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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Drell On The Track
Drell On The Track
Programming
Sean Angus Watson
Sean Angus Watson
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendrell Mattox
Kendrell Mattox
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sean Angus Watson
Sean Angus Watson
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Drell On The Track
Drell On The Track
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh, ohh) I'm a real, I'm a real I'm a real good slime I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon Stack that money 'til I can't no more (No more) We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord How long would it be until this pain gon' go? Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag I stayed down lately, shawty, I'd die for you Fuck that shit that he be talkin', did he ride for you? I jeopardize and send my brothers 'fore to slide for you And every nigga 'round me willing 'fore to die for you Who you judgin'? I come up straight from the gutter We done struggled, me and my brothers had no one but each other I can buy a hatchback, but can't buy my family back, my life nothin' I want my Ne back, but I'm caught up with these hoes and I'm thuggin' I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon Stack that money 'til I can't no more (No more) We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord How long would it be until this pain gon' go? Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag Ride foreign ride, got plenty money, but that north where I reside at But I'd fly miles 'cross this town to see you smile She be fans of other niggas, like this bitch wan' be a hype man But the minute I wan' be alone, she don't like that I took heed into your letters, I was locked up with no celly I ain't wanna be no rival with you From the bottom all the way back to my section Everyday, yeah, we be steppin' Fuck chasin', I will not be through I'm all caught up with money, like, "Fuck this dream, it ain't nothin'" And fuck these hoes that don't love me, niggas don't like how I be stuntin' I miss Big Dump like my granny, we still at war 'bout my cousin Diggin' 'but I ain't searchin' for gold, I know I'm lookin' for somethin' I'ma ride that red eye (Red eye) like a demon Stack that money 'til I can't no more (No more) We be robbin' and schemin' (On God), oh Lord How long would it be until this pain gon' go? Straight from bottom, blow a bag on my bros, oh, yeah, yeah Just for his head, a hundred thousand, say less, I pay that Got plenty money, but I had to jump up out my bag (Yeah) Yeah (Slime)
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Kendrell Mattox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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