Hell Nah
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
GENRE
[Intro]
(Clibbo, you’re crazy for this one)
(I’m working on dying)
My favorite car Maybach, ayy
Free D-Dawg
(Ayy Brandon, why you do that?)
[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, oh)
Tryna figure how the fuck I’ma get these racks
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, bitch
[Chorus]
Fuck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘till I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they fuckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
Nigga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck is this clown? He not my friend
Yeah Lil Top, you not my kin
On yo’ top, I drops these bands
Hitta’s knock you out my lens
Yeah, bitch, we bet a hundred not ten
Foreign cars pullin’ off, pullin’ in
Ballin’, better not talk to me then
[Chorus]
Fuck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘till I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they fuckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
Nigga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit
[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, oh)
Tryna figure how the fuck I’ma get these racks
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, bitch
[Verse 2]
Jumped out, Glocks stuckin’ out
I’m trippin’, let me pipe down
[Open Verse]
(Clibbo, you’re crazy for this one)
(I’m working on dying)
My favorite car Maybach, ayy
Free D-Dawg
(Ayy Brandon, why you do that?)
[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, oh)
Tryna figure how the fuck I’ma get these racks
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, bitch
[Chorus]
Fuck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘till I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they fuckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
Nigga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit
[Verse 1]
Who the fuck is this clown? He not my friend
Yeah Lil Top, you not my kin
On yo’ top, I drops these bands
Hitta’s knock you out my lens
Yeah, bitch, we bet a hundred not ten
Foreign cars pullin’ off, pullin’ in
Ballin’, better not talk to me then
[Chorus]
Fuck they talkin’ bout’ bro?
Get the drank, pour the lean up ‘till I’m on the edge
Steady talkin’ like they know
They don’t know, but they know they fuckin’ with my head
Ain’t got time for these hoes, I’m in love with my pole
Nigga know if they play, then it’s off with his head
Gotta go on the road, in the car, plenty dope
Lotta killers with me, that’s a numerous hit
[Bridge]
Came through swervin’ in my favorite car, Maybach (Yeah, oh)
Tryna figure how the fuck I’ma get these racks
Tryna get to me to make me mad like hell nah
Hit yo’ ass with this Gat, bitch
[Verse 2]
Jumped out, Glocks stuckin’ out
I’m trippin’, let me pipe down
[Open Verse]
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