youngboy never broke again – gun smoke lyrics
[intro]
lil neal on the track, so you know the beat retar—
ayy, chris, what you on, bro?
gimme a joke
what you on, bro? (doin’ sh#t, back when i was doin’ this sh#t), hah
ayy, it’s youngboy (i ain’t on sh#t)
you already know me, alright, i ain’t on sh#t, n#gga
i’m on that same sh#t, gang sh#t
[chorus]
murder gang, big boolin’ sh#t (boolin’ sh#t)
smokin’ dope on some coolin’ sh#t (coolin’ sh#t)
don’t tell me to go f#ck with it
n#gga, if you don’t want do this sh#t
tell me how you won’t do this sh#t
fn, glock, mac#10s
comin’ at me on no foolish sh#t (b#tch)
pullin’ in, we spray ’em then (lay it on)
n#ggas steady chokin’ from our gun smoke (pop#pop)
these n#ggas start to runnin’ when my gun blow (pop#pop)
this sh#t can go each way, we gon’ let it blow (pop#pop)
pull up, choppers at your throat (pop), knockin’ at your door
[verse]
i roll like ox, we gon’ have some problems (yeah)
p#ssy n#gga who won’t do it with the dotta, yeah
whack sh#t, spray this b#tch all at your mama (brrap)
or at your mammy, whatever you gon’ call her (ahh, b#tch)
i’ma walk in with a thirty stick (thirty)
move on, i’ma shoot this b#tch (ha)
say somethin’, i ain’t goin’ back on nothin’ (nah)
load up, bullet through that sh#t (through it)
long cutter with the coolin’ kit
hold a shotta, real strong it kick (through his ass)
k!ll ’em all, i don’t know who to get (buck)
lay ’em down, and that stupid b#tch
no, oh, no, i got herm, on god (god)
wildin’ out with these murder cards
slime n#gga, that’s blood gang (slime)
ridin’ ’round with that murder squad (squad)
who said they gon’ k!ll? ayy, i
f#ck n#gga, they don’t know youngboy
broke n#ggas gon’ see these cars (gon’ see these cars)
pullin’ up, hoppin’ out with rods
[chorus]
murder gang, we just boolin’ sh#t
smokin’ dope on some coolin’ sh#t (coolin’)
don’t tell me to go f#ck with it
n#gga, if you don’t want do this sh#t (yeah)
tell me how you won’t do this sh#t (baow)
fn, glock, mac#10s
comin’ at me on no foolish sh#t
pullin’ in, we spray ’em then (lay it on)
n#ggas steady chokin’ from our gun smoke
these n#ggas start to runnin’ when my gun blow (pop#pop)
this sh#t can go each way, we gon’ let it blow
pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin’ at your door
[outro]
hah (what you on, bro?) yeah, huh (we gon’ let it blow)
you know it’s 4k trey, north side dirty, ayy (choppers at your throat)
ain’t n0body safe, we put guns to the face, who gon’ die today?
ol’ b#tch#ass n#gga, slime
blood gang, big boolin’ sh#t, yeah, hah
smokin’ dope on some coolin’ sh#t
yeah, you know what it is, free choppa boy
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