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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
KiddFredo
KiddFredo
Programming
Braxton Troxel
Braxton Troxel
Programming
Jerome Velazquez
Jerome Velazquez
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Braxton Troxel
Braxton Troxel
Songwriter
Friendlor Nominey
Friendlor Nominey
Songwriter
Jerome Velazquez
Jerome Velazquez
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KiddFredo
KiddFredo
Producer
Braxton Troxel
Braxton Troxel
Producer
Jerome Velazquez
Jerome Velazquez
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Cook it up, Jerome
KiddFreddo
[Verse 2]
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
I say fuck ****, I say face him (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say walk something, yeah, I say take something
[Verse 3]
Killing shit for years and I ain't dead yet
You can find Youngboy where that Red at
It ain't beef ****, if they don't kill yo momma
You a bitch **** and I said that
On that gang shit they gon' turn up on us, that boy dead gang did that
Had to knock a few of them bitches first fore them scary muthafuckas spin back
[Verse 4]
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead ****
(Hold on) Top say
We gon' do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gon' bang out with some dirty **** (Let's go)
[Verse 5]
Standing with this money, I'm a murder figure
You know we leave shit in caskets with no brain (On God)
They know 10, the youngest of us all, still left a stain
R.I.P. Dump, Murder Gang, bitch, don't bring up that name
Flexing on all you pussy bitches in a big watch, big chain
My bad for bumping your music when I was younger
I ain't know you was just a hating bitch
When I met that hoe I was fuckin' off, when I saw that post, doing the same shit
Let you have a verse?
****, let me have yo brain bitch
This money will never ever cover up how these motherfucking diamonds steady glisten
[Verse 6]
Top say
Let him keep on talking, he's a dead ****
(Hold on) Top say
We gon' do that talking with them dirty pistols
Bitch how you gon' bang out with some dirty **** (Let's go)
Standing with this money, I'm a murder figure
[Verse 7]
I grew up bumping him, couldn't dream of him just hating on me
I say fuck ****, I say face him (Bow)
I say brace something, yeah I say take something
Pussy, I say walk something, yeah, I say take something
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden
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