(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
My mama put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in the north, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
Size me up (size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (so we risin' up)
Uptown fly nigga (uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (diamonds up)
And we piped it up (and we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (we high as f*ck)
Big paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we'll light it up (we light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (we f*ck it up)
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (on the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (wheels, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (my doors, lil' nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (for that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (been a fish)
A shark in that field (shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (uptown)
Where it's kill or be killed (kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (known to kill)
Just a big money spender (big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (the hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (real deal)
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with buku felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck while I'm on west town
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG, nine hunnid, who that be there slimin'?
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Crystal for my OG, that's kindness
Stimulize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know Mouse Man, Beezy
B.R. and N.O.
From the Bayou
Young Boy Never Broke Again - From The Bayou Album Lyrics
Young Boy Never Broke Again - From The Bayou Lyrics
(Featuring Birdman)
Writer: Brian Williams, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
We Ride
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
[Birdman]
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (We high as f*ck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we''ll light it up (Light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (We f*ck it up)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
[Birdman]
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (On the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (Wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (My doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (For that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (Been a fish), a shark in that field (Shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (Uptown), where it's kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (Known to kill), just a big money spender (Big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (Marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (The hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (Real deal)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with beaucoup felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on Westheimer
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Christopher, my OG, that's common
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
[Birdman]
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
[Birdman]
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (We high as f*ck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we''ll light it up (Light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (We f*ck it up)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
[Birdman]
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (On the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (Wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (My doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (For that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (Been a fish), a shark in that field (Shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (Uptown), where it's kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (Known to kill), just a big money spender (Big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (Marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (The hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (Real deal)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with beaucoup felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on Westheimer
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Christopher, my OG, that's common
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
[Birdman]
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Choppa Boy
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
Straight off this
(D-Mac on the f*ckin' track)
Roberto Cavalli floors
Ten thousand dollar robes
Top, you already know, son
You know how we livin'
B's up, we do this shit for the-, you understand me?
Big money shit, blatt
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just wanna thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong
We duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at fake niggas
We livin' this drug life, the money we make, nigga
Thuggin' it everyday, we shootin' in hallways
No playin' the fam, nigga
We standin' on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a f*ck 'bout what they say
And I miss my mama, and I miss my daddy
I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Caddy
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just wanna thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all night hustlin'
I done did time down, all alone
Seein' you wasn't around when I made it home
Ridin' in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
And all I done seen it got my heart, so
Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain't been blowin' up my daddy I been livin' on my own (yeah)
I hopped out once I set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
That's Big E bussin', tryna stop 'em
Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nan dollar
I'ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just wanna thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Simple, put it on you
Put my life on it, my mama on it
Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Ain't no slippin' in this pimpin'
Real rich nigga shit, big money
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang
Straight off this
(D-Mac on the f*ckin' track)
Roberto Cavalli floors
Ten thousand dollar robes
Top, you already know, son
You know how we livin'
B's up, we do this shit for the-, you understand me?
Big money shit, blatt
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just wanna thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong
We duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at fake niggas
We livin' this drug life, the money we make, nigga
Thuggin' it everyday, we shootin' in hallways
No playin' the fam, nigga
We standin' on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a f*ck 'bout what they say
And I miss my mama, and I miss my daddy
I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Caddy
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just wanna thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all night hustlin'
I done did time down, all alone
Seein' you wasn't around when I made it home
Ridin' in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin
And all I done seen it got my heart, so
Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on
Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain't been blowin' up my daddy I been livin' on my own (yeah)
I hopped out once I set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
That's Big E bussin', tryna stop 'em
Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nan dollar
I'ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just wanna thank God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away
Wish you was here to see how everything changed
Simple, put it on you
Put my life on it, my mama on it
Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Ain't no slippin' in this pimpin'
Real rich nigga shit, big money
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang
Writer: Brian Williams, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Open Arms
You hear me, I say, I say (stay off this shit, dawg)
This is real, I got a real meanin' to these tat's on my sleeve
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (die)
I got a plan for all these niggas
Thinkin' they can play with us
Wastin' time, feel like I can't gain enough
Countin' this money up, gave me paper cuts
How they feel that they even brave than us
When neither one ain't 'bout facin' nothin'?
When my whole career I done put shit under?
Broke bread when niggas ain't give me nothin
Left dead bodies all on the corner
Ambulance, oh, you picked 'em up
Brought 'em to them people, they stitched 'em up
Detectives wanna know who ripped 'em up
Young nigga got gang ties
Name some other young niggas that's rich as us
All them niggas, they old as f*ck
We the ones control shit, they don't want nothin'
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (might get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die)
The neighbor gon' tell if you squeeze that pistol
I done seen it my nigga
What you gon' do, diffuse the bomb?
Check out the scenery, lil' hitta
You can see my eyes, you can see my mouth
This ain't no beanin' my nigga
Soon as he swing, he close his mouth
Up the beam, first thing that hit 'em
The law can shut the block down
But how I feel, f*ck it
We gon' drop or chase that money
Do what it take, gon' keep it comin'
A nigga play we know to slump 'em
Reinforcement, convoy, talkin' numbers
Been a mastermind since I was little
Since a child and since Ben been my nigga
Catch three, I 'pose to zip my hitta
I can't, he ain't blood, but sometimes shit, water thicker
I done seen niggas wet the car wit' children up in it
Real heartless niggas (real heartless niggas)
Came from the block, to this day juvenile totin' .40 pistols
Totin' on a hundred rounds
Manufacture towing our essentials
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (might get robbed if you come here)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die at any moment)
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind (open arms)
Might get robbed if you come here (ooh)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die)
Yeah, Rich Gang
I tell my lil' nigga it what it is and what it is
How it's gon' go, it's just simple
We gon' do it better than them older niggas did it before us, ya heard me?
