Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
TAYTAYMADEIT
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Tavian Carter
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Khris James
Mixing Engineer
TAYTAYMADEIT
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Who made this shit?
TayTay made the beat
Ah, fuck all you ****, yeah, yeah
Free ChoppaBoy
You now who the Don Dada is
We step on anything
And still steppin', ****
[Verse 1]
Look, went to the bank, I left with 50 in my pocket, **** (Gang)
I've been tryna leave 'em blank, this is on your noggin, ****
I got juveniles who step and tote on dirty pistols (Yeah)
All my **** out here spinnin', tryna leave a **** dead
[Verse 2]
****, what you said? We puttin' you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom of the 9, I just put a beam
Everything be infrared, top like top, get on these meds
Out yo' top we bust ya head, catch him bad, hop out and spray it
Jump out and we stomp his ass, they can't run we on they ass
[Chorus]
I'm like, "Who want beef?", just show me somethin'
Show me somethin'
I got killers on front street and we ain't runnin'
We ain't runnin', mm
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
She don't want no other
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
[Chorus]
He say he want smoke with me
We gon' get him knocked off
These bitch **** don't wanna rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
[Verse 3]
Can't help you see I'm rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FNs and Glock 10s (10 millimeter)
YoungBoy hot and I don' broke the meter
All this money got me blind, I don't know these people
[Verse 4]
Yeah, she wanna be with me
I just won't date her, won't date her, go
She wanna talk, but I don't have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, whoa
Bitch, I keep that stick, but don't play pool, I let it blow
[Verse 5]
I just tried to kill another **** the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
Pussy ****, we ain't never slippin', bitch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil' boy, ****
[Chorus]
I'm like, "Who want beef?", just show me somethin'
Just show me somethin'
I got killers on front street and we ain't runnin'
And we ain't runnin'
How I come through, shawty, she don't want no other
She don't want no other lame
Pull up and we thuggin', buckin', clutchin' on them cutters
[Chorus]
He say he want smoke with me
We gon' get him knocked off
These bitch **** don't wanna rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I don't want you, I got cake now
You wasn't loyal, you couldn't stay down
I don't want you in my way now
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden
