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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Simone Di Franco
Songwriter
Ben Noyes
Songwriter
Nicolò Zangheri
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Simo Fre
Producer
Killer Garth
Producer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Bino
Producer
Lyrics
[Intro]
(BNoise is in his bag, ayy)
(Killer going crazy)
(Simo Fre just killed it)
Uh, uh
[Chorus]
Look, look, I just popped a thirty pack
.45 by the couch, the fuck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn your ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, ****, fuck yeah
'Cause I've been that ****, make her get her out her body
Slap you with this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle
Huh, I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
[Verse 1]
I'm in this car with 3, tryna get at somethin'
He know to drive and not to crash 'cause I'ma hit at somethin'
Bang, bang, bang, bang, back-to-back
Pussy **** throwin' slangs 'til they checked
What about all that shit that you was talking? I'm tryna hear 'bout that
Shoot that bitch all in his motherfuckin' face tats, ****
Fuck your clique, y'all **** pussy, we them real gravediggers
Probably vibe with me if you ever see me do my fuckin' ritual
You a body if I ever catch your pussy ass slipping
[Chorus]
Look, look, I just popped a thirty pack
.45 by the couch, the fuck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn your ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, ****, fuck yeah
'Cause I've been that ****, make her get her out her body
Slap you with this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle
Huh, I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
[Verse 2]
These **** be sayin' they sipping, they lying, I know they ain't drinkin' no red
Know they wanna be like me, richest, yeah, told me what you said
You pussy **** ain't got more riches, boy, you're left for dead
I ain't pullin' all my money out, go ask the fucking feds
[Bridge]
Big knots, big knots and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them lil'-ass twenties, ****, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I just wanna start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, ****, for to bust something
Big knots, big knots and they all blue guap
We ain't showing them lil'-ass twenties, ****, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I just wanna start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, ****, for to bust something
Huh
Old bitch ass
I've been seeing
I've been seeing these bitch-ass **** talkin' 'bout, "Put it on the floor," all on, all in they pictures
Bitch-ass ****, it's already on head
The fuck you talking 'bout, boy?
It's 4KTrey, nobody safe, gang
[Chorus]
I just popped a thirty pack
.45 by the couch, the fuck you thought? Bitch, I'm the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I'm playing and I'ma burn your ass
I'm a rich junkie 'cause I pop Xans, ****, fuck yeah
'Cause I've been that ****, make her get her out her body
Slap you with this pistol or I'll bat you with this bottle
Huh, I've been on that shit that got me rolling, I ain't stopping
And you can't take not one 'cause this a downer and you ain't built like my body
Written by: Ben Noyes, Kentrell Gaulden, Nicolò Zangheri, Simone Di Franco