Big money shit, pimpin'
This is real, I got a real meanin' to these tat's on my sleeve
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (die)
I got a plan for all these niggas
Thinkin' they can play with us
Wastin' time, feel like I can't gain enough
Countin' this money up, gave me paper cuts
How they feel that they even brave than us
When neither one ain't 'bout facin' nothin'?
When my whole career I done put shit under?
Broke bread when niggas ain't give me nothin
Left dead bodies all on the corner
Ambulance, oh, you picked 'em up
Brought 'em to them people, they stitched 'em up
Detectives wanna know who ripped 'em up
Young nigga got gang ties
Name some other young niggas that's rich as us
All them niggas, they old as f*ck
We the ones control shit, they don't want nothin'
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (might get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die)
The neighbor gon' tell if you squeeze that pistol
I done seen it my nigga
What you gon' do, diffuse the bomb?
Check out the scenery, lil' hitta
You can see my eyes, you can see my mouth
This ain't no beanin' my nigga
Soon as he swing, he close his mouth
Up the beam, first thing that hit 'em
The law can shut the block down
But how I feel, f*ck it
We gon' drop or chase that money
Do what it take, gon' keep it comin'
A nigga play we know to slump 'em
Reinforcement, convoy, talkin' numbers
Been a mastermind since I was little
Since a child and since Ben been my nigga
Catch three, I 'pose to zip my hitta
I can't, he ain't blood, but sometimes shit, water thicker
I done seen niggas wet the car wit' children up in it
Real heartless niggas (real heartless niggas)
Came from the block, to this day juvenile totin' .40 pistols
Totin' on a hundred rounds
Manufacture towing our essentials
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (might get robbed if you come here)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die at any moment)
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind (open arms)
Might get robbed if you come here (ooh)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (you can die)
Yeah, Rich Gang
I tell my lil' nigga it what it is and what it is
How it's gon' go, it's just simple
We gon' do it better than them older niggas did it before us, ya heard me?
Big money shit, pimpin'
Writer: Brian Williams, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Alligator Walk
Cuttin' up, cuttin up'
(You passed the limit)
Cuttin' up, cuttin up' (this Lil Top)
Bitch, I'm cuttin' up like, yeah
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up
(Baow, baow)
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up (tryna take off his face, huh)
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone
I stopped the whip, popped in the street
Right inside my pants where I tote the heat
Dead bodies left right where I be
Green flag, nigga know it ain't no peace (no)
Meechy still sellin' dope from Belmont, way back in Missouri Street
Top tryna split a nigga from P Street, way back to South 13
Bitch, my money up and I'm bootin' up in a Lexus like its '99 ('99)
Bitch, I'm chewed up and I'm tooled up and I'm flexin' (huh? Huh? Huh?)
You is not my kind (not my kind)
Rich just got that Maybach truck
Jump in that bitch light up time
Like my empire I been holdin' up
But now they need to free them slimes
There ones who going to spit my rhyme
Owe ones who down deserve my time
Get loaded while I think 'bout youngin'
Need to win one million a million times
50, AR hold sixty, got it wit' me in the city slidin'
PTR on press the grip and hit it takin' off your mind
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone
This that f*ck a hater talk, bitch
Really from the bayou
This that alligator walk, bitch
Real assassination shit
He gon' put a wig on while he slang that stick
Real food distributor, still drive navigators around this bitch
Bang this Rollie, I got blessed wit' way from '96
He'll drop, I'm gon' drop one
Talkin' 'bout Lil Top, you know AI, I keep a hot gun
Loaded, I been rollin', plus I'm mugged up 'cause it's not fun
Been in this bitch and doin' my shit since they was sayin' he too young
This bitch act like he wanna do somethin'
Youngest flexin', whoop 'em, zip 'em, drag 'em out
Stolo whippin', pistol grippin', tryna bag 'em down
He left two stretched out without no witness 'round, yeah, yeah
Still had a army in that north when I ain't have millions 'round
Nigga, yeah, yeah (bitch)
What you finna go cop that Maybach truck?
Nah, I been, I'm sitting around playin' it off and shit
Ay, what you looking crazy for, man?
Ay, you know I'm on drank right now, son
Oh, I ain't need that though and I got yo' shit to floor it
And I got yo' shit to flex, this for the hoes, yeah
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone
(You passed the limit)
Cuttin' up, cuttin up' (this Lil Top)
Bitch, I'm cuttin' up like, yeah
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up
(Baow, baow)
Cuttin' up, cuttin' up (tryna take off his face, huh)
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone
I stopped the whip, popped in the street
Right inside my pants where I tote the heat
Dead bodies left right where I be
Green flag, nigga know it ain't no peace (no)
Meechy still sellin' dope from Belmont, way back in Missouri Street
Top tryna split a nigga from P Street, way back to South 13
Bitch, my money up and I'm bootin' up in a Lexus like its '99 ('99)
Bitch, I'm chewed up and I'm tooled up and I'm flexin' (huh? Huh? Huh?)
