Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Gene Hixon
Gene Hixon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
AlGeno Hixon
AlGeno Hixon
Producer
Carlos Echeverri
Carlos Echeverri
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Al Geno on the Track, uh, uh (Top baby) Uh, uh, look Told my bitch wake up, get naked I wanna see some shit that's sexy Flew my momma out from Texas For to co-sign her with this message And to shoot a video, I let go that groupie hoe Fucking on her in my home, I was doing that shit too long And this coat gon match my outfit It's all green it ain't no chrome This four five could stop a motor Picture if it hit your dome I'm inside this bitch with lean She ain't wanna leave me alone With a two, two, three I don't need no aim I'm just gon wave it around I'm so up and getting so fucked up I stand up and sit back down Everything it be unlimited She know that when she around I'm so real I done flood this bitch she ain't gotta hold me down Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't letting them hoes never come around Baby I'll pop a pill and feel I should I should give a whole milly to my hood I done made it out the streets, bitch I'm good Nigga try take something from me I wish you would Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothing I done seen the truth, in plenty things, I'm sticking with who love it Don't do no clubbing you a dummy, get that money boy I catch you coming out that bitch and then I slump the boy I'm gon whoop this open charge I can't let go of these rods Talking thirty million large Pussy bitch check my garage Split some shit, I'll call Ten Them hittas, they ain't never far ChoppaBoy and Skully in Utah, they'll tear up all your car Lil Dump'll burn up all ya house Trying wetting ya up while running out You know YoungBoy, I take it far Still dealing with this frozen heart I done came a long way, far distance, moved out from the North Still claiming I'm that boy Not admitting that I ain't never start And this coat gon match my outfit It's all green it ain't no chrome This four five could stop a motor Picture if it hit your dome I'm inside this bitch with lean She ain't wanna leave me alone With a two, two, three I don't need no aim I'm just gon wave it around I'm so up and getting so fucked up I stand up and sit back down Everything it be unlimited She know that when she around I'm so real I done flood this bitch she ain't gotta hold me down Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't letting them hoes never come around Baby I'll pop a pill and feel I should I should give a whole milly to my hood I done made it out the streets, bitch I'm good Nigga try take something from me I wish you would Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothing I done seen the truth, in plenty things, I'm sticking with who love it Don't do no clubbing you a dummy, get that money boy I catch you coming out that bitch and then I slump the boy
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Gene Hixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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