RIP Lil Phat (Lil Trouble made the beat, he only had to play it once)
Ooh that bitch turnt up, what you on? What you on?
What you talkin' 'bout, foe?
What you tryna do, huh?
You act like, you act like you ain't been a gangster
Bitch, you know I been a gangster, yeah
You ain't even gotta turn me up like that, boy, yeah
You know what's happenin' with me, free DDawg, ain't nobody safe
Let's go
Rollin' off them pills, steady spinnin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Tryna pop a nigga cap, that's off the flat, they be controllin'
If them niggas get to poppin', then just know he got it on him
I ain't gotta point 'em out, my niggas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I'm in a zone, yeah
My niggas rollin' off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And bitch, I been that, I'm still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your f*ckin' dome, yeah, send your ass home, yeah
Nigga, ain't no temptin' me, watch me do my murder dance
30 Glock up in his pants, f*ck the cops, he stretch your mans
He say he need another one, he just took another Xan
He say he gon' step on us, he gon' need another plan
Dirty as a motherf*cker, still come through f*ckin' swervin' (boom, nigga)
Out the roof up in this bitch, who said I was worried? (Who said I was worried?)
I get trey like back to back, they shoot that bitch like Curry
Behind the line, a couple stacks'll probably get 'em early, hold on
Rollin' off them pills, steady spinnin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Tryna pop a nigga cap, that's off the flat, they be controllin'
If them niggas get to poppin', then just know he got it on him
I ain't gotta point 'em out, my niggas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I'm in a zone, yeah
My niggas rollin' off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And bitch, I been that, I'm still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your f*ckin' dome, yeah, send your ass home, yeah
Wan' do somethin' with who? I got that tool up in this bitch (on slime)
We can go to scufflin' since you bootin' in this bitch (I ain't lyin')
Flash out and make it ugly, ain't no movin' in this bitch (bitch, what up?)
I'm gonna shoot a horror movie, ain't no choosin', ain't no picks
I'ma go across your shit with this Henny bottle, nigga
Still be with the shits, just since I left the bottom, nigga
Put you up with your clique, you f*ckin' with the Dada, nigga
Bust your ass, that's a fact, ain't 'bout no f*ckin' dollar, nigga
How I come through on them jiggas
Rollin' off them pills, steady spinnin', bitch, I'm rollin'
Tryna pop a nigga cap, that's off the flat, they be controllin'
If them niggas get to poppin', then just know he got it on him
I ain't gotta point 'em out, my niggas get him if I want him
Hold on, yeah, I'm in a zone, yeah
My niggas rollin' off them pills to get you gone, yeah
And bitch, I been that, I'm still is, so watch your tone, yeah
Bust your f*ckin' dome, yeah, send your ass home, yeah
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Still Flexin, Still Steppin Album Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Still Flexin, Still Steppin Lyrics
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Kyre Trask, Noah Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Knocked Off
Who made this shit?
(TayTay made the beat)
Ay, f*ck all you niggas, yeah, yeah
Free Choppa Boy (you know who the don dada is)
We step on anything, and still steppin' nigga (look)
Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga
Gang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this is on your noggin, nigga
I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah
All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead
Nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
Talk like Top, get on these meds
Get out your top, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spray
Jumped out and we slumped his ass
They can't run, we on they ass
I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon' get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
Can't help you, see, I'm rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FNs and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me blind, I don't know these people
She wan' be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, go
She wan' talk, girl, I don't have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, whoa
Bitch I keep the stick, but don't play pool, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
Pussy nigga, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil' boy, nigga
I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon' get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
Who made this shit?
(TayTay made the beat)
(TayTay made the beat)
Ay, f*ck all you niggas, yeah, yeah
Free Choppa Boy (you know who the don dada is)
We step on anything, and still steppin' nigga (look)
Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, nigga
Gang, I been tryna leave 'em blank, this is on your noggin, nigga
I got juveniles who steppin', totin' on dirty pistols, yeah
All my niggas out here spinnin', tryna leave a nigga dead
Nigga, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
Talk like Top, get on these meds
Get out your top, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spray
Jumped out and we slumped his ass
They can't run, we on they ass
I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon' get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
Can't help you, see, I'm rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FNs and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me blind, I don't know these people
She wan' be with me, I just won't date her, won't date her, go
She wan' talk, girl, I don't have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, whoa
Bitch I keep the stick, but don't play pool, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another nigga the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
Pussy nigga, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil' boy, nigga
I'm like who want beef? Just show me somethin'
I got killers on Front Street and we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon' get him knocked off
These bitch niggas don't wan' rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
Who made this shit?
(TayTay made the beat)
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Tayvian Carter
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Lil Top
(Khris James, what the f*ck?)
