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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Cheese
Cheese
Programming
MalikOTB
MalikOTB
Programming
WassupBans
WassupBans
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Leonardo Mateus
Leonardo Mateus
Songwriter
Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Malik Bynoe-Fisher
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Schneider Sienes
Schneider Sienes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cheese
Cheese
Producer
MalikOTB
MalikOTB
Producer
WassupBans
WassupBans
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Aye, yo, Bands, what you cooking?)
(It's Malik on the track)
(Look)
[Verse 2]
No new shoes till momma get her taxes
Police harass me 'cause it's thug life, survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress, from my mattress to the bank
Been doin' this shit since I was seventeen, you think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the fuck you think?
'Bout these cold killers and dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't fuck with 'em, now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, real through it all, now they wanna see me bleed
[Verse 3]
Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
[Verse 4]
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, ****, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed and I was leanin'
[Verse 5]
Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see, I'm lookin' like I'm thievin'
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel, and, bitch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy, I'm talkin' to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter, I told him, "See if she want me"
That's twenty mill' for me, and here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and fuck these hoes, these **** wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner till you hear it click, never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby momma fuckin' them, they tried to kill me, nasty, dirty bitch, you know
[Verse 6]
The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," whoa
[Verse 7]
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, ****, walk, walk
Lay your flunky ass down, where that money at?
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke, two hunnid for my bro, a pole
Swervin' in that Rolls, 'member back up in the day it was a stolo
[Verse 8]
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug ****, she told me that she love me
[Verse 9]
Bitch, I ain't got no budget, tag that ****
Cadillac on twenty-fours, this that Nawf swag, ****
And I'm back with yo' hoe, I'm just singin' riddles
I'm like la-la-la, tell your boyfriend I'll kill him
[Verse 10]
Plenty hitters, ****, and I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks, and I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy? Stupid, all your pants missin'
Fuckin' doofus, we too ruthless, he just wanna smash ****
[Verse 11]
And she know that doe, that gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po, shawty know I get it on
Bangin' like this Saints Row, I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow
[Verse 12]
Sun don't shine no more, the rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall just in case bad days call
I heard they comin' to see me, tell 'em, "It won't be easy," woah
[Verse 13]
Lay down that window, then they spray 'round, ****, walk, walk
Bitch, lay your pussy ass on the floor, big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole, and he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded, she just flashed and I was leanin'
[Verse 14]
Turn that ass 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug ****, she told me that she love me
Written by: Jason "Cheese" Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leonardo Mateus, Malik Bynoe-Fisher
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