[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(17)
(D-Roc)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom, I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said, I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young-ass nigga with a whole lot of money
Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin'
Young bad bitch at the table with somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded off ganja
AP, half a ticket on me, new bitch, quarter mil' on her
My lean, don't touch my cup
That's your bitch? I don't want her
B say, "Trust and don't lovе no ho"
I be in all type of shit that they don't know
Ninе sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I copped came with turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten niggas with me, tryna do it at the Conoco
Rosary my whole arm, so
Hatin'-ass nigga tryna double back and backdoor
If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though
You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro
Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so
So I'ma get the money 'til I'm gone, that's how that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones
I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you knowin' that I'm at it 'til they head all gone
Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(17)
(D-Roc)
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the same nigga that came from the bottom, I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a fuck what that ho said, I just know these lil' bitches better not come back around me (Yeah)
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that
New 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that
That's your bitch? I pop that
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Young-ass nigga with a whole lot of money
Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin'
Young bad bitch at the table with somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded off ganja
AP, half a ticket on me, new bitch, quarter mil' on her
My lean, don't touch my cup
That's your bitch? I don't want her
B say, "Trust and don't lovе no ho"
I be in all type of shit that they don't know
Ninе sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I copped came with turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten niggas with me, tryna do it at the Conoco
Rosary my whole arm, so
Hatin'-ass nigga tryna double back and backdoor
If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap though
You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro
Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so
So I'ma get the money 'til I'm gone, that's how that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iPhones
I'm livin' how I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you knowin' that I'm at it 'til they head all gone
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