Ryte Night Never Broke Again & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Uh, uh
For real flexin', let's go, woah, go
Boss, go, real big boss, go
Believe that, bitch nigga
[Chorus]
Nighttime, I'm up at the right time, uh, uh
Sewer damage, I say he get piped now
Demon baby, killin' shit on sight now
Money crazy, stay with least a hundred thousand
Loaded, nigga know I'm in his bitch just like I'm Ben Fields (Yeah)
Straight out them trenches but I still be with that shit still
I'm out the roof, I'm steady bootin', I'm off of three pills (Woah, woah)
Like, bitch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it's been real
[Verse 1]
Channеl 2, bodies, get 'em stеpped on (Get 'em stepped on)
The joke's on you, you dissed, now you gettin' repped on
She a trap bitch, she know how to change tones (Yeah)
Real grave diggers, doin' contracts off the same phone
What the knowledge is? Bust a check in his dome
Fuck how them coppers feel, stick any one I left home
Get put up, we don't stand down, we gon' kill 'em what the city say?
But I'm gon' let 'em slide, I'm just gon' catch him and stomp in his face
(Who made this shit?)
(TayTay made the beat)
Uh, uh
For real flexin', let's go, woah, go
Boss, go, real big boss, go
Believe that, bitch nigga
[Chorus]
Nighttime, I'm up at the right time, uh, uh
Sewer damage, I say he get piped now
Demon baby, killin' shit on sight now
Money crazy, stay with least a hundred thousand
Loaded, nigga know I'm in his bitch just like I'm Ben Fields (Yeah)
Straight out them trenches but I still be with that shit still
I'm out the roof, I'm steady bootin', I'm off of three pills (Woah, woah)
Like, bitch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it's been real
[Verse 1]
Channеl 2, bodies, get 'em stеpped on (Get 'em stepped on)
The joke's on you, you dissed, now you gettin' repped on
She a trap bitch, she know how to change tones (Yeah)
Real grave diggers, doin' contracts off the same phone
What the knowledge is? Bust a check in his dome
Fuck how them coppers feel, stick any one I left home
Get put up, we don't stand down, we gon' kill 'em what the city say?
But I'm gon' let 'em slide, I'm just gon' catch him and stomp in his face
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