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Lyricist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Lyrics:
(I need to speak to Mike Laury) What you on, foe? (yeah, you got Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flex) You already know nigga, we tote big Glocks, beat like Yamaha Four-five, shit, nigga, yeah, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up) Big slime
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end Okay, pop a ten, free Lil' Ten, killin' That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did (baow, baow, baow) Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long Heart hurtin' bad, thinkin' 'bout Ten, no date on comin' home Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas, hangin' out that Escalade with that Ruger Talkin' to my mama 'bout what they claimin' While she sayin', 'Fuck 'em, tell a bitch prove it' Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (they don't wanna do it, baow) Hangin' out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (baow, baow, baow) Like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin' That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Marble floors, in and out, got hoes Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes
Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin' That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans
Since a kid, in and out the chains, swear they don't know my pain I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night, I ain't sleep with my shank I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin', bitch, I run that game Step with niggas in the Dawn from Gardere Lane gettin' full of pure cocaine He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins Doped up 'fore he swing that thing Evacuate whole set they claim (hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on) Bitch, I'm a lil' bitty and that shotty got some kick and I think that's too strong Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick, can't hide it, that bitch too long
Marble floors, in and out, got hoes Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes
Always on slime business (slime business) Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (slime hoes) Come on, ayy, come on I run with gravediggers, pallbearers Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral My ape did it, but I understand 'em In the streets You got beef You been stalkin' for the bust his dome (make Winnfield his home) And then it's on, catch you, then you gone, in the ground That same nigga your casket gon' be layin' around
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