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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Rap
Drok
Performer
Lastwordbeats
Performer
Berge
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Michael Roberge
Songwriter
Aaron Michael Hill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Drok
Producer
Lastwordbeats
Producer
Berge
Producer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Any last words?
Perc 10, I beat her back in
D-Roc, D-Roc, D-Roc
Mudra Man, huh, tell me who the **** next
KelTec, what's that? Hit this ****, and split his hat
Bust that, play wit' me, ****, and I get you bust at
Shorty tryna throw that ****, I break her back, I'm on that
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I was ridin' 'round in Maybach and poppin' **** wit' my ****
I was knockin' **** **** wit' that stick on the road
And I was stackin' bags, so I can do my **** on these ****
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna, frrrt, **** **** **** (Baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, ****
I just bought the **** a new Benz, a big bag, ****
I just might wake up and have the **** inside a new Fisker
**** you mean? I been givin' them bands to my big sister (**** you mean, ****?)
**** is you sayin'? I been buyin' more sticks for all them hitters
I got these **** and they goin' down, I never run out
Pull them blicks out and it's goin' down
Fire somethin', get burned down
You ain't even got no money anyway, **** ****
I can bite on your **** anyday, **** runt, now she talkin'
Body hard, it's slowin' down
**** can't come down
**** can't run now, got her on that ****
Four-door all grey Lawson, ****, check the car out
Try and make the Glock sound
That **** got the AP on and it's blue
I jump out, I shoot that strap at all them dudes (Talk that ****, YoungBoy)
**** is wrong wit' you? Just look at my neck, I'm way too cool
I'll **** him back, he gon' get checked, he ain't got no check, ****
I wave this TEC across your neck, you die today, ****
****, I'm wasted, I'm pacin'
I think I'm Jason, the mask on, erase him
Why you think these **** copy and they know they hate him?
The **** want get him inside it and you know they chase him
I seen me, three **** in the 'Rari, she lookin' like a Barbie
I just wanna take ****, make her **** codeine
Catch a opp, then we wack his **** from the nosebleed
Take a ****, straight from out the 'Raq and buy her tone of things
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I've been ridin' Maybach and poppin' **** wit' my ****
I was knockin' **** **** wit' that stick on the road
And I was stackin' bags, so I can do my **** on these ****
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna, frrrt, **** **** **** (Baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, **** (Bah, bah)
Want you cop some **** like you gon' pull off
Take the stick, tear up the car, ****
I make all these **** come and take it off, boss ****
Got that **** doin' right, buy that **** a outfit
I ain't have red on the first night, told the **** blue this ****
I want head on the first night, I can make her mouth fit
Know they talk like that, they lyin', but know they ain't 'bout ****
All my brother off ****, pop out from that car wit' new machines
Please don't tell me a **** thing (Told that ****, I talk my ****)
She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna, frrrt, **** **** **** (Baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, **** (Bah, bah)
Written by: Aaron Hill, Daniel Lebrun, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael Roberge