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youngboy never broke again - head shot lyrics

[intro]
(mommy, india got them beats)
(k4producedit)

[chorus]
ten ain’t got no mind, n+gga, he don’t pick and choose
dee gon’ spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
lil’ bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools
know they trap two different cars right back to back
yeah, yeah

[verse 1]
b+tch, go tell ’em, “free lil meechy baby out that fed’ block”
go tell ’em lil’ cuz still makin’ them hitters get busy with them red dots
go tell ’em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshot
i know he proud right now ’bout how he saw i beat the feds, huh?
stop now, pow+pow, then sped off
i’m with that sh+t, wе tear it down
ol’ b+tch+ass n+gga, boy, you gon’ f+ck around and get your body found
free my daddy, i wanna face my problеms like my mama
we all with that static, lil’ bro, he pop addies, not no traumas
deal with problems, think i’m traumatized, get chastised, he fumble
drive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side, pull your pants up, you see my grandma, b+tch (ho ass boy)
uh+uh, mmm, he’s a motherf+ckin’ animal
he come through like a cannon ball
his gun gon’ straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolved
shoot, let the ar off with monkey nuts, problem solved
[chorus]
ten ain’t got no mind, n+gga, he don’t pick and choose
dee gon’ spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
lil’ bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools
know they trap two different cars right back to back
yeah, yeah

[verse 2]
shoot the whole club up, don’t cost us nothin’, you seen in there
interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up (baow), b+tch, you better not have no kids in there
i’m a millionaire, don’t throw our position, n+gga, then say we ain’t pick ’em fair
n+gga, f+ck that, know he dead, we ain’t even carin’, should’ve caught your ass in there
fly a crip b+tch out just for to let her do my hair
you wanna try me, i play that fair, b+tch, truth or dare (b+tch, truth or let’s go, uh)
know i’m bangin’ red like tony starks, it’s no perhaps, you disrespect, we slump you on your project stairs
it’s all i hear, “they don’t like you, top,” i’m like, “man, who are you? blah+blah”
you gon hear, “pow, pow,” approach me with that rah+rah, b+tch
they know i don’t do no stuntin’
i just wanna end it, f+ck that tension, i’m gon’ throw out money
they don’t do no actin’, i get active, i’m on meds, up on ’em
run up on that b+tch clappin’, once we smash ’em, rip off ’em straight laughin’ like that sh+t be funny

[outro]
(ten ain’t got no mind, n+gga, he don’t pick and choose)
i’ll slime allegiance, n+gga, to the green flag (dee gon’ spray the car from front to back to get rid of you)
of the united states, believe that, of america, b+tch (lil’ bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools)
you better stay on your pivot, n+gga (know they trap two different cars right back to back)
believe it (yeah, yeah)
we gon’ split you
hey, is kentrell in there?

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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