Youngboy Never Broke Again Black
[Intro]
Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Mm
Different, mm (They hoes)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh (These niggas, they hoes)
We don't f..ck wit' these niggas, they hoes (What?)
Fire, bitch, gang, uh, uh, uh (We don't f..ck wit' these niggas, they hoes)
Mm, mm (I don't f..ck with these niggas, they hoes)
[Verse]
Who the f..ck is lil' shawty? (Fuck is lil' shawty?)
Where the f..ck is yo' nigga? (Fuck is yo' nigga?)
How you get to this party? Don't bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack nigga, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine (Boom, baow, baow)
I keep this shit kickin' on top of my pimpin' (Yeah)
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain't slippin' (Yeah, go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, huh (Black)
Want everything black (Black), I'm buyin' everything, black (Black)
I want that ass, fat (Ass fat), my Range Rover black (Black)
I want a whole 'nother bag (bag)
Huh, I want a hundred-round Gat (Hundred-round Gat)
And I want lil' shawty, she bad (Bad)
Huh, I wanna beat in her back (Beat in her back)
And I wanna kill all my opps (Kill all my opps), dead, ain't comin' back
I want hit her if she thick (Woo)
I wanna keep this shit on track (Keep this shit on track)
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair (Yeah, yeah, like a nigga Ric Flair)
Wait, hm, like a nigga Ric Flair, mm (Ah)
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a nigga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a nigga Ric Flair, ha (You already know)
And I'm so high, might fly a bitch out for to dye my hair (Uh)
These rappers be talkin' that shit and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealin' the swag so we f..ckin' they ho
Pick her up, hit the bitch in the back of my truck (Uh)
I don't care, all this money not here for the show
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiendin', bitch, I be takin' these pills
I could pull her shit off 'cause I paid for the hair
Different, mm-ah
I don't f..ck wit' these niggas, they hoes
We don't f..ck wit' these niggas, they hoes
Why you think we be f..ckin' they hoes? (Know I'm rich)
Tell 'em that I'ma just fye (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls? (That Rolls)
I just crept up from the paint, huh
You know that I brought my bros