youngboy never broke again - highway lyrics
[intro: youngboy never broke again]
on the highway, yeah
on the highway
keep that, yeah
[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
all the sh-t that they talk, i don’t care about
i just give a f-ck where to go when the pack out
before i came up, used to post at the traphouse
f-ckin’ on lil shawty, bend her over, blow her back out
thinkin’ i done drunk too much lean, i done tapped out
shootin’ up the club in the whip, i done smashed out
i relapsed on them pills, taking tramadol
f-ck atlantic, want my money, i ain’t callin’ y’all
[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
n-gga play on my son, k!ll all y’all
cell ringing, that’s just ben on the phone call
lot of money and i still wear the same drawers
and i’m still cuttin’ up like a chained dog
need a lamb’ or a wraith when i touch down
still ridin’ ’round in that benz with a four pound
still totin’ guns every day that i float ’round
shoot a n-gga dead in his face when it go down, yeah
[pre-chorus: youngboy never broke again]
uh, on the highway
and i’m still gettin’ it in, countin’ money, on the highway
on the plane with my son, drinkin’ lean, i ain’t been asleep in nine days
if a n-gga lookin’ for me, tell that boy that he know where to find me
[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
all the sh-t that they talk, i don’t care about
i just give a f-ck where to go when the pack out
before i came up, used to post at the traphouse
f-ckin’ on lil shawty, bend her over, blow her back out
thinkin’ i done drunk too much lean, i done tapped out
shootin’ up the club in the whip, i done smashed out
i relapsed on them pills, taking tramadol
f-ck atlantic, want my money, i ain’t callin’ y’all
[verse 2: terintino]
pourin’ this drank, i been up for nine days
f-ck with the lil b-tch, i can never throw shade
ridin’ in a maybach, but i don’t ever use the shade
thought you caught me lackin’, but i’m with the whole gang
on the nba sh-t, linked up with the glo gang
that lil b-tch basic, told her i just want some brain
now she tweakin’, it’s just you off cocaine
h-llcat, chargers, press the b-tton, did the race
[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
all the sh-t that they talk, i don’t care about
i just give a f-ck where to go when the pack out
before i came up, used to post at the traphouse
f-ckin’ on lil shawty, bend her over, blow her back out
thinkin’ i done drunk too much lean, i done tapped out
shootin’ up the club in the whip, i done smashed out
i relapsed on them pills, taking tramadol
f-ck atlantic, want my money, i ain’t callin’ y’all
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