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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Sven Rafael Steenbergen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
17ondatrack
17ondatrack
Producer
Drok
Drok
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(17) (D-Roc) Young man, young man Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, "Bitch, let's go to war" I say, "Better make sure you ready, here they come" Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you? This shit should be over They comin' to take your motherfuckin' soul And you sittin' around dancin' and playin' with these hoes Like we ain't got them Glocks out, tryna knock your top off Take it easy, boy, I'm with big C, know that's Choppa Boy Disrespect, trip to the doctor for it Sprint, take off his spinal cord Now run, dumb bitch Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you? Sung in the choir when I was a child, when Grandmom died, my life got worse Passenger side while in the ride, I made a ski mask out of my shirt Stand like a pope until I'm in the dirt Gravedigger, he don't like to flirt, he said he need some work He could kill or play the block, watch out for cops Watch how you move, you take that wrong step, then we stop He go by Top and he killed plenty and they wanna see him knocked, put in a box Presidential, he official, they want the switches on they Glock Ask me how I know, from the pattern, left inside my five car Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you? Nigga, I want static, we get active, I say, bitch, let's go to war I say, better make sure you ready, here they come Young man, young man, ooh (young man) What you gon' do when they come for you?
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Sven Steenbergen, Jason Michael Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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