Four Seasons YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Baby I ain’t got no mind, I ain’t got no time, yeah
Woah-oh, I’m so fuckin’ [?], oh
Eddie-oh, oh, Eddie, yeah, eh
[?] rush, yeah

[Chorus]
It’s a model world, dream on girl, yeah
I’ma finish like a starter, girl
Big city, small world (Big city, small town)
It’s a media [?], baby
All through my headphones, yeah, cocaine trap baby
Cold blooded with that strap, baby
Run that money, I’ma factor
Back to back, repeatin’ laps baby

[Verse]
Turn up, I blow out the TV, yeah, yeah
On the come up and I can’t seem to shake these me-eds
He bet not run up, one wrong move leave ‘em dead, yeah
I can’t go-oh, it’s so much shit that I done read
I see red, yeah
Blood on that package by the back door
These niggas ain’t juggin’, I can show ‘em how to trap though
Cold blooded steppa’, show ‘em how to work that strap though
Young niggas been ballin’ since a youngin’ keep that tec, hoe
First song, warm up
Heart down, guns up
Had to run that money up
How the fuck they found us?
I’ma hit the gas on ‘em, I ain’t ever lettin’ up
I’ma do the dash on ‘em, let that hoe get bottled up
Big booty bitch, young nigga bleedin’
Whole lotta money, for the spent at Four Seasons
Yeah, and I swear I got several reasons
But I do not got an excuse for why I’m leanin’ (Go)
Turn up, I blow the TV screen out
Bitch you bet not run up, I shoot this bitch all through the crowd
Actin’ like they know us, these bitches flexin’, they can’t [?]
Blow a bag with my niggas, you know I don’t fuck with y’all (With y’all)