(Goddamn, VJ with another one)
Let's go
Ayy, turn me up, Big Zo
We finna step up, yeah
(Mmh, that Lil Top) Lil Top, Lil Top, yeah
I'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeah
I'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeah
I don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' nigga
I cut off my day ones for the win (win)
I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (skrrt)
Up, got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in
Not even close with family, why the f*ck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' nigga) Let's go
F*ck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (alright)
A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent
I'm only twenty, nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime)
Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (let's go, let's go)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (can't keep a ho), let's go
Lost my brothers, I ain't friendly, nigga (friendly, nigga)
I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (oh)
Straight out the mud, we from the trenches, nigga
The realest ones had the hardest way of livin' (talk to 'em)
But who want smoke? I drop them bags, I'm quick to send it, pussy nigga
Whip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats and some Benjis, broke ass nigga
F*ck their opinion, it don't help out how I'm livin' (yeah)
Let's fight with millions, f*ck whoever think I'm trippin', and yeah
I pull up black, and I see trouble, cock one in it, yeah (I cock one in it)
I'm full of Xanax, all my brothers rollin' with me, yeah (they rollin' with me)
I'm up and focused, probably blow if you come near me playin'
Got all my pockets filled with hundreds, doin' the murder man (let's go)
The biggest boss, ride through the North, I keep my gun in hand (gun in hand)
I don't wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds dance
R.I.P. Dump, everyday dump a hundred some rounds on them
Came from the bottom, they don't even know, this money got 'em starin' (let's go)
(Mmh, that Lil Top), yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (in through an invoice)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin'
One, two, three million, I bet it, placed a bet, I set it
It's way too hot, clear out the block, spin on your shit and wet it
Do it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch, we flexin' while we steppin'
I don't want to talk about that shit, this money my confession
I say this new Bentley a go-kart, drive this bitch like Herbie
I just threw one of them thangs back, I came through, I was swervin'
Get out of line, we smush your brains back, that murder shit be urgent
4KTrey, we put this bitch straight to your face, you think I'm worried (yeah)
Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (goddamn, VJ on another one)
(Goddamn, VJ with another one)
Let's go
Ayy, turn me up, Big Zo
We finna step up, yeah
(Mmh, that Lil Top) Lil Top, Lil Top, yeah
I'm really Top, really, I'm really Top, yeah
I'm really Top, hey, I'm really Top, yeah
I don't want that top, yeah, it's on, lil' nigga
I cut off my day ones for the win (win)
I just pulled up in that black Maybach, you can't see in (skrrt)
Up, got plenty racks, I keep a strap with one cocked in
Not even close with family, why the f*ck would I want friends? (Tell me that, lil' nigga) Let's go
F*ck the ones who talkin', bitch, I'm lit, alright (alright)
A million dollars worth of cars, no lease, no rent
I'm only twenty, nobody tell me shit, I'm slime (I'm slime)
Bitch cross the line, I lose my mind, I bust that iron, look
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (let's go, let's go)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (can't keep a ho), let's go
Lost my brothers, I ain't friendly, nigga (friendly, nigga)
I spent two-fifty on my Bentley (oh)
Straight out the mud, we from the trenches, nigga
The realest ones had the hardest way of livin' (talk to 'em)
But who want smoke? I drop them bags, I'm quick to send it, pussy nigga
Whip out with Glocks out from our Hellcats and some Benjis, broke ass nigga
F*ck their opinion, it don't help out how I'm livin' (yeah)
Let's fight with millions, f*ck whoever think I'm trippin', and yeah
I pull up black, and I see trouble, cock one in it, yeah (I cock one in it)
I'm full of Xanax, all my brothers rollin' with me, yeah (they rollin' with me)
I'm up and focused, probably blow if you come near me playin'
Got all my pockets filled with hundreds, doin' the murder man (let's go)
The biggest boss, ride through the North, I keep my gun in hand (gun in hand)
I don't wanna talk, I let it off while all these diamonds dance
R.I.P. Dump, everyday dump a hundred some rounds on them
Came from the bottom, they don't even know, this money got 'em starin' (let's go)
(Mmh, that Lil Top), yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice (in through an invoice)
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin'
One, two, three million, I bet it, placed a bet, I set it
It's way too hot, clear out the block, spin on your shit and wet it
Do it and stop, Prada'd up, bitch, we flexin' while we steppin'
I don't want to talk about that shit, this money my confession
I say this new Bentley a go-kart, drive this bitch like Herbie
I just threw one of them thangs back, I came through, I was swervin'
Get out of line, we smush your brains back, that murder shit be urgent
4KTrey, we put this bitch straight to your face, you think I'm worried (yeah)
Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top now
Mmh, that Lil Top, yeah, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
Mmh, that Lil Top, heard that, mmh, that Lil Top, yeah
That Lil Top, uh, hmm, that Lil Top, yeah
Pistol totin' while swervin' in a Rolls-Royce, yeah
Just send my million through an invoice
I spend plenty blue face racks on shit I wear once, yeah
Just like that ho, man, I can't keep nothin' (goddamn, VJ on another one)
Writer: Brandon Russell, Hagan Lagne, Kentrell Gaulden, Samuel Thanni
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Red Eye
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
F*ck 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 Ni 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'
F*ck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "F*ck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And f*ck 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)
Slime
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
F*ck 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 Ni 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'
F*ck chasin', I will not be through
I'm all caught up with money, like, "F*ck this dream, it ain't nothin'"
And f*ck 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)
Slime
Writer: Kendrell Mattox, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Fine by Time
(This Vade on the keys)
It's YoungBoy, nigga
Lil Top, what up?
Ay, I'm still on that same shit, yeah
Free D-Dawg, nigga
I ain't tryna lose nothin', you heard me? I got it on me
Same nigga from the trenches, never changed up
We steady killin' 'cause these niggas tryna frame us
Came from the bottom, Northside, baby, I done came up
F*ck throwin' that money in the air, I throw my gang up
She ain't feelin' like she wrong
When I saw she'll cross me, I damn near lost my mind
I gave 'em trust when I saw hate in front my eyes
God, tell me if it's love, got me blind
Or tell me if it be this glizzy, steady spittin' out fire
I'm still fresh up out of prison, got another charge
Rich nigga, probably be convicted on another count
I keep it goin' up with three million and it's goin' high
I do my dance while Big Dump watchin' from the sky
And I be feelin' like I'm dope, I don't realize
That I ain't wait for no dependent that don't love a slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who you with 'cause she forever mine
Pain gon' float (pain gon' float, it's on you if you gon' ever let it go)
Time gon' go (time gon' go, just remember, don't you ever let 'em take your soul)
Love move slow (slow)
All this money, never took the pain from a nigga
How I feel, they'll never know (never know)
Niggas tryna take my life, keep a pole (keep a pole)
All these drugs don't make it right, no (oh)
Testify and we gon' slang that iron at the other side
We blow them bitches back to back, ay, whatcha on (whatcha on)
Quick to pick up when that murder call my phone, yeah (brr brr)
Give me a rush, I'm tryna bust a nigga dome
Grew from ambition, my pocket filled with them Benj's
I'm ridin' around with the glizzy, pussy, come run up on that chrome
My grandpa f*cked me up, he was walkin' out my home
He told me for to watch myself, and keep my gun around
This nigga touched me to the heart, plenty battles I done fought
Don't move in daylight when it's dark, we at your top with them darts
This brand new Draco that I got, it hit and blow out your heart
I go by YoungBoy, but I always been Lil Top from the start
I got these bitches in my crib tryna f*ck in the Royce
And I don't even know who she is, what she want me for?
It ain't no actin' how I'm actin', she realize I'm a thug
She know that I'll put this dick on her, includin' her girl
But how you feelin'? I been still dealin' with my pain
Still sending' money to these dogs, free 'em out them chains
Can't be around 'em, but I'm still thuggin' with my mains
It's a dirty game, it's just so slimy, it'll never change
Pain gon' float (pain gon' float, it's on you if you gon' ever let it go)
Time gon' go (time gon' go, just remember, don't you ever let 'em take your soul)
Love move slow (slow)
All this money, never took the pain from a nigga
How I feel, they'll never know (never know)
Niggas tryna take my life, keep a pole (keep a pole)
All these drugs don't make it right, no (oh)
All these drugs don't make it right, no
I've been fightin' for my life, keep a pole
At the crib, bitches wanna f*ck me in the Rolls
And I don't even know who she is or what she wants
Ain't understandin' how I feel, I been down
But that don't matter, what matter I'm bein' strong
I go to Marshall, what matters? Ayy, whatcha on?
