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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Berge
Berge
Performer
Lastwordbeats
Lastwordbeats
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Hill
Aaron Hill
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Michael Roberge
Michael Roberge
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Berge
Berge
Producer
DRok
DRok
Producer
Lastwordbeats
Lastwordbeats
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Any last words? D-Roc (Ayy, it's Top, ah, what?) Look, look, look Now I don't know 'bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy We leave a nigga out of words, boy, stretched on the curb, boy Play with me, we gon' purge, boy, bitch, I swear to God Get left deceased, watch your words, boy, bitch, best be more than hard You know me, in the streets they saw me, I was gone off bars (gone off bars) Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (stolen rod) You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a gravedigger Green flag, youngin shoot for me, he a gravedigger I go by YoungBoy, I make murder music and I'm known to kill shit They dissin', makin' murder music and I hit that kill switch Dead rapper, dead regular hood nigga, they know I drill shit Them same niggas I was poppin' pills with them boys I'm still with Demon baby, he strapped down when you see 'em, he got his mask with 'em Green flag and he blast niggas, stolen pistol and his flag with 'em Caught up with the system, he a villain, still say, "Fuck it, spin 'em" Play, gon' be a cold killin' and I don't even know the nigga And I don't know 'bout what you heard boy, best believe we swerve, boy We leave shit stretched out on the curb boy, left out of words, boy Play with me, we gon' go to war, bitch, I swear to God Lil' bro gon' hit your block in stolen cars Jump out with stolen rods Now I don't know 'bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy We leave a nigga out of words, boy, stretched on the curb, boy Play with me, we gon' purge, boy, bitch, I swear to God Get left deceased, watch your words, boy, bitch, best be more than hard You know me, in the streets they saw me, I was gone off bars (gone off bars) Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (stolen rod) You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a gravedigger Green flag, youngin shoot for me, he a gravedigger Look, I make beats too with that stick, I'm in the streets too But I love from out that window, I shot shit up with JB too Won't stop until we kill the whole crew Cock it back and do that dude Wake the bitch up early mornin' (how you comin'?) Comin' out the house and youngin' shot the tool Lil Top, I break all the rules I don't fuck with none of them dudes Lost his gun off jiggaboos, he went and brought another tool They say they gon' try to rob who? Lil Top, you lose, go with your move You bang with us, you lose your life, won't make it through, bitch Now I don't know 'bout what you heard, boy, we swerve, boy We leave a nigga out of words, boy, stretched on the curb, boy Play with me, we gon' purge, boy, bitch, I swear to God Get left deceased, watch your words, boy, bitch, best be more than hard You know me, in the streets they saw me, I was gone off bars (gone off bars) Stolen car with the murder squad with a stolen rod (stolen rod) You know me, bitch, I be YB, I'm a gravedigger Green flag, youngin shoot for me, he a gravedigger
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Aaron Hill, Michael Roberge Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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