You is not my kind (not my kind)
Rich just got that Maybach truck
Jump in that bitch light up time
Like my empire I been holdin' up
But now they need to free them slimes
There ones who going to spit my rhyme
Owe ones who down deserve my time
Get loaded while I think 'bout youngin'
Need to win one million a million times
50, AR hold sixty, got it wit' me in the city slidin'
PTR on press the grip and hit it takin' off your mind
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone
This that f*ck a hater talk, bitch
Really from the bayou
This that alligator walk, bitch
Real assassination shit
He gon' put a wig on while he slang that stick
Real food distributor, still drive navigators around this bitch
Bang this Rollie, I got blessed wit' way from '96
He'll drop, I'm gon' drop one
Talkin' 'bout Lil Top, you know AI, I keep a hot gun
Loaded, I been rollin', plus I'm mugged up 'cause it's not fun
Been in this bitch and doin' my shit since they was sayin' he too young
This bitch act like he wanna do somethin'
Youngest flexin', whoop 'em, zip 'em, drag 'em out
Stolo whippin', pistol grippin', tryna bag 'em down
He left two stretched out without no witness 'round, yeah, yeah
Still had a army in that north when I ain't have millions 'round
Nigga, yeah, yeah (bitch)
What you finna go cop that Maybach truck?
Nah, I been, I'm sitting around playin' it off and shit
Ay, what you looking crazy for, man?
Ay, you know I'm on drank right now, son
Oh, I ain't need that though and I got yo' shit to floor it
And I got yo' shit to flex, this for the hoes, yeah
I'ma get 'em stepped on (huh)
Hold them dead bodies for my nigga
They been stepped on (stepped on)
Do 'em dirty, do 'em bad
I'm gon' get you repped on
Got a shirt tied 'round his head just for a mask
And got the window down
Keep yo' heat, be cool, I'ma get all of 'em gone
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © THE MEZZO AGENCY, LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
The Bigger End
(Twelve O Nine)
(What it do, 30?)
Somethin' gotta give, this shit here gotta end
Say I done been through so much shit
I done lost hella friends
Hatin' on me that been the biggest trend
Deposit that I worked so hard for
That's the bigger end
I think some things, it just won't never end
Wish it never started
I'm happy that we not together
Back then wish we never parted
And go our separate ways, it can't be saved
Visit grandma grave
I get discouraged and then I talk to Dave
Feelings still can't be tamed
Emotions can't be controlled
I'm out here fightin' for my soul
They want me to be that who I am not
Everything they want it gone
Thinkin' isn't there a different world underground?
It's better I'll leave it now
I can take my lick, I ain't take that lick
When them bodies drop don't make a sound
F*ck that bitch, I don't need that ho
She can hit the road, I kick her out
She gon' have another nigga before the next month come around
I done came up, I done struggled, nigga
I done suffered in that town
Stood ground and when they played I left out bodies to be found
I didn't entertain even when they labelled me the clown
I ain't play games even when you thought I wasn't gon' hold it down
And I did, even when they talked about me
Carried on stage, who I'm is
And when them niggas thought that they was finally safe I split they wig
Don't give a f*ck what you gotta say 'bout me
Just leave out my kids
I finessed the game without no cheat code, it ain't rigged
Young nigga pray to God, he get mad and then he sin
And then he pray again like, forgive what I just did
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Plannin' to on sight him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now
Stop that, under my arm I keep the Glock at
Tell that nigga try that
He don't come correct he gon' get popped at
Better be about that, just me and Ten controllin' my set
One of 'em try to take that
Right in that north he get knocked off at
Take a loss then bounce back
I praise to 3 'cause he who talk that
I'm gon' walk that walk, yeah
Just like Montana, do no talkin'
Herm be the black sheep
He out all night, he do the stalkin'
Niggas say they want beef
We make they family buy they coffin
I'm a mastermind just like my oldest uncle Gerald
Most of us don't receive joy, this a dirty world
Roll a nigga ass up in a sack and smoke 'em like my auntie Joyce 'nem
Grandpa your hard work that you showed me will help me prevail
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Plannin' to on sight him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now
To my niggas that I miss you, ooh, ooh
While I'm running through the streets, can you protect the slime?
And once it all falls down I should come out fine
(What it do, 30?)
Somethin' gotta give, this shit here gotta end
Say I done been through so much shit
I done lost hella friends
Hatin' on me that been the biggest trend
Deposit that I worked so hard for
That's the bigger end
I think some things, it just won't never end
Wish it never started
I'm happy that we not together
Back then wish we never parted
And go our separate ways, it can't be saved
Visit grandma grave
I get discouraged and then I talk to Dave
Feelings still can't be tamed
Emotions can't be controlled
I'm out here fightin' for my soul
They want me to be that who I am not
Everything they want it gone
Thinkin' isn't there a different world underground?
It's better I'll leave it now
I can take my lick, I ain't take that lick
When them bodies drop don't make a sound
F*ck that bitch, I don't need that ho
She can hit the road, I kick her out
She gon' have another nigga before the next month come around
I done came up, I done struggled, nigga
I done suffered in that town
Stood ground and when they played I left out bodies to be found
I didn't entertain even when they labelled me the clown
I ain't play games even when you thought I wasn't gon' hold it down
And I did, even when they talked about me
Carried on stage, who I'm is
And when them niggas thought that they was finally safe I split they wig
Don't give a f*ck what you gotta say 'bout me
Just leave out my kids
I finessed the game without no cheat code, it ain't rigged
Young nigga pray to God, he get mad and then he sin
And then he pray again like, forgive what I just did
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Plannin' to on sight him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now
Stop that, under my arm I keep the Glock at
Tell that nigga try that
He don't come correct he gon' get popped at
Better be about that, just me and Ten controllin' my set
One of 'em try to take that
Right in that north he get knocked off at
Take a loss then bounce back
I praise to 3 'cause he who talk that
I'm gon' walk that walk, yeah
Just like Montana, do no talkin'
Herm be the black sheep
He out all night, he do the stalkin'
Niggas say they want beef
We make they family buy they coffin
I'm a mastermind just like my oldest uncle Gerald
Most of us don't receive joy, this a dirty world
Roll a nigga ass up in a sack and smoke 'em like my auntie Joyce 'nem
Grandpa your hard work that you showed me will help me prevail
Oh, oh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Plannin' to on sight him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
'Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now
To my niggas that I miss you, ooh, ooh
While I'm running through the streets, can you protect the slime?
