Highway YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Ft. Terintino)
"Highway" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Ft. Terintino) is a #HipHop track released in 2020. The lyrics explore themes of struggle, resilience, and the pursuit of success amidst adversity. The song features melodic hooks and a blend of rap and emotional delivery, reflecting the artists' personal journeys and the challenges of street life. Its relatable themes resonate with many listeners, contributing to its popularity in the genre.
[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
On the highway, yeah
On the highway
Keep that, yeah
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
All the shit that they talk, I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to go when the pack out
Before I came up, used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over, blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean, I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip, I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money, I ain't callin' y'all
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Nigga play on my son, kill all y'all
Cell ringing, that's just Ben on the phone call
Lot of money and I still wear the same drawers
And I'm still cuttin' up like a chained dog
Need a Lamb' or a Wraith when I touch down
Still ridin' 'round in that Benz with a four-pound
Still totin' guns every day that I float 'round
Shoot a nigga dead in his face when it go down, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Uh, on the highway
And I'm still gettin' it in, countin' money on the highway
On the plane with my son, drinkin' lean, I ain't been asleep in nine days
If a nigga lookin' for me, tell that boy that he know where to find me
On the highway, yeah
On the highway
Keep that, yeah
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
All the shit that they talk, I don't care about
I just give a fuck where to go when the pack out
Before I came up, used to post at the trap house
Fuckin' on lil' shawty, bend her over, blow her back out
Thinkin' I done drunk too much lean, I done tapped out
Shootin' up the club in the whip, I done smashed out
I relapsed on them pills, taking Tramadol
Fuck Atlantic, want my money, I ain't callin' y'all
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Nigga play on my son, kill all y'all
Cell ringing, that's just Ben on the phone call
Lot of money and I still wear the same drawers
And I'm still cuttin' up like a chained dog
Need a Lamb' or a Wraith when I touch down
Still ridin' 'round in that Benz with a four-pound
Still totin' guns every day that I float 'round
Shoot a nigga dead in his face when it go down, yeah
[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Uh, on the highway
And I'm still gettin' it in, countin' money on the highway
On the plane with my son, drinkin' lean, I ain't been asleep in nine days
If a nigga lookin' for me, tell that boy that he know where to find me
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