Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Damion Williams
Damion Williams
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tevin Revell
Tevin Revell
Songwriter
Todd Pritchard
Todd Pritchard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Todd Pritchard
Todd Pritchard
Producer
Andrew Grossman
Andrew Grossman
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
CashMoneyAp
Producer
DJ Swift
DJ Swift
Producer
Drum Dummie
Drum Dummie
Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
DrumDummie
Cash money AP
DJ Swift on the track
[PreChorus]
I'ma leave here with what I came here for now what you sayin'?
You don' want take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't coming for the loose, we want it all
[Chorus]
Smoking 'dro, 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You **** know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch and we ain't leavin'
When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces
We were slangin' 9 but dumpin' all the rest, it ain't no secret
.38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with
[Verse 1]
Smoking 'dro, smell it when I hit the door 'cause I need it
I ain't the one these pussy **** know, I been feinin'
Hop out the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch I'm beamin'
I don't think no **** can see me, I be pennin' up while I'm leanin'
[Chorus]
Smoking 'dro, 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You **** know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch and we ain't leavin'
I'ma leave here with what I came here for now what you sayin'?
You don' want take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't coming for the loose, we want it all
[Verse 2]
Whole lotta rack on these VVs
I'm so slime and that gat got a green beam
Gotta whole lot of people that need me
Bust your head all over the right thing
I ain't got nothing but a dub and a black card up inside my Amiri jeans
I just want head, can't fuck in the bed, it's just some things don't excite me
Tossin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
My youngin' official, he wettin' your backyard and I call him, "The Bank Thug"
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch, I'ma walk into yours and some more drugs
Ain't no way we gon' dump at the boat, we stick 'em and finish 'em off with a phoner
I be thinking 'bout dump all over the time, this shit just don't feel right
I don't go to no club, I be taking these drugs, buying and keeping it still tight
Every night before I sleep, I think 'bout the North side where I grew up, no hold tight
Plot and put you to sleep before you can see, pull up where you be and it's on sight
[PreChorus]
I'ma leave here with what I came here for now what you sayin'?
You don' want take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't coming for the loose, we want it all
[Chorus]
Smoking 'dro, 'cause I need it ('dro)
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You **** know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch and we ain't leavin'
Written by: Alex Petit, Damion Williams, Kentrell Gaulden, Tevin Revell, Todd Pritchard
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