And once it all falls down I should come out fine
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Young Stunna
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
[Birdman]
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (We high as f*ck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we''ll light it up (Light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (We f*ck it up)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
[Birdman]
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (On the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (Wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (My doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (For that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (Been a fish), a shark in that field (Shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (Uptown), where it's kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (Known to kill), just a big money spender (Big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (Marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (The hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (Real deal)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with beaucoup felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on Westheimer
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Christopher, my OG, that's common
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
[Birdman]
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
[Birdman]
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (We high as f*ck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we''ll light it up (Light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (We f*ck it up)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
[Birdman]
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (On the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (Wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (My doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (For that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (Been a fish), a shark in that field (Shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (Uptown), where it's kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (Known to kill), just a big money spender (Big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (Marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (The hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (Real deal)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with beaucoup felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on Westheimer
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Christopher, my OG, that's common
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
[Birdman]
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Safe Than Sorry
Gotta be hella cautious
Better to be safe than sorry
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in
Used to be ready to die, but now I wanna live, my nigga (woah)
Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone
Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky
No need to be scared, knowin' we gotta all go
No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow
Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
I'm gon' be ready, ready for the move on
We did not end strong, I just say it's all my fault
Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady
Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes
I'ma make it right, I'm headed home, you just be ready
Gotta be hella cautious (you better be ready)
Better to be safe than sorry (you better be ready)
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless (you better be ready)
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in (you better be ready)
No need to be scared, knowin' we gotta all go
No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow
Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
I'm gon' be ready, ready for the move on
We did not end strong, I just say it's all my fault
Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady
Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes
I'ma make it right, I'm headed home, you just be ready
Gotta be hella cautious (you better be ready)
Better to be safe than sorry (you better be ready)
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless (you better be ready)
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in (you better be ready)
Used to be ready to die but now I wanna live, my nigga (woah, you better be ready)
Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone (you better be ready)
Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky (you better be ready)
Better to be safe than sorry
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in
Used to be ready to die, but now I wanna live, my nigga (woah)
Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone
Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky
No need to be scared, knowin' we gotta all go
No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow
Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
I'm gon' be ready, ready for the move on
We did not end strong, I just say it's all my fault
Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady
Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes
I'ma make it right, I'm headed home, you just be ready
Gotta be hella cautious (you better be ready)
Better to be safe than sorry (you better be ready)
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless (you better be ready)
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in (you better be ready)
No need to be scared, knowin' we gotta all go
No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow
Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though
I'm gon' be ready, ready for the move on
We did not end strong, I just say it's all my fault
Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady
Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes
I'ma make it right, I'm headed home, you just be ready
Gotta be hella cautious (you better be ready)
Better to be safe than sorry (you better be ready)
Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless (you better be ready)
Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in (you better be ready)
Used to be ready to die but now I wanna live, my nigga (woah, you better be ready)
Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone (you better be ready)
Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky (you better be ready)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Heart and Soul
(Went to jail, came home) Jason
Man say, I-I feel good, nigga
And it's you know, my first time bein' on the mic, nigga
(Went to jail came home)
Who am I? Like, who was I?
You know, I guess words don't even matter
You know we movin' forward
Went to jail came home, time passed went back again
All the pain I felt inside myself, thought it would never end
I just thought I would blame myself, can't even blame my friends
I was critizin' myself like, "you ain't never gon' win"
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like DeSean, thuggin' you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just felt except that you not good for anyone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
They say that he ain't gon' be here long
I see myself on top the mountain
I'm smoking strong, I'm keeping strong
No more ridin' with that window down
Hangin' out tryna lay them down
My soul, I still ain't think I found
When I tell bro on the phone
I ain't even been worried 'bout no jewelry now
So my girl don't want her a bust down
I ain't even been worried 'bout the jury now
I been wanna do right since I touched down
I been watchin' the way I influence now
I ain't post not a picture, I moved on
I'm responsible to all these children now
Even though they label me tough 'lone
Back into my normal home
Back inside my closet puttin' that Vlone on
Daughter born, I had to listen while sittin' on the phone
First time got her in my arms like, "I can't leave you alone"
With all these thoughts on top my dome
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like DeSean, thuggin' you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just felt except that you not good for anyone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
I ain't beefin' wit' all these niggas, don't even mention me
They gon' kill me if they can
No need for dissin', come get rid of me
I'm grown now, I'm a man
So tell them ain't no time for sympathy
I been holdin' all these bands
I don't give a f*ck bout who not feelin' me
Or into me, intimate, not no consistency
She ain't into me, yeah
Havin' you, you don't know what it meant to me
It ain't get to me, nah, every time that you said you ain't shit to me
Even though you meant the world to me
Goin' straight even though you curvin' me
I ain't worried 'bout all that courtesy
Heart on top my shoulder now
I'ma sleep on top Burberry sheets
Can't take no pill but I'm rollin' now
Can't drink no lean but I'm focused now
Can't smoke no dope but I'm loaded now
Can't tote no gun but I'm strapped right now
Lil top on top of the map right now
Been dead but nigga I'm back right now
Keepin' this shit on track right now
I don't take no Adderall
Pure washing make my feelings dissolve
Phone ring, I decline that call
Where its trouble, I get back with y'all
My hair hang on top my eyes, it fall
Through the rain, I'm seeing through all this fog
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like DeSean, thuggin' you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just felt except that you not good for anyone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
Man say, I-I feel good, nigga
And it's you know, my first time bein' on the mic, nigga
(Went to jail came home)
Who am I? Like, who was I?
