Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Playboy XO
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though
Yeah, oh yeah
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt yeah
[Verse 2]
Shots from the Drac' left a **** dead where he was talkin' bout me
Tell that pussy **** pick his casket 'cause YoungBoys about it
Wont make a diss, I won't say shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story bout a youngin' with a dirty forty
He connivin', he gon' make his money from them bodies
Mamas cryin', he the fuckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimy, wipe a **** nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinkin' different, that's that mind switch
[Verse 3]
Punch on a **** for Lil' Ben, his muscles full of them risers
Dump died with a FN, his gun was still in his pocket
Live by lord, the way it end blood gon' draw from the heart
Transformation, look how I switch it, I was wrong from the start
You never said you let two **** run a train
You never said that you was known for givin' brain
Bitch, you done brought me so much pain (Bitch)
When it's time, how the fuck I'm gon' explain?
To the ones that I put last 'cause I was tryna be a man
I'm just sayin' your heart been abducted 'cause it's been stolen
The only way to find it is the carats from the Rollie (I'm chosen)
Your heart been abducted, deceived emotions
Choices already chosen, promise already broken
[Verse 4]
Shots from the Drac' left a **** dead where he was talkin' bout me
Tell that pussy **** pick his casket 'cause YoungBoys about it
Won't make a diss, I won't say shit, go talk to God about it
Let me tell a story bout a youngin' with a dirty forty
He conivin', he gon' make his money from them bodies
Mamas cryin', he the fuckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimy, wipe a **** nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinkin' different, that's that mind switch
[Verse 5]
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em fuck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that **** changed, huh?
He look the same, huh
On folk, he 4K Trey's you'd be amazed, huh?
[Verse 6]
Bandana on that 30 now, that stick'll knock 30 down
That **** talk is down, that bitch ain't never came around
Blast when that gutter 'round, he knocked two victims down
Trap got a eviction now, which one of you **** snitchin' now?
[Verse 7]
He throw gangs signs, pants off his ass
He say he bang now, them people told 'em fuck 'em
He came up and now they shame now
People say that **** changed, huh?
He look the same, huh
On folk, he 4K Trey's you'd be amazed, huh?
[Verse 8]
He conivin', he gon' make his money from them bodies
Mamas cryin', he the fuckin' reason that they dyin'
He so slimy, wipe a **** nose, that's that slime shit
Shawty slidin', got 'em thinkin' different, that's that mind switch
Written by: Jarrian Durrell Thompson, Kentrell DeSean Gaulden