Feelin' like no more that I can't touch you through my songs
It's YoungBoy, nigga
Lil Top, what up?
Ay, I'm still on that same shit, yeah
Free D-Dawg, nigga
I ain't tryna lose nothin', you heard me? I got it on me
Same nigga from the trenches, never changed up
We steady killin' 'cause these niggas tryna frame us
Came from the bottom, Northside, baby, I done came up
F*ck throwin' that money in the air, I throw my gang up
She ain't feelin' like she wrong
When I saw she'll cross me, I damn near lost my mind
I gave 'em trust when I saw hate in front my eyes
God, tell me if it's love, got me blind
Or tell me if it be this glizzy, steady spittin' out fire
I'm still fresh up out of prison, got another charge
Rich nigga, probably be convicted on another count
I keep it goin' up with three million and it's goin' high
I do my dance while Big Dump watchin' from the sky
And I be feelin' like I'm dope, I don't realize
That I ain't wait for no dependent that don't love a slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who you with 'cause she forever mine
Pain gon' float (pain gon' float, it's on you if you gon' ever let it go)
Time gon' go (time gon' go, just remember, don't you ever let 'em take your soul)
Love move slow (slow)
All this money, never took the pain from a nigga
How I feel, they'll never know (never know)
Niggas tryna take my life, keep a pole (keep a pole)
All these drugs don't make it right, no (oh)
Testify and we gon' slang that iron at the other side
We blow them bitches back to back, ay, whatcha on (whatcha on)
Quick to pick up when that murder call my phone, yeah (brr brr)
Give me a rush, I'm tryna bust a nigga dome
Grew from ambition, my pocket filled with them Benj's
I'm ridin' around with the glizzy, pussy, come run up on that chrome
My grandpa f*cked me up, he was walkin' out my home
He told me for to watch myself, and keep my gun around
This nigga touched me to the heart, plenty battles I done fought
Don't move in daylight when it's dark, we at your top with them darts
This brand new Draco that I got, it hit and blow out your heart
I go by YoungBoy, but I always been Lil Top from the start
I got these bitches in my crib tryna f*ck in the Royce
And I don't even know who she is, what she want me for?
It ain't no actin' how I'm actin', she realize I'm a thug
She know that I'll put this dick on her, includin' her girl
But how you feelin'? I been still dealin' with my pain
Still sending' money to these dogs, free 'em out them chains
Can't be around 'em, but I'm still thuggin' with my mains
It's a dirty game, it's just so slimy, it'll never change
Pain gon' float (pain gon' float, it's on you if you gon' ever let it go)
Time gon' go (time gon' go, just remember, don't you ever let 'em take your soul)
Love move slow (slow)
All this money, never took the pain from a nigga
How I feel, they'll never know (never know)
Niggas tryna take my life, keep a pole (keep a pole)
All these drugs don't make it right, no (oh)
All these drugs don't make it right, no
I've been fightin' for my life, keep a pole
At the crib, bitches wanna f*ck me in the Rolls
And I don't even know who she is or what she wants
Ain't understandin' how I feel, I been down
But that don't matter, what matter I'm bein' strong
I go to Marshall, what matters? Ayy, whatcha on?
Feelin' like no more that I can't touch you through my songs
Writer: David Boonpetch, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Suited Panamera
(It's Vade on the keys)
Ride around, 'round, ooh-whoa
Oh, slime
Every jawn, nigga, oh
Shit, I just woke up about two hours ago
Let's go
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
Singin' that, f*ck that love shit, bitch, been long gone, baby
I got trust issues, plus these drugs won't let me hold on, baby
I be wantin' to leave it all, but did too much to f*ckin' make it
The ones I love, I cut 'em off, 'cause it's too much and I can't take it
I don't do no talkin' on it, either side
Them Xans what got this look stuck up in my eyes
It numb my pain, never left, it only rise
At the end, not only that your soul left, your name dies
Hate what you believe, you do that shit 'cause I won't leave
I spend the money to make emotions ease, bitch, now let me breathe
Known to draw down, we never freeze
Searchin' for love, it sure is deceiving
I still have no one on side of me
But when you see me, I be flexed up, nigga
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
My bros, yeah
I swear Lil Leaky, I miss you, nigga, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Shootouts with the other side, it got confidential
Many wouldn't even have me 'round if I wasn't beneficial
I'ma always take my brother's side while hangin' out that window
50K, I spend it on some VV's, you can ask the dental
It's okay, I watched Lil Leaky serve up out them rentals
Suburbans on the highway, no, we don't do the Sprinters
And I stay street life grindin' 'cause I ain't really have a pot to piss in
A little street life shawty chasin' blue cheese 'cause he Crippin'
I feel like G life forever and always, yeah, I'm Crippin'
I'm in a street life, that's what all of my niggas been Crippin'
I'm all in love and lust, I showed you, I guess I got interference
She paint a picture perfect, two double cups help me get the image
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
Ride around, 'round, ooh-whoa
Oh, slime
Every jawn, nigga, oh
Shit, I just woke up about two hours ago
Let's go
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
Singin' that, f*ck that love shit, bitch, been long gone, baby
I got trust issues, plus these drugs won't let me hold on, baby
I be wantin' to leave it all, but did too much to f*ckin' make it
The ones I love, I cut 'em off, 'cause it's too much and I can't take it
I don't do no talkin' on it, either side
Them Xans what got this look stuck up in my eyes
It numb my pain, never left, it only rise
At the end, not only that your soul left, your name dies
Hate what you believe, you do that shit 'cause I won't leave
I spend the money to make emotions ease, bitch, now let me breathe
Known to draw down, we never freeze
Searchin' for love, it sure is deceiving
I still have no one on side of me
But when you see me, I be flexed up, nigga
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
My bros, yeah
I swear Lil Leaky, I miss you, nigga, yeah
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, yeah
Shootouts with the other side, it got confidential
Many wouldn't even have me 'round if I wasn't beneficial
I'ma always take my brother's side while hangin' out that window
50K, I spend it on some VV's, you can ask the dental
It's okay, I watched Lil Leaky serve up out them rentals
Suburbans on the highway, no, we don't do the Sprinters
And I stay street life grindin' 'cause I ain't really have a pot to piss in
A little street life shawty chasin' blue cheese 'cause he Crippin'
I feel like G life forever and always, yeah, I'm Crippin'
I'm in a street life, that's what all of my niggas been Crippin'
I'm all in love and lust, I showed you, I guess I got interference
She paint a picture perfect, two double cups help me get the image
Suited Panamera when I roll
Should I rock and roll, the life I chose
Don't know nothin' but go hard behind my bros, yeah
No longer push pain out, I'm gon' go harder with it in
Writer: David Boonpetch, Kentrell Gaulden, Samuel Thanni, Tyquian Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
How You Want It
Even though I want them niggas dead, that's all (yeah, for sure)
Nah, for real though
I'm all alone and I'm thinking 'bout you
How you feel (slatt)
I say, you gotta tell me what you don't like
I might do it a couple times again, but I'll get it right
Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (all you do is keep it real)
I'm goin' insane, ain't askin' no main 'cause that shit lame
And I'm tired of playing games, if you want me, then make a change
'Cause all this back and forth shit, it done brought too much of pain
F*ck all them hoes I f*ck with, I want you to be my main, I'm just sayin'
Xanax, Percocet, and plus that lean
Got me acting all type of ways, make you think shit that it don't seem
I got hoes screamin' my name wherever I'm steppin' on the scene
I just hope I'm who you want 'cause I want you on side of me (Lil Top, ay, ay, YoungBoy)
Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (all you do is keep it real)
Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
Somewhat abusive, let's be trill
When I'm out here in that field
This pistol make a nigga chill (bitch, what?)