You know, I guess words don't even matter
You know we movin' forward
Went to jail came home, time passed went back again
All the pain I felt inside myself, thought it would never end
I just thought I would blame myself, can't even blame my friends
I was critizin' myself like, "you ain't never gon' win"
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like DeSean, thuggin' you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just felt except that you not good for anyone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
They say that he ain't gon' be here long
I see myself on top the mountain
I'm smoking strong, I'm keeping strong
No more ridin' with that window down
Hangin' out tryna lay them down
My soul, I still ain't think I found
When I tell bro on the phone
I ain't even been worried 'bout no jewelry now
So my girl don't want her a bust down
I ain't even been worried 'bout the jury now
I been wanna do right since I touched down
I been watchin' the way I influence now
I ain't post not a picture, I moved on
I'm responsible to all these children now
Even though they label me tough 'lone
Back into my normal home
Back inside my closet puttin' that Vlone on
Daughter born, I had to listen while sittin' on the phone
First time got her in my arms like, "I can't leave you alone"
With all these thoughts on top my dome
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like DeSean, thuggin' you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just felt except that you not good for anyone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
I ain't beefin' wit' all these niggas, don't even mention me
They gon' kill me if they can
No need for dissin', come get rid of me
I'm grown now, I'm a man
So tell them ain't no time for sympathy
I been holdin' all these bands
I don't give a f*ck bout who not feelin' me
Or into me, intimate, not no consistency
She ain't into me, yeah
Havin' you, you don't know what it meant to me
It ain't get to me, nah, every time that you said you ain't shit to me
Even though you meant the world to me
Goin' straight even though you curvin' me
I ain't worried 'bout all that courtesy
Heart on top my shoulder now
I'ma sleep on top Burberry sheets
Can't take no pill but I'm rollin' now
Can't drink no lean but I'm focused now
Can't smoke no dope but I'm loaded now
Can't tote no gun but I'm strapped right now
Lil top on top of the map right now
Been dead but nigga I'm back right now
Keepin' this shit on track right now
I don't take no Adderall
Pure washing make my feelings dissolve
Phone ring, I decline that call
Where its trouble, I get back with y'all
My hair hang on top my eyes, it fall
Through the rain, I'm seeing through all this fog
Kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
I'm like, "Kentrell, you got to stand up, it's your time, I see it"
I'm like DeSean, thuggin' you just hustlin' backwards
Nigga, you done won
I just felt except that you not good for anyone
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
I can feel it in my soul
Writer: Benjamin Falik, Jason Goldberg, Josh David Goldenberg, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BILL MODE RICO
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BILL MODE RICO
How Ya Kno
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know? (Smoke)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, talk to me Top
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, baby, where you go?
(Skrrt-skrrt, vroom-vroom, skrrt-skrrt)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know?
She say, "'Cause I think about you every time me and my dude f*ck"
I say, "I f*ck with you, don't mention love"
'Cause, baby, you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
She like, "Slimeto I need some shoes, can you send me some?"
Hell nah, baby girl that's rude, please do not be disrespectful
She like, "Youngboy I got a question, can you tell me somethin'?"
She like, "If I do anything you want, can I be your main one?"
Hell nah, that's aggravatin', catch me when I'm perculatin'
Let her know I had that placement
Wanna be me, that's impersonatin'
All these nigga be perpertratin'
Check my watch that's Rollie skatin'
All these niggas just act like Satan
'Til a real demon baby catch 'em and face 'em
Catch me in that turbo, I be swervin'
All these goddamn drugs, babygirl'll think I'm workin'
F*ck or not gon' let me f*ck? Just say it it 'cause I ain't flirtin'
I got five grand for you after don't ask me nothin'
Say I'm stingy, f*ck it
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know?
She say, "'Cause I think about you every time me and my dude f*ck"
I say, "I f*ck with you, don't mention love"
'Cause, baby, you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
I say you igging me, your aggy
Bored as f*ck so catch me in the room upside down on the mattress
I keep losin' on 2K so I just switch it and play Madden
Or play Call of Duty, this my call of duty
Check out how I do it
I stand on slime allegiance, that money times two it
I'm like Johnny Cage, you see my clan ain't phased
Hold up, but let's play a game (okay, what it's called?)
It's called blow your brain, whip that blicky out
She say, "F*ck no, boy, you insane"
I can't leave the house but still I got my diamond chains on
I got diamonds rings on with a AP on my arm
Wet that boy then clean it up, nigga, I'll get your stain gone
If you love me let me f*ck, then sit down and learn this song
She say that she in love, in love ,baby how you know?
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, talk to me Top
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, baby, where you go?
She say, "I'm goin' home 'cause you rude as f*ck"
Nigga, f*ck (I don't give no f*ck, bitch)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know?
She say, "'Cause I think about you every time me and my dude f*ck"
I say, "I f*ck with you, don't mention love"
'Cause, baby, you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
And my kids
Bitch, I know that that's a lace front but it's still a wig
Bitch, I know your daddy and your granny know I is (yeah, ha)
Bitch, I got that stack (ha)
Motherf*ck your brother (ha)
Put his head on flat (ha)
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, talk to me Top
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, baby, where you go?
