youngboy never broke again – can’t keep up with me* lyrics
can’t keep up with me+ lyrics
lyrics from snippet
[intro]
(17)
(d+roc)
look
[chorus]
pull up in my convertible, still ain’t lookin’ like i’m richer
dior fit straight out the stores, still look like i’m out them trenches
still in there, still deal wit’ cos, still gon’ send them f+ckin’ hittas
know i be on h+lla dope, still on drank but found my rhythm
p+ssy n+ggas can’t still keep up with me
heed that k!llin’ sh+t, but still can’t f+ck with me
i got slimes that bang that fi’, but still gon’ shoot for free
turnt, can’t control me, no, i’m on dope, dope, dope
[verse 1]
i don’t let sh+t go, i say “no, no, no”
i just bought a brand new glock and it ain’t come up out the stoe’
if a opp try to block me off, i shoot this b+tch right on the road
i keep drugs inside my body and won’t let ’em take my soul
uh, uh, dope packs mail like he selling dope
pistol totin’ ass n+gga, keep that polе, huh
check his swag, he make bag with thеse hoes, huh
k!lled that n+gga ’bout that dissing, bet they know now
he wan’ just be like his cousin meechy, real f+ckin’ slime
he wan’ be just like that n+gga yeezy, he wan’ rolls huh
he just wan’ be real f+ckin’ shiesty like his uncle, huh?
he just wan’ be real f+ckin’ icey like he santa son
he say he don’t wanna be n0body, he wan’ be lil top
he say he don’t give a f+ck about it, just give him the guap
he say “i could make an album ’bout it, just don’t f+ckin’ try”
get the f+ckin’ industry on his side, he still gon’ die
[chorus]
pull up in my convertible, still ain’t lookin’ like i’m richer
dior fit straight out the stores, still look like i’m out them trenches
still in there, still deal wit’ cos, still gon’ send them f+ckin’ hittas
know i be on h+lla dope, still on drank but found my rhythm
p+ssy ass n+ggas still can’t keep up with me
heed that k!llin’ sh+t, but still can’t f+ck with me
i got slimes that bang that fi’, but still gon’ shoot for free
turnt, can’t control me, no, i’m on dope, dope, dope
[verse 2]
f+ckin’ on yo’ hoe
know they can’t control me, prolly spit on that lil hoe, b+tch
put me back in jail and i was still in there on go
know that we don’t give no f+ck, try splittin’ him on the road
yeah, that my bro
who be out the window? michael myre, know i put on
bucking, k!ll to jail, don’t k!ll me and they know i let it known
i’ma fl!ck somethin’, told the b+tch don’t call my phone
sent the blitz on ’em, run ’em down like bam, bam, bam
don’t give a f+ck ’bout who up here, we could shoot it down
don’t give a f+ck ’bout if you wit it, you a part of the crowd, clown
k!ll ’em down while you up here wit’ that bl!cky, n+gga
we gon’ probably catch em smokin’ loud, ridin’ round in a
[chorus]
pull up in my convertible, still ain’t lookin’ like i’m richer
dior fit straight out the stores, still look like i’m out them trenches
still in there, still deal wit’ cos, still gon’ send them f+ckin’ hittas
know i be on h+lla dope, still on drank but found my rhythm
p+ssy ass n+ggas still can’t keep up with me
heed that k!llin’ sh+t, but still can’t f+ck with me
i got slimes that bang that fi’, but still gon’ shoot for free
turnt, can’t control me, no, i’m on dope, dope, dope
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