Big Talk YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
What up, Rippah?

[Verse 1]
I come from posted on the block with them hot boys
Seven of us ridin' on a bike, totin' them fire rods
A smoker showed me how to sit and make the powder
Von showed me never go to sleep, he press all the cards
Bitch, what it is? We can talk about it
Skinny nigga, pockets thick, my bitch got a wide body
Hoppin' off the jet and I got twenty racks in every pocket
Cross get set on fire, niggas die if you try to stop me
Jail cells, I was only 12, gettin' put in them
Hood hoes tryna come up off you, I grew up with them
Snake niggas, straight up hatin' niggas, bitch, I run with them
Fuck niggas with that sneak dissin', I ain't hearin' them
Hold on, now let me turn up on a ho
Your favorite rapper rattin' on the low
Hundred shots in that cutter, we got that Chevy sittin' low
And my youngins, they reckless, blow all the hinges off your door
Shoot that forty twenty times, they gon' start callin' one time
And I remember one time, I think it was in '09
And I couldn't seem to stop cryin', mama put me on medics
And I never took Ritalin, a real killer, unapologetic
Bitch, and we forever steppin', hit a nigga with that fire
Boomer really slang that iron, behind it I caught bodies raw
Let me talk my shit, matter fact, check out my Diddy Bop
You all steady runnin' wild, fifty in that forty Glock, c'mon