But I be wantin' my bae right here
Got diamonds from mouth to my ear
If she ain't there, I don't appear
Where you at? I'll be right there
I pay that cost to fly a Lear
My niggas got bad bitches, be around me
They all wanna f*ck on a nigga
Sometimes I get dirty
Sometimes I think of you and tell 'em, "Don't touch on a nigga," yeah
Compared to you, I know that it's wrong
I love how they lovin' a nigga, yeah
These bitches ain't shit, don't wan' be alone
F*ck 'round, take her home with a nigga, damn
Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (all you do is keep it real)
Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
Nah, for real though
I'm all alone and I'm thinking 'bout you
How you feel (slatt)
I say, you gotta tell me what you don't like
I might do it a couple times again, but I'll get it right
Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (all you do is keep it real)
I'm goin' insane, ain't askin' no main 'cause that shit lame
And I'm tired of playing games, if you want me, then make a change
'Cause all this back and forth shit, it done brought too much of pain
F*ck all them hoes I f*ck with, I want you to be my main, I'm just sayin'
Xanax, Percocet, and plus that lean
Got me acting all type of ways, make you think shit that it don't seem
I got hoes screamin' my name wherever I'm steppin' on the scene
I just hope I'm who you want 'cause I want you on side of me (Lil Top, ay, ay, YoungBoy)
Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (all you do is keep it real)
Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
Somewhat abusive, let's be trill
When I'm out here in that field
This pistol make a nigga chill (bitch, what?)
But I be wantin' my bae right here
Got diamonds from mouth to my ear
If she ain't there, I don't appear
Where you at? I'll be right there
I pay that cost to fly a Lear
My niggas got bad bitches, be around me
They all wanna f*ck on a nigga
Sometimes I get dirty
Sometimes I think of you and tell 'em, "Don't touch on a nigga," yeah
Compared to you, I know that it's wrong
I love how they lovin' a nigga, yeah
These bitches ain't shit, don't wan' be alone
F*ck 'round, take her home with a nigga, damn
Tell me how you want it, baby
(Tell me how you want it, baby)
I said tell me how you feel (I said tell me how you feel)
Don't let this shit be 'bout no money, baby
(Don't let this shit be 'bout no money)
All you do is keep it real (all you do is keep it real)
Tell me how you want it, baby, tell me how you feel
I been depressed with all this money by my lonely, baby
I just need someone to keep it real
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Neil Harris
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Long RD
(Yung Lan on the track)
(Felipe S)
Yeah, uh, uh
I, oh, oh, oh, I, oh, oh, oh
Took it to ten and another level
Screamin', "F*ck all that love," steady runnin' it up
Let her get me caught up, I'll never let her
When they see me pull up in that double R truck
They'll never just think that I been a felon
They would think all this fame what brought all the pain
Been dealin' with this since I was eleven
I'm at odds with his man 'cause I took off his brain
And I'm steady flexin' and steppin'
I just went bought a new coupe
I ain't feelin' no pressure, cash out on a Lamb'
Won't be no comparin' between me and you
Since sixteen, young nigga been rich
Nigga just turned twenty, still havin' this shit
F*ck everybody hatin', I'm as real as it get
Leave my sons with this money, I throw out the pitch (I got you forever, lil' nigga)
On a long road, long road
I ain't tryna find my way home (I ain't tryna find my way home)
I believe I can (believe), I know somewhere (I know)
I'll find peace all alone (on my own)
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ah
Drop off the bag and I pick it up
If you want me to do it, then it's all for your love
I'ma stay in the house, I ain't going to no club
In this bitch gettin' it in, taking pain with the drugs
Ain't no love in my heart, I woke up with a mold
Who the f*ck is these hoes in this bitch? Get 'em off
Cuttin' 'em off left and right, like a body, they fold
I don't like how they rock, I'ma move 'em around
That's for niggas and hoes, too
Say, "YoungBoy, after all, can you tell me why them people chose you?"
I really don't know, fool
How the f*ck did they find a young nigga who thuggin'
Who coming straight up out the bayou?
I ain't murder them niggas, please show me your witness
You get out your body, I buy you
Ones that I love treat me like a motherless infant
Can't say that I forever got you (I can't)
On a long road, long road
I ain't tryna find my way home
I believe I can, I know somewhere
I'll find peace all alone
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ah
Hell nah, I ain't fold, I'm a rider
Never once I changed on my partners, my day ones
Finna take that pint and pour out the bottle
Thank the ones call me the GOAT, but I'm the f*ckin' slime one, no
(Felipe S)
Yeah, uh, uh
I, oh, oh, oh, I, oh, oh, oh
Took it to ten and another level
Screamin', "F*ck all that love," steady runnin' it up
Let her get me caught up, I'll never let her
When they see me pull up in that double R truck
They'll never just think that I been a felon
They would think all this fame what brought all the pain
Been dealin' with this since I was eleven
I'm at odds with his man 'cause I took off his brain
And I'm steady flexin' and steppin'
I just went bought a new coupe
I ain't feelin' no pressure, cash out on a Lamb'
Won't be no comparin' between me and you
Since sixteen, young nigga been rich
Nigga just turned twenty, still havin' this shit
F*ck everybody hatin', I'm as real as it get
Leave my sons with this money, I throw out the pitch (I got you forever, lil' nigga)
On a long road, long road
I ain't tryna find my way home (I ain't tryna find my way home)
I believe I can (believe), I know somewhere (I know)
I'll find peace all alone (on my own)
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ah
Drop off the bag and I pick it up
If you want me to do it, then it's all for your love
I'ma stay in the house, I ain't going to no club
In this bitch gettin' it in, taking pain with the drugs
Ain't no love in my heart, I woke up with a mold
Who the f*ck is these hoes in this bitch? Get 'em off
Cuttin' 'em off left and right, like a body, they fold
I don't like how they rock, I'ma move 'em around
That's for niggas and hoes, too
Say, "YoungBoy, after all, can you tell me why them people chose you?"
