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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dubba-AA
Producer
Louie Bandz
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You know me, you know that I'm 'bout whatever
You want it with me, that's a bitch it need go to that level
I ain't squashin' nothin', bitch, it's up, just had a talk with the devil
The only way this shit gon' end, you gettin' hit with that metal
[Verse 2]
You know we ridin' on 'em (We ridin', we ridin')
Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (We slidin', we slidin')
Drop that bag on 'em (That bag, that bag)
Make my **** smash on 'em
You know we ridin' on 'em (Yeah, you know we ridin')
Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (You know we slide)
Gon' drop that bag on 'em (We gon' drop that bag on 'em)
Make my **** smash on 'em (Make my **** smash on 'em)
[Verse 3]
Ridin' on whoever, man, you knowin' that we with it (We with it)
Hop out, get to bustin', all my **** get to hittin'
We don't give a fuck, by any means, he gon' get it (Yeah)
Beef, ain't never squash it, just down for a minute
Success make these **** mad, I know how it is
Fame make these **** flash, I know whats the bill
I kept it real from the jump, you told them boys I squeal
You know that I ain't had nothin', ever since I was lil'
Movin' fast, my ****, wish that I was killed
Pay for this shit and finish stuntin', you know this my year
I heard a **** say what, you know what it is
Boy, you gon' get your head bust tryna stunt for real
These **** makin' diss songs, come on now, boy, be real
AI YoungBoy be the reason that your dog killed
I speak this shit, I live this shit, we do this shit for real
Booked you for a show and get your stupid ass zipped for real
These **** shot my grandma's house up with a .22
Spin through that wood, tell them people what I did to you
Biggie and Lil' Q ran down on 'em
Special delivery for Youngboy and went to firin' on 'em
[Verse 4]
You runnin' round sayin' this and that 'bout me
****, tell 'em what up, bitch
You know we step for real
****, know we on that gang shit
Fuck wrong with you?
[Verse 5]
You know me, you know that I'm 'bout whatever
You want it with me, that's a bet, shit it could go to that level
I ain't squashin' nothin', bitch, it's up, just had a talk with the devil
The only way this shit gon' end, you gettin' hit with that metal
[Verse 6]
You know we ridin' on 'em (We ridin', we ridin')
Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (We slidin', we slidin')
Drop that bag on 'em (That bag, that bag)
Make my **** smash on 'em
You know we ridin' on 'em (Yeah, you know we ridin')
Yeah, we gon' slide on 'em (You know we slide)
Gon' drop that bag on 'em (We gon' drop that bag on 'em)
Make my **** smash on 'em (Make my **** smash on 'em)
[Verse 7]
Ridin' on whoever, man, you knowin' that we with it (We with it)
Hop out, get to bustin', all my **** get to hittin'
We don't give a fuck, by any means, he gon' get it, yeah
Beef, ain't never squash it, just down for a minute (Down for a minute, yeah)
Written by: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, Aaron Lockhart, Dennis Neal