Stand Down (Knock My Head Off) YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Ft. Birdman)
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[Intro: Birdman]
(Trey made this beat)
Early morning shit
(Dubba-AA flex)
Late night
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
All about the money
(This is the sound)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Finessin' is pimpin', nigga, I’m strapped with this missile
We flippin' and runnin', got these millions, master feelin'
She say that she comin', nigga, but fuck it, we went did it
They know that we comin' nigga, then Hummers go to spittin'
Big paper sideways, a lot for my age, tires for my ways
We shippin' on highways, live and be real, gorilla, life sentence
Been hustin' ‘bout this money, nigga, live it how we get it (Blatt)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul
I won’t go on to baby
And they gon’ take it, they get it
I know you love me, I feel it, I’m tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby
Post in the trap with my niggas, I’m holdin' on to my glizzy
Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby
(Trey made this beat)
Early morning shit
(Dubba-AA flex)
Late night
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
All about the money
(This is the sound)
[Verse 1: Birdman]
Finessin' is pimpin', nigga, I’m strapped with this missile
We flippin' and runnin', got these millions, master feelin'
She say that she comin', nigga, but fuck it, we went did it
They know that we comin' nigga, then Hummers go to spittin'
Big paper sideways, a lot for my age, tires for my ways
We shippin' on highways, live and be real, gorilla, life sentence
Been hustin' ‘bout this money, nigga, live it how we get it (Blatt)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
We bring them bitches to a standoff
Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby
And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul
I won’t go on to baby
And they gon’ take it, they get it
I know you love me, I feel it, I’m tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby
Post in the trap with my niggas, I’m holdin' on to my glizzy
Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby
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