I really don't know, fool
How the f*ck did they find a young nigga who thuggin'
Who coming straight up out the bayou?
I ain't murder them niggas, please show me your witness
You get out your body, I buy you
Ones that I love treat me like a motherless infant
Can't say that I forever got you (I can't)
On a long road, long road
I ain't tryna find my way home
I believe I can, I know somewhere
I'll find peace all alone
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh
Ayy, ooh, ah
Hell nah, I ain't fold, I'm a rider
Never once I changed on my partners, my day ones
Finna take that pint and pour out the bottle
Thank the ones call me the GOAT, but I'm the f*ckin' slime one, no
Writer: Andre Felipe Espana, Kentrell Gaulden, Milan Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Okay
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw (Lilkdubb)
Don't want smoke, bitch ass nigga
Look
I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
You should head home, baby girl, if you're stressin'
I'm smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
She won't leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain't no textin'
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
Okay, what you on, nigga?
I just popped a flat and I been rollin' since this mornin', nigga
Pistol, thirty strap is on my lap, I put it on a nigga
Play and you gon' die, and believe me, boy, you're not the only nigga
Boy, you should've known this, nigga
Pull up with them cutters to standoff, yeah (pussy, baow), yeah
Aimin' at your mama, or your sister, daddy head, yeah
Leave that boy for dead, let the coroners pick him up, yeah
Right now I won't move 'cause these pills got me stuck (Baow, baow)
What the f*ck? Tell these hoes I say good luck
My youngins robbin' like it's snow, but not Tha Bluff (yeah, baow)
Pop your noggin if you're actin' like you're tough
I got money and I feel it ain't enough
What it is? We got sticks off in this truck
It's strictly smoke, I let it off, these bitch ass niggas blow a puff
F*ck that ho, tear off the door, it ain't no sense to even duck
This pussy nigga tried to run, I hit the corner, then I bust
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
That murder shit, I seen it, yeah, chop out and I'm beamin'
I got all these bitches screamin', it's dirty, I'ma clean it
I'ma spray it with that mop, I'm like, "Bitch, give me a reason"
I got thirty in this Glock, I'ma hit and clear the scene and now
I just spent a half a million, I ain't trippin' 'cause I got it
I just gave Big Meech a fifty and I say I bust the body
I'm so loaded, play, I pop it, I got narcotics in my body
Ride with that Draco in my Rolls-Royce, once you start it, you can't stop it
I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
You should head home, baby girl, if you're stressin'
I'm smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
She won't leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain't no textin'
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
Free DDawg, nigga
Northside 38 (we shoot 'em, baow, baow)
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today? It's on (yeah)
I been on some shit like this (the drop, okay, okay)
I aim at you and I step with that stick on me, you hear me?
(We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey")
If you get the ups on me, bitch ass nigga
You still ain't win, you heard me?
'Cause you gon' have to step on me before you take anything, believe that
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw (Lilkdubb)
Don't want smoke, bitch ass nigga
Look
I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
You should head home, baby girl, if you're stressin'
I'm smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
She won't leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain't no textin'
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
Okay, what you on, nigga?
I just popped a flat and I been rollin' since this mornin', nigga
Pistol, thirty strap is on my lap, I put it on a nigga
Play and you gon' die, and believe me, boy, you're not the only nigga
Boy, you should've known this, nigga
Pull up with them cutters to standoff, yeah (pussy, baow), yeah
Aimin' at your mama, or your sister, daddy head, yeah
Leave that boy for dead, let the coroners pick him up, yeah
Right now I won't move 'cause these pills got me stuck (Baow, baow)
What the f*ck? Tell these hoes I say good luck
My youngins robbin' like it's snow, but not Tha Bluff (yeah, baow)
Pop your noggin if you're actin' like you're tough
I got money and I feel it ain't enough
What it is? We got sticks off in this truck
It's strictly smoke, I let it off, these bitch ass niggas blow a puff
F*ck that ho, tear off the door, it ain't no sense to even duck
This pussy nigga tried to run, I hit the corner, then I bust
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
That murder shit, I seen it, yeah, chop out and I'm beamin'
I got all these bitches screamin', it's dirty, I'ma clean it
I'ma spray it with that mop, I'm like, "Bitch, give me a reason"
I got thirty in this Glock, I'ma hit and clear the scene and now
I just spent a half a million, I ain't trippin' 'cause I got it
I just gave Big Meech a fifty and I say I bust the body
I'm so loaded, play, I pop it, I got narcotics in my body
Ride with that Draco in my Rolls-Royce, once you start it, you can't stop it
I pulled up with my diamonds on TG if you need a lesson
You should head home, baby girl, if you're stressin'
I'm smokin' on that strong, you could miss me with that mess, bitch
She won't leave me 'lone, turn my phone off, ain't no textin'
She said she got the drop, okay, uh, okay
We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey"
Shawty ridin' 'round with that fire, okay, okay
Think it's time to leave you 'lone, bust his head with that chrome, yeah
Free DDawg, nigga
Northside 38 (we shoot 'em, baow, baow)
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' die today? It's on (yeah)
I been on some shit like this (the drop, okay, okay)
I aim at you and I step with that stick on me, you hear me?
(We had pulled up with the mopstick, pussy nigga, said, "Obey")
If you get the ups on me, bitch ass nigga
You still ain't win, you heard me?
