
Came Thru Swervin’ (Hell Nah) YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
(Clibbo, you’re crazy for this one)
(I’m working on dying)
My favorite car Maybach, ayy
Free D-Dawg
(Ayy Brandon, why you do that?)
[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, woah)
Tryna figure how the fuck I’ma get these racks (Slime)
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah (Fuck no)
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, bitch (Fuck, bang)
[Chorus]
Fuck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘til I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they fuckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
Nigga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck is this clown? He not my friend
Yeah, Lil Top, you not my kin (Lil Top)
On yo’ top, I drops these bands (Yo' top)
Hitta’s knock you out my lens (Bitch)
Yeah, bitch, we bet a hundred not ten
Foreign cars pullin’ off, pullin’ in
Ballin’, better not talk to me then (Bop, bop, bop)
(Clibbo, you’re crazy for this one)
(I’m working on dying)
My favorite car Maybach, ayy
Free D-Dawg
(Ayy Brandon, why you do that?)
[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, woah)
Tryna figure how the fuck I’ma get these racks (Slime)
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah (Fuck no)
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, bitch (Fuck, bang)
[Chorus]
Fuck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘til I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they fuckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
Nigga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck is this clown? He not my friend
Yeah, Lil Top, you not my kin (Lil Top)
On yo’ top, I drops these bands (Yo' top)
Hitta’s knock you out my lens (Bitch)
Yeah, bitch, we bet a hundred not ten
Foreign cars pullin’ off, pullin’ in
Ballin’, better not talk to me then (Bop, bop, bop)
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