YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Next

What up?
Any last words?
(Ten, ten, ten, ten)
Perc-10, I beat her back in (ha)
(D-Roc)
Huh, huh
Uh, uh, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

Murder man, huh, tell me who the fuck next
Kel-Tec, what's that? Hit this bitch, it split his hat
Bust that, play wit' me, bitch, and I get you bust at
Shorty tryna throw that ass, 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' shit wit' my hoes
I was knockin' niggas asses wit' that stick on the road
And I was stackin' bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes

Talkin' 'bout 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- frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngin's spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)

I just bought the bitch a new Benz, a big bag, nigga
I just might wake up and have the bitch inside a new Frisker
Fuck you mean? I been givin' them bands to my big sister
(Fuck you mean, bitch?)
Fuck is you sayin'? I been buyin' more sticks for all them hitters
I got these hoes and they goin' down, I never run out
We would blitz out and it's goin' down
Fire somethin', get burned down
You ain't even got no money anyway, fuckin' cunt
I can bite on your bitch any day, fuckin' runt (now she talkin')
Body hard, it's slowin' down
Bitch can't calm down, bitch can't run now, got her on that K2
Four-door all grey Lawson, bitch check the car out
Try and make the Glock sound
That bitch got the AP on and it's blue
I jump out, I shoot that strap at all them dudes (talk that shit, YoungBoy)
Fuck is wrong wit' you?
Just look at my neck, I'm way too cool
I fuck him back, he gon' get checked
He ain't got no check, bitch
I wave this TEC across your neck, you die today, bitch
I'm wasted, I'm pacin'
I think I'm Jason, the mask on, erase him
Why you think these pussies copy?
And they know they hate him
The hoes want get him inside it
And you know they chase him
I seen me three hoes in the 'Rarri
She lookin' like a barbie
I just wanna take her throat, make her ass go deep
Catch a opp, then we wack his ass from the nosebleed
Take a bitch straight from out the 'Raq and buy her token things

I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I was been ridin' Maybach and poppin' shit wit' my hoes
I was knockin' niggas asses wit' that stick on the road
And I was stackin' bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes

'Talkin' 'bout 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- frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngin's spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)

Won't you chop some shit like you gon' pull off
Take the stick, tear up the car, bitch
I make all these bitches come and take it off, boss shit
Got that bitch doin' right, buy that bitch a outfit
I ain't have red on the first night, told the bitch blue this shit
I want head on the first night, I can make her mouth sick
Know they talk like that, they lyin', but know they ain't 'bout shit
All my brothers off shit, pop from that car wit' new machines
Please, don't tell me a fuckin' thing (told that bitch, I talk my shit)

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- frrt, pussy ass nigga (baow, baow)
I just want them youngin's spin and spin back, nigga (bah, bah)

Written by:
Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

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