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YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Bighead
Bighead
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brenden Murray
Brenden Murray
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bighead
Bighead
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I ain't no bad person, no
Aye, I ain't no gangster, I ain't no killer
I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me
Like, everybody make mistakes, that's life
Name one fuckin' person who ain't make mistakes, you feel me?
Man, like we, I don't know what to say
I don't know if I'm targeted
I don't know if it's from what I speak about, like, I don't know
I just know shit, until I'm dead, I'ma be me
[Verse 2]
Yeah, yeah
And they ain't ever seen this shit before, (Ooh, Bi-BigHeadOnTheBeat) Young **** shit
(Bitch)
(Gang, gang, bang, bang)
(38 Baby)
[Verse 3]
Without no coat, I was walkin' and meditatin' in the rain
Reminiscin' 'bout bein' in prison, I was locked in them chains
Without no drugs, I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain
I ain't gotta act how I was actin', everything done changed
I was missin' out on plenty shit just watchin' time fly past
I was broke, down on my dick, I had to get me a bag
Havin' shootouts broad day and we was runnin' from task
I put my flex down, never sit down
I told that bitch that I'll never stand down
[Verse 4]
Creepin' on your block with a hunnid rounds
Go to shoot and try to run
Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down
Shoot him dead up in his head
Knock off his dreads, now he can't make a sound
Kill him where he stand, we live by law and we gon' lay it down
**** tell me he want smoke, 187, that's that same shit
.357 send you to hell, knock out your brain quick
Sippin' on this drank, R.I.P. Fredo, this that bang shit
Doin' the same thing, time pass, got a bitch with a fat ass
I told her, "Turn around and bust it open"
That Soulja Slim, that C Murder
Come in the tank just like No Limit soldier
I'm poppin' X, so I'm steady rollin'
Say he a gangster, got his chest out
When I hit him with this Glock, I bet I fold him
None of these **** ain't never played with me
Play with me, I bet you'll see
Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef, I pull up where you sleep
Bitch, I'm out the North, 38 baby, I come from the streets
Two clips on that chopper for to stretch you when we fuckin' meet
[Verse 5]
(Got 'em all boxed in at the location)
The police movin' in
People tryna catch me with a pistol just to turn me in
Same shit you did to go to jail, don't do that shit again
Bitch, I'm screamin', "Fuck it!"
Never change, thuggin' till the end
I got a question, tell me what these **** hatin' for? (What they hatin' for?)
Why they steady sayin' they gon' snatch my chain though? (Snatch my chain)
You wanna rap? How you gon' think without a brain though?
Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack, now this that 'caine flow
I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (Shoot 'em up)
Yeah, yeah
I'ma hit 'em with this bitch and watch 'em overdose (Fill 'em up, yeah)
Overdose, I kill 'em slow
[Verse 6]
What's the 4-1-1? They know I be, I be 'bout whatever
You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it, boy
You are not a stepper
You play with me, bitch, ain't no hidin'
Ain't nobody can help ya
Send your ass to the devil in a envelope like a letter
Got a F&N with a clip with different colors up in it
It's all bronze like a penny, only see fire when I spit it
I ain't shoot this bitch in a minute
A **** play, he can get it
Double G, that stand for gang, you **** know how we livin'
Written by: Brenden Murray, Kentrell Gaulden
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