(Skrrt-skrrt, vroom-vroom, skrrt-skrrt)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know?
She say, "'Cause I think about you every time me and my dude f*ck"
I say, "I f*ck with you, don't mention love"
'Cause, baby, you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
She like, "Slimeto I need some shoes, can you send me some?"
Hell nah, baby girl that's rude, please do not be disrespectful
She like, "Youngboy I got a question, can you tell me somethin'?"
She like, "If I do anything you want, can I be your main one?"
Hell nah, that's aggravatin', catch me when I'm perculatin'
Let her know I had that placement
Wanna be me, that's impersonatin'
All these nigga be perpertratin'
Check my watch that's Rollie skatin'
All these niggas just act like Satan
'Til a real demon baby catch 'em and face 'em
Catch me in that turbo, I be swervin'
All these goddamn drugs, babygirl'll think I'm workin'
F*ck or not gon' let me f*ck? Just say it it 'cause I ain't flirtin'
I got five grand for you after don't ask me nothin'
Say I'm stingy, f*ck it
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know?
She say, "'Cause I think about you every time me and my dude f*ck"
I say, "I f*ck with you, don't mention love"
'Cause, baby, you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
I say you igging me, your aggy
Bored as f*ck so catch me in the room upside down on the mattress
I keep losin' on 2K so I just switch it and play Madden
Or play Call of Duty, this my call of duty
Check out how I do it
I stand on slime allegiance, that money times two it
I'm like Johnny Cage, you see my clan ain't phased
Hold up, but let's play a game (okay, what it's called?)
It's called blow your brain, whip that blicky out
She say, "F*ck no, boy, you insane"
I can't leave the house but still I got my diamond chains on
I got diamonds rings on with a AP on my arm
Wet that boy then clean it up, nigga, I'll get your stain gone
If you love me let me f*ck, then sit down and learn this song
She say that she in love, in love ,baby how you know?
Uh, uh, uh, yeah, talk to me Top
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, baby, where you go?
She say, "I'm goin' home 'cause you rude as f*ck"
Nigga, f*ck (I don't give no f*ck, bitch)
She say that she in love, in love, baby, how ya know?
She say, "'Cause I think about you every time me and my dude f*ck"
I say, "I f*ck with you, don't mention love"
'Cause, baby, you should know
I just love this money, my diamonds and foreigns
And my kids
Bitch, I know that that's a lace front but it's still a wig
Bitch, I know your daddy and your granny know I is (yeah, ha)
Bitch, I got that stack (ha)
Motherf*ck your brother (ha)
Put his head on flat (ha)
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Achievements
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh
Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh
Talk to granddad and I always say I'm fine
When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child
Ten cars don't need no ride
I ain't buyin' that shit no no, ooh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh
Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul
Got Jaz to bring me peace
No, I don't need no extra hoes (ooh-woo-ooh)
Bleed, and your love admit I need it
Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin' that they sayin' that they seen me
Even though I don't give no f*ck
'Cause if they saw me, I was beamin'
.38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin'
Niggas sayin' I brought my team in
F*ck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and
Send straight hollows through the scenery
Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
I can't be apart of your family
Hate that bitch 'cause I see she's just like her daddy
That ain't real at all, everyone got flaws
Can't chance it, manage, ask for help and they ain't get involved
Don't care at all, it's f*ck the world and you can tell it all
I'm a thug nigga, take pride in these drugs nigga (oh, yeah)
I don't f*ck with f*ck niggas
You can count how many I bust, nigga (they dead)
Fill 'em up with slugs, nigga
You could ask these hoes, I love different
I ain't bringin' up no nigga, take your shit and you go thug with 'em
Huh, she gon' go and f*ck on one of 'em niggas like I give a f*ck
Get blues, I give her a clue like
When you choose, make sure they rich as us
Ha, or got more sticks than us
For a fact, they ain't drawin' more blood than us
These niggas won't be too much
Tryna do too much, I ain't changin' up
Old scary ass nigga gon' bring us up
Pussy ass nigga, I ain't phasin' nothin'
I ain't blood to you, so don't cuss me Five
Old fake ass Pi', I'ma real deal blood
I ain't stuntin' you, nigga, I wish you tried
We gon' leave you dead inside this club
Ol' wanna be ho, you ain't my kind
Plus ain't more slimier than my girl
Lil Top the slimiest in the world
I ain't takin' no lick behind no bitch
It ain't 'bout my kids it ain't 'bout bein' rich
F*ck what they say, you can suck my dick
I done gave my all, just for my daughter
My sons won't never need no clique
Even though I wish I ain't exist
Mama look at all this shit I did
Even though I wish I ain't exist
Mama look at all this shit I did
Came out the slums, I ain't have shit
They still gon' talk down on your kid
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh
Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh
Talk to granddad and I always say I'm fine
When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child
Ten cars don't need no ride
I ain't buyin' that shit no no, ooh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh
Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul
Got Jaz to bring me peace
No, I don't need no extra hoes (ooh-woo-ooh)
Bleed, and your love admit I need it
Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin' that they sayin' that they seen me
Even though I don't give no f*ck
'Cause if they saw me, I was beamin'
.38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin'
Niggas sayin' I brought my team in
F*ck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and
Send straight hollows through the scenery
Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh
Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh
Talk to granddad and I always say I'm fine
When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child
Ten cars don't need no ride
I ain't buyin' that shit no no, ooh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh
Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul
Got Jaz to bring me peace
No, I don't need no extra hoes (ooh-woo-ooh)
Bleed, and your love admit I need it
Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin' that they sayin' that they seen me
Even though I don't give no f*ck
'Cause if they saw me, I was beamin'
.38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin'
Niggas sayin' I brought my team in
F*ck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and
Send straight hollows through the scenery
Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
I can't be apart of your family
Hate that bitch 'cause I see she's just like her daddy
That ain't real at all, everyone got flaws
Can't chance it, manage, ask for help and they ain't get involved
Don't care at all, it's f*ck the world and you can tell it all
I'm a thug nigga, take pride in these drugs nigga (oh, yeah)
I don't f*ck with f*ck niggas
You can count how many I bust, nigga (they dead)
Fill 'em up with slugs, nigga
You could ask these hoes, I love different
I ain't bringin' up no nigga, take your shit and you go thug with 'em
Huh, she gon' go and f*ck on one of 'em niggas like I give a f*ck
Get blues, I give her a clue like
When you choose, make sure they rich as us
Ha, or got more sticks than us
For a fact, they ain't drawin' more blood than us
These niggas won't be too much
Tryna do too much, I ain't changin' up
Old scary ass nigga gon' bring us up
Pussy ass nigga, I ain't phasin' nothin'
I ain't blood to you, so don't cuss me Five
Old fake ass Pi', I'ma real deal blood
I ain't stuntin' you, nigga, I wish you tried
We gon' leave you dead inside this club
Ol' wanna be ho, you ain't my kind
Plus ain't more slimier than my girl
Lil Top the slimiest in the world
I ain't takin' no lick behind no bitch
It ain't 'bout my kids it ain't 'bout bein' rich
F*ck what they say, you can suck my dick
I done gave my all, just for my daughter
My sons won't never need no clique
Even though I wish I ain't exist
Mama look at all this shit I did
Even though I wish I ain't exist
Mama look at all this shit I did
Came out the slums, I ain't have shit
They still gon' talk down on your kid
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh
Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh
Talk to granddad and I always say I'm fine
When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child
Ten cars don't need no ride
I ain't buyin' that shit no no, ooh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh
Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul
Got Jaz to bring me peace
No, I don't need no extra hoes (ooh-woo-ooh)
Bleed, and your love admit I need it
Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin' that they sayin' that they seen me
Even though I don't give no f*ck
'Cause if they saw me, I was beamin'
.38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin'
Niggas sayin' I brought my team in
F*ck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and
Send straight hollows through the scenery
Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Black Ball
On top the mountain
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the f*ck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
Draped down in designer, got these diamonds on my body
If you wit' it, then I'm 'bout it
And don't care what these people hollerin'
I say, pop your shit, twin
Know I got one cocked in, yeah
They want to stop this, no, no, not, not my friend
Stop the time, know they know one thing, that my slime
That's my brother, that's my sister, and they better not cross the line
Stop that cryin', and you can't stop that tryin', and yeah
Run wit' gravediggers, you gon' end up dyin', and yeah
911 Porsche, drive this bitch in sport mode
Jumped straight off that porch, ridin' with that torch, we play with Dracos
Lil' bro, keep it cool until that case closed (case closed, closed)
Until then, we live and ball and buy out all the stores (store, store)
On top the mountain (on top the mountain, yeah)
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me (debatin' on me)
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the f*ck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
Up your stick, 10, if I don't shoot first, know I'm shootin' behind you
That's her thick friend, you know I want 'em both, I ain't decidin'
Now it's nightfall, hold up, let me drop my son off
These niggas know I don't like y'all, and know that I don't wan' talk
She know that I like her, she say that she like me
I wonder why she ain't admitted it? (Why? Why?)
Clubhouse with the bad lil' bitty bitches
They don't see me but know that I'm kickin' it
They be rappin' my songs, they know how I get down
They know for a fact that I'm livin' it (that I'm kickin' it)
Now I wanna calm down, but here come the beef
And they know for a fact that I'm killin' it
Uh, that my side bitch, they know that's my best friend
Ooh, pop a Perky, ain't no textin', we be sexin'
Ooh, ain't no flexin', don't wan' meet your best friend, I'm rude
Ain't no rest, sittin' on top the mountain, just laughin' at these fools
On top the mountain (on top the mountain, yeah)
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me (okay)
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the f*ck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
What he say?
Pop your shit, twin
You know I got one cocked in, yeah
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the f*ck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
Draped down in designer, got these diamonds on my body
If you wit' it, then I'm 'bout it
And don't care what these people hollerin'
I say, pop your shit, twin
Know I got one cocked in, yeah
They want to stop this, no, no, not, not my friend
Stop the time, know they know one thing, that my slime
That's my brother, that's my sister, and they better not cross the line
Stop that cryin', and you can't stop that tryin', and yeah
Run wit' gravediggers, you gon' end up dyin', and yeah
911 Porsche, drive this bitch in sport mode
Jumped straight off that porch, ridin' with that torch, we play with Dracos
Lil' bro, keep it cool until that case closed (case closed, closed)
Until then, we live and ball and buy out all the stores (store, store)
On top the mountain (on top the mountain, yeah)
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me (debatin' on me)
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the f*ck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
Up your stick, 10, if I don't shoot first, know I'm shootin' behind you
That's her thick friend, you know I want 'em both, I ain't decidin'
Now it's nightfall, hold up, let me drop my son off
These niggas know I don't like y'all, and know that I don't wan' talk
She know that I like her, she say that she like me
I wonder why she ain't admitted it? (Why? Why?)
