Thugga Talk YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Ft. HiDoraah)

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
This that thugga talk
Don't tell me shit, nigga, fuck you sayin'?
Don't tell me not a motherfucking thing, bitch
I got money from it
Slatt, slatt

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you
Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh
Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you
She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene
I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean
Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Blatt
Ghost Rolls Royce, nigga I'm lurkin'
I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, he murk 'em
Jordan sign on the drum, you know I did that shit first
Bring her in the room and fuck her, Ben run off with her purse
I'm gone off a perc bitch, I hop in the whip do the dash in the Vert (Vroom)
Kick that bitch out on the curb, I ain't got no worry’s
I'm strapped every time I swerve (Blatt)
I ain't never worried (No)
I'm sick of lil Nene, these bitches be geekin'
That’s every time that they see me
I told that bitch “Fuck her”, I don't wanna fuck her
Little hoe, I just wan’ you to eat me
No cap, not one bit, bitch, when we do we go hundred percent, bet