Love Heavy
We Love Heavy
Producer
Khris James
Khris James
Recording Engineer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Medusa, what you on, nigga?) (We love you, Heavy) (Say 10, stay dangerous) Look Digital scale with a digital pole My old-head, he like to play baseball He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you (yeah, yeah) I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger That's on my backpack with a stack and I'ma spank you (baow, baow) Gravedigger fuckin' spin 'em, gonna stain 'em So many chains, they might get tangled This pack what I'm smokin' famous Fillin' places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers YoungBoy just like Brucе Wayne Paul Pierce, John Wall This for to when I was locked up in the feds, ain't answer one call Bitch, you know you better turn down, I'ma stand up This money holdin' all my jeans down, can't pull my pants up You seen 'em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug This clown-ass nigga gon' try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust Know I got it in the clutch Do-or-die, no one to trust Cold and my heart cold Bangin' 'til I'm out of breath Hustle 'til I can't no more Smokin' joes to ease the stress With my nigga, he a mess We in the old model stock 'Vette Digital scale with a digital pole My old-head, he like to play baseball He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s I'm a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you Came out the yard with hard, and now I'm rich and famous, oh, oh, oh Been a felon since '17, they say I'm dangerous 'Cause they know every time they catch me, I got a banger (yeah, slime, slime) Grandma died, I meant Baba, I picked up my prayer beads Evil and don't like to talk, I think I'm a rare breed In the city, know I bust brains, green flag, demon seed Kill two, that's Siamese, I'm on the 8 right where the river be Epitome, go tell 'em they can't get rid of me, nah If my life a stick, my youngins, they gon' kill to eat, ah I got four-door matte black Range Rovers, I got ten cars Bought my mama a house in Houston and moved grandpa from out that North Digital scale with a digital pole My old-head, he like to play baseball He ain't gotta worry 'bout what I do 'cause I'm gon' get me some dough Stack my money up, and then I buy an old-school on 24s Yeah, this Slime, man Lil Top, this Slimeto You already know what it is, 4K Trey Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today? Bitch-ass nigga, ain't nobody safe My old-head, he play baseball, nigga I'm tryna get me a Cully I'm tryna get me a Cullinan with the top down on 24s, believe that
Writer(s): Unknown Composer Author, Kentrell Gaulden, Kyler Mathis, Anton Ingvarsson, Khristopher James Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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