Clubhouse with the bad lil' bitty bitches
They don't see me but know that I'm kickin' it
They be rappin' my songs, they know how I get down
They know for a fact that I'm livin' it (that I'm kickin' it)
Now I wanna calm down, but here come the beef
And they know for a fact that I'm killin' it
Uh, that my side bitch, they know that's my best friend
Ooh, pop a Perky, ain't no textin', we be sexin'
Ooh, ain't no flexin', don't wan' meet your best friend, I'm rude
Ain't no rest, sittin' on top the mountain, just laughin' at these fools
On top the mountain (on top the mountain, yeah)
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin' on me (goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me (okay)
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take this hate all free (yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the f*ck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my dream now, dream now
What he say?
Pop your shit, twin
You know I got one cocked in, yeah
Writer: Danail Stamatov, Dexter Randall, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Lazerick Seymour
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Stuck With Me
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
[Birdman]
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (We high as f*ck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we''ll light it up (Light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (We f*ck it up)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
[Birdman]
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (On the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (Wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (My doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (For that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (Been a fish), a shark in that field (Shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (Uptown), where it's kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (Known to kill), just a big money spender (Big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (Marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (The hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (Real deal)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with beaucoup felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on Westheimer
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Christopher, my OG, that's common
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
[Birdman]
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
(Thanks Yakree)
I think these niggas know
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Bitch, and if you don't, you better know, huh
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My momma put it in my head, I can't get stalked
My nigga drill it in my head, I can't die broke
I stood outside the door
Right there when Terrell stuck up the store
I'm in that North, they know
Where them youngins totin' poles
I'm tryna make sure they strong
[Birdman]
Size me up (Size me up)
Guarantee times get hard, nigga
So we risin' up (So we risin' up), uptown fly nigga (Uptown, nigga)
My diamonds up (Diamonds up), and we piped it up (And we piped it up)
It ain't no slidin', when we walk behind, we right in there (Bah)
Pass the torch to my lil' niggas, we high as f*ck (We high as f*ck)
Fake paper, nigga, no talkin', talkin', we chalk 'em up (Chalk 'em up)
Old school in a old-school, we''ll light it up (Light it up)
Real rich nigga, we rip shit, we f*ck it up (We f*ck it up)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Look, we gon' bang it out in this stolo in this bitch wit' a hundred rounds
Or we can meet up in that city where they knocked the projects down
I don't do no talkin', I don't do no runnin', bitch
Talkin' safe and sound
Four deep, we been blockin' 'round here all day
Think he safe until he found
What you spent on that Maybach truck?
[Birdman]
Two fifty on the ease, lil' nigga (On the ease, lil' nigga)
Two fifty on that Bentley with them wheels, lil' nigga (Wheel, lil' nigga)
Sideways for them suicide my doors, my nigga (My doors, my nigga)
Always been down for that drill, my nigga (For that drill, my nigga)
Been a fish in that water (Been a fish), a shark in that field (Shark in the field)
Uptown nigga (Uptown), where it's kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
Been known to kill (Known to kill), just a big money spender (Big money, nigga)
Iced up, lit up, marble floors, nigga (Marble floors, nigga)
Poppin' the bottles, been in the hard field, nigga (The hard field)
Been in the pen', nigga, we real deal, nigga (Real deal)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, focused but can't stay off pills
All he know is kill-kill
Face too known, I'ma get mans down
Me and Josh while we doin' that drill
Seventy for that Audemar and this bitch here stainless steel
All black Maybach, need another car
Ain't drive that bitch in at least a year
Daddy caught over fifty years
Vaughn locked up, got another five
Told them niggas that this my f*ckin' year
Thirteen whips, need another ride
I just copped a place in Utah
Need another spot for to ease my mind
Need another bitch for to get me right
'Cause the one I'm with tryna slime a slime
Got dressed, jumped in that Tesla
Lit that dope up and it smell like pine
In this bitch with beaucoup felons
For that charge, can't minimize that time
Rolls-Royce truck all red inside
Range Rover truck when I'm on Westheimer
Two hundred for that Patek, I'm timeless
MG9, Herm and who that be there slimin'
Styrofoam flow, I'm a sip on dope
Christopher, my OG, that's common
Stimilize my mind, back to back I smoke
Lil Top, bitch, I got plenty bodies
[Birdman]
Yeah, this pimpin' hour, pimpin'
Top, Stunnaman
You know miles man, Beezy
B.R and N.O
From the Bayou
Writer: Brian Williams, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © TUNECORE INC, TuneCore Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
From the Bayou is a collaborative mixtape by American rappers YoungBoy Never Broke Again and Birdman. It was released through Atlantic Records, Cash Money Records, Republic Records, and Never Broke Again on December 10, 2021. Production was handled by 808Iden, TnTXD, Yakree, Timmy da Hitman, Drum Dummie, Dmac, Andy R, Buddah Bless, Shawn Passed, 30 Roc, Cheese, 80Mac, 6element, Ain'tShiSweet, HZRD, Bapsxx, Hurtboy AG, Fizzle, Julia Lewis, Brown, GhosTTown, Smokescreen, Murda Beatz, Slim Pharaoh, Merlin, Zay Takken, Dex Is Real, Daniboi, and Nom.
The title of the mixtape refers to both artists' home state of Louisiana, in which YoungBoy is from Baton Rouge and Birdman is from New Orleans. It also marks the first project that YoungBoy has released since he was released from prison in his home state in late October 2021 after being arrested due to gun charges in March 2021.
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Young Boy Never Broke AgainThe title of the mixtape refers to both artists' home state of Louisiana, in which YoungBoy is from Baton Rouge and Birdman is from New Orleans. It also marks the first project that YoungBoy has released since he was released from prison in his home state in late October 2021 after being arrested due to gun charges in March 2021.
Featuring: Birdman
Released: December 10th, 2021
Year: 2021