'Cause you gon' have to step on me before you take anything, believe that
Writer: India Williams, Kentrell Gaulden, Kyre Trask
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Batman
Dubba-AA flex
Mm, Statik On The Track (David Tell Em)
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Crack the seal on that dope and pour a four up
You got the opp, I got the Backwood, get you rolled up
And life cold, my nigga died, think that it's colder
Swerve on a nigga ass, aim with the strap, watch how he fold up
Bitch, you ain't gon' fold nothin', one thing you know is up with me
I got nothin' but killers on the line and they all stuck with me
F*ck the money, bro, them clutch that iron and they gon' bust for me
Run up, that's when all you niggas dyin', you think 'bout touching me
These niggas shootin' shit luckily
Bitch, this ain't no luck, nigga, we get close, bust the fire
No shooting from a distance, we gon' zip 'em, you just pull on side
This cutter hit 'em, flip 'em, Draco split 'em and they don't walk outside
Talk like you official, we gon' blitz him, buried while alive
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Hundred shots, a hundred fools, 4KTrey break all the rules
Die today if we see you, stretch 'em and watch how I move
Bitches tryna Youngboy walk, niggas tryna baller-block
Come see what I got in this car, before I shoot, I shorten the stock
Big thirty-eight, I beat a opp, big four-five and it's made by Glock
Hop out the car and escape from the cops
Spray it with the K and we tearing up the block
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Mm, Statik On The Track (David Tell Em)
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Crack the seal on that dope and pour a four up
You got the opp, I got the Backwood, get you rolled up
And life cold, my nigga died, think that it's colder
Swerve on a nigga ass, aim with the strap, watch how he fold up
Bitch, you ain't gon' fold nothin', one thing you know is up with me
I got nothin' but killers on the line and they all stuck with me
F*ck the money, bro, them clutch that iron and they gon' bust for me
Run up, that's when all you niggas dyin', you think 'bout touching me
These niggas shootin' shit luckily
Bitch, this ain't no luck, nigga, we get close, bust the fire
No shooting from a distance, we gon' zip 'em, you just pull on side
This cutter hit 'em, flip 'em, Draco split 'em and they don't walk outside
Talk like you official, we gon' blitz him, buried while alive
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Hundred shots, a hundred fools, 4KTrey break all the rules
Die today if we see you, stretch 'em and watch how I move
Bitches tryna Youngboy walk, niggas tryna baller-block
Come see what I got in this car, before I shoot, I shorten the stock
Big thirty-eight, I beat a opp, big four-five and it's made by Glock
Hop out the car and escape from the cops
Spray it with the K and we tearing up the block
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
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Call Me Late
(Mommy, India got the beats)
How you wan' do it?
I'm a thug, nigga, I came in influenced
And I'm spreadin' it 'til they influence, nigga
But look here, I'ma pop your top
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls (big Slime, ayy)
Let's go, uh
Baby, call me later, I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time)
I been chasin' money right now (right now)
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (at everybody)
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch a body (pow, pow)
Hardbody (hard)
Get a Xan and pop it, I got money in my pocket
I got thirty in this rocket, nigga, uh, make me pop it
Runnin' from these hoes and they caught me
My life on froze, can't be on the road
But you know that real niggas capitalize off anything
I'm tryna take his soul, we catch him, we blow
All that talkin' out his top is why I'm gon' bust his brain
Feelin' on her body, like, ooh, ooh
If I'm in here doin' too much, then baby, you tell me to stop
Got .223's and Glock 9's and I got AR's
It ain't no flodge, it ain't no cap
I got three straps up this bitch right now
And bust a f*ckin' 40 Glock
Finna up and bust your ass, nigga, slime
I just put 'bout fifty racks on top that last nigga mind
Big Rolls Royce or Maybach every time I'm slidin', nigga, bye
I got nine up in this Glock, but I'ma hit your ass with five
I'm like, "Bitch, don't waste my time," no, everybody shine
I got bitches throwin' up 4KTrey, they bangin' for Big Slime
Green flag hangin' on my waist right on side that fire
Like f*ck that boy, I zip his ass and I go sit my ass in trial
It's problems, I had a whole city screamin', "Murder she wrote"
I don't just want one, I want all 'em, I'ma kill him
That's my main focus, and after that I'ma zip them other niggas
Jumped out my sleep and grabbed my Glock from off my bed
Deja ask me, "Man, what's wrong?" I said, "I'm paranoid, I'm scared"
She said that I was shakin' while I was sleepin', that's probably why I'm jumpin' like that
I had a dream they got the drop, started bustin' and I shot back
Catch me doin' my dance, Diddy boppin', I'ma wipe 'em, ooh
Choppers poppin', bodies droppin', pussy niggas know
Play, I pop your noggin', police can't stop it, I'ma let you know
You can hide all you want, won't be long until you gone
Murder, we spinnin' in circles
And nigga, I won't stop until I get 'em all gone
Bitch, just hit a nigga nine times with that chrome
Everybody got they time, I still scream, "It ain't long"
Just leave me alone, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I been ridin' with that chrome, police and niggas still won't stop me
I'm still havin' dreams, the devil ride me (he ride me)
They all would leave me today, see what's inside me (see what's inside me)
But I won't show off that side (let's go)
I just drove that Porsche inside some New Balance, yeah, yeah
I just took a bean, it gave me ape status, yeah, yeah
I just put an eight on 808, let the speakers boom
Nigga, I don't pick and choose, hoes inside of every room
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes (hair down to her toes)
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls
(I jumped from out that dirt alone)
Let's go, uh
Baby, call me later, I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time, baby)
I been chasin' money right now (right now)
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (I shoot at everybody)
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch an body (they tryna catch a body)
Ay, 4KTrey, Northside 38
Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' try today? Yeah
I'm still on that same shit, who gon' die today? Nigga
Free my brother out that can, yeah
And I'm still doin' the murder man dance, nigga, yeah
Every time I knock one of you bitches off, old ho ass nigga
Real gangsta, know you been hidin'
I'm outchea
How you wan' do it?
