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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kendale Patrick Carter
Kendale Patrick Carter
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Shop With Ken
Shop With Ken
Producer

Lyrics

Shit, that's that bitch (damn, Ken man) Uh, baow It's Lil Top, nigga, what it is? You already know how I get down I got all these bitches around, all these bitches inside my home Yeah, with a half a million inside my bag, bitch Yeah, with a big strap on my couch, right now How you wan' do it? Nigga, biggest five, hah Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah I leave shit dead inside the street I had foreign cars at just 16, bitch Now, look, I know you heard of me I got my momma out the hood I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man I said, "I know you heard of me" 'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin' Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin' I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch That drum gon' talk like it's a band Got 80 acres worth of land But they wan' see me lose, wan' see me lose my groove Wan' see me throw my fuckin' hand They ain't give a hand, not one time, pussy bitch, I'm 'bout mine And I been known to slang iron, I'll have your whole family cryin' And I made millions through my whole career Dropped from outta school without a plan I could've fucked up, got killed I been on the stand just like a man, these 23 long years Life inside in the can, I said, "I can" Bitch, who would not shed tears? Bitch, keep it real Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the South Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me, "Stay in the house" Had some pain since I was a child Hope your happiness done been bought Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh I see these pussy niggas plottin' on me (I see them) I say I gotta keep that rocket on me (gotta keep that iron) In the club stuntin' with these hoes Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm, huh They watch my neck, huh, know I got that check I'm gon' flex, got that TEC, huh Play, I let this bitch out right on set, best come correct Or get stomped out your shit, this a bet Bitch, I'm rich, I ride around with that stick, fuck a fed Got too much sense inside my head to lose it all behind a ho Tryna get a session with DJ Khaled and make 'em all lay on the floor Tryna let that rookie open my venue And kill his whole clique at the show He's from a hour away And from that distance, I could see that he a ho I peep your chain out wit' my scope, I get your address from my four We grab them sticks It's time to kill, play Jackie Neal, that's how we roll I know life won't be fucked up forever, God blessin' all the steppers Trap niggas and real bitches, my clique gon' ball forever Wreck, we gon' bang it out, we gon' hit it, just let me know Pop a pussy, pop prescriptions, pop a check, ooh Bitch, pop that pussy, fuck who lookin', throw that neck, ooh I beat it down, straight from the back, then eat you like my food Now, look, I know you heard of me That boy who breakin' all the rules, that child who barely find peace That boy who make that bitch get tattoos of a whole face of me Inside Cristal, we soak our feet, it's gangsta Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah I leave shit dead inside the street I had foreign cars at just 16, bitch Now, look, I know you heard of me I got my momma out the hood I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man I said, "I know you heard of me" 'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin' Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin' I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch That drum gon' talk like it's a band I can see these pussy niggas plottin' on me (I see them) I say I gotta keep that rocket on me (gotta keep that iron) In the club stuntin' with these hoes Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the south Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me, "Stay in the house" Had some pain since I was a child Hope your happiness done been bought Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh
Writer(s): Earl T. Stevens, Tenina Stevens, Marvin Whitemon, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Kendale Patrick Carter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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