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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
BJ Beatz
BJ Beatz
Programming
Kdubb
Kdubb
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Russel
Brandon Russel
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Kyre Trask
Kyre Trask
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
BJ Beatz
BJ Beatz
Producer
Kdubb
Kdubb
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(God damn BJ, with another one)
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
[Verse 2]
Young ****, he super shiesty, already got his mask on
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
This time, now to some years later, them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some, and I knock another down
[Verse 3]
Don't fuck around, get your head bust, ****
Get your bread up, ****
We zip the biggest ****, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These **** gon' lay it down when we spray it round
When we catch him, we send him
Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that hoe in the middle
He a opp, boy, yeah, be that
Hollows, they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him"
He stay real right, don't come right
This life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over, ridin' through the Nola, fuck all of 'em
[Verse 4]
Tell me shit, they don't mean it
Step on one, don't leave, not one
Like who seen it?
We gon' burn 'em all so track down one
We skippin' town, them taxes come
They can't take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another dirty burner
That Drake, he need a drum up on it
You need another to fuckin' fix this
Ok and what else?
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel
Put that boy on a shelf
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
Till ain't none left
Gone off that drank till I go deaf, smokin' on dank, pour like it's meth
[Verse 5]
Young **** he super shiesty, already got his mask on
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
This time, now to some years later, them gangbangers ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down
[Verse 6]
Don't fuck around, get your head bust, ****
Get your bread up, ****
We zip the biggest ****, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These **** gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round
When we catch him, we send him
Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that hoe in the middle
He an opp, boy, yeah, be that
Hollows, they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him"
He stay real right, don't come right
This life is gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over, ridin' through the Nola, fuck all of 'em
Written by: Kyre Trask, Brandon Russel, Kentrell Gaulden
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