I'm a thug, nigga, I came in influenced
And I'm spreadin' it 'til they influence, nigga
But look here, I'ma pop your top
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls (big Slime, ayy)
Let's go, uh
Baby, call me later, I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time)
I been chasin' money right now (right now)
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (at everybody)
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch a body (pow, pow)
Hardbody (hard)
Get a Xan and pop it, I got money in my pocket
I got thirty in this rocket, nigga, uh, make me pop it
Runnin' from these hoes and they caught me
My life on froze, can't be on the road
But you know that real niggas capitalize off anything
I'm tryna take his soul, we catch him, we blow
All that talkin' out his top is why I'm gon' bust his brain
Feelin' on her body, like, ooh, ooh
If I'm in here doin' too much, then baby, you tell me to stop
Got .223's and Glock 9's and I got AR's
It ain't no flodge, it ain't no cap
I got three straps up this bitch right now
And bust a f*ckin' 40 Glock
Finna up and bust your ass, nigga, slime
I just put 'bout fifty racks on top that last nigga mind
Big Rolls Royce or Maybach every time I'm slidin', nigga, bye
I got nine up in this Glock, but I'ma hit your ass with five
I'm like, "Bitch, don't waste my time," no, everybody shine
I got bitches throwin' up 4KTrey, they bangin' for Big Slime
Green flag hangin' on my waist right on side that fire
Like f*ck that boy, I zip his ass and I go sit my ass in trial
It's problems, I had a whole city screamin', "Murder she wrote"
I don't just want one, I want all 'em, I'ma kill him
That's my main focus, and after that I'ma zip them other niggas
Jumped out my sleep and grabbed my Glock from off my bed
Deja ask me, "Man, what's wrong?" I said, "I'm paranoid, I'm scared"
She said that I was shakin' while I was sleepin', that's probably why I'm jumpin' like that
I had a dream they got the drop, started bustin' and I shot back
Catch me doin' my dance, Diddy boppin', I'ma wipe 'em, ooh
Choppers poppin', bodies droppin', pussy niggas know
Play, I pop your noggin', police can't stop it, I'ma let you know
You can hide all you want, won't be long until you gone
Murder, we spinnin' in circles
And nigga, I won't stop until I get 'em all gone
Bitch, just hit a nigga nine times with that chrome
Everybody got they time, I still scream, "It ain't long"
Just leave me alone, I don't wanna hurt nobody
I been ridin' with that chrome, police and niggas still won't stop me
I'm still havin' dreams, the devil ride me (he ride me)
They all would leave me today, see what's inside me (see what's inside me)
But I won't show off that side (let's go)
I just drove that Porsche inside some New Balance, yeah, yeah
I just took a bean, it gave me ape status, yeah, yeah
I just put an eight on 808, let the speakers boom
Nigga, I don't pick and choose, hoes inside of every room
Police pulled me over, I was swervin', smokin' dope
Knew I was finna go, I was clutchin' on a dirty pole
And shawty be on fleek, hair down to her toes (hair down to her toes)
All them bitches froze when I jumped from out from that Rolls
(I jumped from out that dirt alone)
Let's go, uh
Baby, call me later, I ain't got no time (I ain't got no time, baby)
I been chasin' money right now (right now)
Pull up, let that Draco bust at everybody (I shoot at everybody)
My youngins suicidal, tryna catch an body (they tryna catch a body)
Ay, 4KTrey, Northside 38
Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face
Bitch ass nigga, who gon' try today? Yeah
I'm still on that same shit, who gon' die today? Nigga
Free my brother out that can, yeah
And I'm still doin' the murder man dance, nigga, yeah
Every time I knock one of you bitches off, old ho ass nigga
Real gangsta, know you been hidin'
I'm outchea
Writer: India Williams, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Gun Smoke
Dubba-AA flex
Mm, Statik On The Track (David Tell Em)
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Crack the seal on that dope and pour a four up
You got the opp, I got the Backwood, get you rolled up
And life cold, my nigga died, think that it's colder
Swerve on a nigga ass, aim with the strap, watch how he fold up
Bitch, you ain't gon' fold nothin', one thing you know is up with me
I got nothin' but killers on the line and they all stuck with me
F*ck the money, bro, them clutch that iron and they gon' bust for me
Run up, that's when all you niggas dyin', you think 'bout touching me
These niggas shootin' shit luckily
Bitch, this ain't no luck, nigga, we get close, bust the fire
No shooting from a distance, we gon' zip 'em, you just pull on side
This cutter hit 'em, flip 'em, Draco split 'em and they don't walk outside
Talk like you official, we gon' blitz him, buried while alive
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Hundred shots, a hundred fools, 4KTrey break all the rules
Die today if we see you, stretch 'em and watch how I move
Bitches tryna Youngboy walk, niggas tryna baller-block
Come see what I got in this car, before I shoot, I shorten the stock
Big thirty-eight, I beat a opp, big four-five and it's made by Glock
Hop out the car and escape from the cops
Spray it with the K and we tearing up the block
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Mm, Statik On The Track (David Tell Em)
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Crack the seal on that dope and pour a four up
You got the opp, I got the Backwood, get you rolled up
And life cold, my nigga died, think that it's colder
Swerve on a nigga ass, aim with the strap, watch how he fold up
Bitch, you ain't gon' fold nothin', one thing you know is up with me
I got nothin' but killers on the line and they all stuck with me
F*ck the money, bro, them clutch that iron and they gon' bust for me
Run up, that's when all you niggas dyin', you think 'bout touching me
These niggas shootin' shit luckily
Bitch, this ain't no luck, nigga, we get close, bust the fire
No shooting from a distance, we gon' zip 'em, you just pull on side
This cutter hit 'em, flip 'em, Draco split 'em and they don't walk outside
Talk like you official, we gon' blitz him, buried while alive
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
Hundred shots, a hundred fools, 4KTrey break all the rules
Die today if we see you, stretch 'em and watch how I move
Bitches tryna Youngboy walk, niggas tryna baller-block
Come see what I got in this car, before I shoot, I shorten the stock
Big thirty-eight, I beat a opp, big four-five and it's made by Glock
Hop out the car and escape from the cops
Spray it with the K and we tearing up the block
Pull up in that Rolls, I look like Batman
I'm cold right now, man, where the heater? Nigga, f*ck the fan
I think I'm James Brown or Elvis how these diamonds dance
These niggas roll down, we spinnin', finna bust his ass
Big gat, I got all this money in my pants, talkin' big stacks
Had to tell that bitch to watch her hands, push yo' shit back
I be walking with that thirty in my pants, you can't miss that
I know you see the way these diamonds dance
Man, look, he said he gon' step on who? I'm gon' put him on the news
I just hit an opp with the stick like I'm playing pool
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Bad Bad
(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Ak) (yessir)
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yessir)
Shawty don't love me, you know I'ma treat her bad (bad, bad)
I'm real right, hold yo' six tight
Get yo' clique knocked with this cash
These niggas with me 4KTrey, they bust yo' ass, bust yo'
Nigga, what it's hittin' like? It's a stick fight
We gon' bust until you smash
They want attention, then YoungBoy get you clapped at
Rollin' off them pills, it's gon' go down, push yo' hat back
My niggas know they let off, they better clap back
Up in Cali with two gats, I need three more, see where the straps at
I need a pint, I wan' go under
I be leanin' 'til the morning
Face his dome, won't catch him slippin', creep up on 'em
I got all this money, don't mean nothin'
It ain't a question, I'ma dump it
So think twice before you dream of takin' somethin'
He hit the kill switch when he turnt up on them meds
He lose his mind and he put five on top yo' head
On them Xans, we catch him walkin' like he dead
He don't give a f*ck if it's his bloody, zip him, yeah
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yessir)
Flexin' bad, hunnid grand cash in my pants
Make me bust yo' ass
All I do is hand it to my mans
Blow that glizzy, bitch nigga
Totin' the green flag, tryna-be-down ass nigga
Wanna be YoungBoy, ol' clown ass nigga
4KTrey official
Shawty wanna top me, slime me down, yeah, nigga
Just like his brothers, I'ma leave that nigga dead (dead, dead)
Terminate you bitches, hit yo' block and leave it red
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yessir)
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir)
(Ak) (yessir)
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yessir)
Shawty don't love me, you know I'ma treat her bad (bad, bad)
I'm real right, hold yo' six tight
Get yo' clique knocked with this cash
These niggas with me 4KTrey, they bust yo' ass, bust yo'
Nigga, what it's hittin' like? It's a stick fight
We gon' bust until you smash
They want attention, then YoungBoy get you clapped at
Rollin' off them pills, it's gon' go down, push yo' hat back
My niggas know they let off, they better clap back
Up in Cali with two gats, I need three more, see where the straps at
I need a pint, I wan' go under
I be leanin' 'til the morning
Face his dome, won't catch him slippin', creep up on 'em
I got all this money, don't mean nothin'
It ain't a question, I'ma dump it
So think twice before you dream of takin' somethin'
He hit the kill switch when he turnt up on them meds
He lose his mind and he put five on top yo' head
On them Xans, we catch him walkin' like he dead
He don't give a f*ck if it's his bloody, zip him, yeah
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yessir)
Flexin' bad, hunnid grand cash in my pants
Make me bust yo' ass
All I do is hand it to my mans
Blow that glizzy, bitch nigga
Totin' the green flag, tryna-be-down ass nigga
Wanna be YoungBoy, ol' clown ass nigga
4KTrey official
Shawty wanna top me, slime me down, yeah, nigga
Just like his brothers, I'ma leave that nigga dead (dead, dead)
Terminate you bitches, hit yo' block and leave it red
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yessir)
Youngboy came back like they left him for dead
Coolin', rollin', I told shawty, "Give me head"
(Yeah, YoungBoy is just rollin', yes, sir)
Writer: Allen Kelly, Gregory Sanders, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
No Understand
(This Vade on the keys)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw) (Lilkdubb)
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Feel the breeze, nowhere to sleep or to run and hide
Unthoughtful game, they don't see the pain when lookin' in your eyes
I'm a bloody man, I don't feel shame for all them niggas dyin'
Holdin' on to my name with nothin' to claim, when through the night, I'm cryin'
These bitches lyin', let's face the fact
Them bullets flyin', let's talk 'bout that
Couldn't grab my strap, BaBa shot back
I feel the pain of the innocent
When I did my time, I ain't feel nothin'
It was for that man who was heaven-sent
For that child who was great, she wasn't supposed to deal with this shit
I'm with the shit, point that Draco at your head (bitch, what up?)
But it don't mean nothin' when them white folks talkin' 'bout bread
Lost in your thoughts, without your fam, nowhere to stay
Grew in that North, learned that's one place where not to play at
Cop cars come and take your child away
Puttin' guns to the face, so ain't nobody safe
Scream 4KTrey, I wonder if I'm who the change is
Can't find forgiveness since the day heaven gates where my mans went
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
I wonder why wanna see me cry
You f*ckin' with the other side, probably wanna see me die
We ain't stop until we get 'em, thug, we bustin' at the ride
F*ck all four these people bring me down, my head stay to the sky
I'm a slime
What's the order? I ain't do nothin' wrong, this what I'm taught
They been f*ckin' up the culture, tryna tell a nigga it's law (it's not)
My lil' nigga, he a vulture, he don't know his mom or pa (nah)
He don't even know what's important, he just gon' knock your head off
But I'm wrong for bein' safe in this home of the land
And I stand for 3 and K, not once, not never, we ran
I been bringin' food to the plate for either the fam or my fans
Real niggas gon' know you hurtin', you ain't gotta hold out your hand
Hold your head, we are never far
As long as we stand, they'll never call
Or ask a nigga how they been or how they feelin' through the day
They'll be havin' greed or envy 'bout the money you done made
But I want all you bitches to
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw) (Lilkdubb)
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Feel the breeze, nowhere to sleep or to run and hide
Unthoughtful game, they don't see the pain when lookin' in your eyes
I'm a bloody man, I don't feel shame for all them niggas dyin'
Holdin' on to my name with nothin' to claim, when through the night, I'm cryin'
These bitches lyin', let's face the fact
Them bullets flyin', let's talk 'bout that
Couldn't grab my strap, BaBa shot back
I feel the pain of the innocent
When I did my time, I ain't feel nothin'
It was for that man who was heaven-sent
For that child who was great, she wasn't supposed to deal with this shit
I'm with the shit, point that Draco at your head (bitch, what up?)
But it don't mean nothin' when them white folks talkin' 'bout bread
Lost in your thoughts, without your fam, nowhere to stay
Grew in that North, learned that's one place where not to play at
Cop cars come and take your child away
Puttin' guns to the face, so ain't nobody safe
Scream 4KTrey, I wonder if I'm who the change is
Can't find forgiveness since the day heaven gates where my mans went
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
I wonder why wanna see me cry
You f*ckin' with the other side, probably wanna see me die
We ain't stop until we get 'em, thug, we bustin' at the ride
F*ck all four these people bring me down, my head stay to the sky
I'm a slime
What's the order? I ain't do nothin' wrong, this what I'm taught
They been f*ckin' up the culture, tryna tell a nigga it's law (it's not)
My lil' nigga, he a vulture, he don't know his mom or pa (nah)
He don't even know what's important, he just gon' knock your head off
But I'm wrong for bein' safe in this home of the land
And I stand for 3 and K, not once, not never, we ran
I been bringin' food to the plate for either the fam or my fans
Real niggas gon' know you hurtin', you ain't gotta hold out your hand
Hold your head, we are never far
As long as we stand, they'll never call
Or ask a nigga how they been or how they feelin' through the day
They'll be havin' greed or envy 'bout the money you done made
But I want all you bitches to
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love
Ain't no wrong or rights, I can't tell you how it was
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug
Don't nobody understand when your hand out
Writer: David Boonpetch, Kentrell Gaulden, Kyre Trask
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Still Flexin, Still Steppin is the thirteenth solo mixtape by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. It was released on February 21, 2020, by Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records. It features a lone collaboration with the rapper Quando Rondo on the track "Suited Panamera". YoungBoy Never Broke Again also released a music video for the song "Lil Top".
The mixtape debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 with 91,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, becoming YoungBoy Never Broke Again's second-highest charting album after his 2019 number-one album AI YoungBoy 2. The mixtape was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in October 2020.
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YoungBoy Never Broke AgainThe mixtape debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 with 91,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, becoming YoungBoy Never Broke Again's second-highest charting album after his 2019 number-one album AI YoungBoy 2. The mixtape was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in October 2020.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Length: 37:55
Released: February 21st, 2020
Year: 2020