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youngboy never broke again - runnin' from da feds lyrics

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[intro]
mook on the beats
ayy, i come from the north side, you heard me?
ayy, whole lotta k!llin’, whole lot of, you know, burglary
yeah, i’m on this sh+t

[chorus]
now turn up, i ran it up without a pass
and i told ’em, “follow me, i know a way to get that bag”
i was runnin’ through that north, i hit a l!ck without a mask
quick to bust a n+gga ass, don’t give a f+ck if he throw a flag
yeah, try to run up, blow a hole through your ass
i was stolo, ridin’ foreign with my son in a jag
i was f+ckin’ on this shorty, pet her skin when i’m mad
i be on some other sh+t, my mind still in the past
i’m so boomin’ that i’m slime, you can slatt, i’ll wipe your ass
i could nab it like i know you, i’ll still rob your ass
when them n+ggas robbed lil’ ben, i had to run out with that mag
like, “come here,” lil’ b+tch, don’t move, you make a sound, i let it blast

[verse]
lil’ shawty schemin’, i ain’t fallin’ for that
ain’t go to school all by myself, runnin’ your sh+t for that flat
i got my second million dollars, i nеver looked back
i give my youngins twеnty thousand for them to come where you at
and i’m still young, but watch this money in my pockets, molly in my body
i can’t sell no drugs, i ran it up, i came out the socket
i can’t save my money, if i want it, i pull up the body
thirty in my stick and i just put a hundred in my choppa
i be actin’ slow, i’m playin’ dumb, they think i got a problem
i don’t give the fake sh+t no attention just to hide my problems
say she wanna f+ck me, that ain’t right, she go out with my partner
i can’t trust a ho or anybody, i don’t like lil’ mama
pull up to the projects, they be watchin’, they like how i’m wylin’
i won’t tell a thing, he say my name and he forever silent
pull up with some money and narcotics, drugs in my pockets
sit up in that cell and do my dance, i ain’t never stoppin’
walk up on that stage, still got cases pendin’
i used to really think i couldn’t ’til the time i did it
i just want love from other b+tches, she just want my business
jump in that maybach with my stick, yb released from prison
hate don’t love, focus with my head on
the blessings came hard and i’m still livin’ wrong
i looked the devil in his eyes, i could read it
i been betrayed plenty times, it’s to the point i don’t need it
my mom was still gettin’ on my ass ’cause i be totin’ that heater
i come through once, i vroom out there and go hard for lil’ nita
they tell me, “start a business,” i just go to joe to start a corporation
’cause my n+gga all behind that money, i don’t wanna face it
kamiri was in mind, but god done blessed me with another baby
pull up right on time, i tote that .9 so they won’t take my place
text me, money talk like rappin’, love to send a message
k!ll a n+gga, i look real suspicious, i don’t do no flexin’
he’s ejected, you know i be steppin’, racks off, lead the weapon
through your section, ridin’ with a carbon, shoot from out the lexus
i won’t never steady, and i can’t make that work lock up from out of texas
and he can’t tablespoon with that baking soda
it turn tan, spend my money, movin’ through the coaster, watch it land
i know them n+ggas p+ssy, k!ll ’em, it’s another charge
instagram n+gga tellin’ all the business, i just think it’s fraud
whoop a n+gga ass, what i’m swingin’, really think i’m floyd
run up on me, suicidal dreaming, uppin’ with the rod
[chorus]
now turn up, i ran it up without a pass
and i told ’em, “follow me, i know a way to get that bag”
i was runnin’ through that north, i hit a l!ck without a mask
quick to bust a n+gga ass, don’t give a f+ck if he throw a flag
yeah, try to run up, blow a hole through your ass
i was stolo, ridin’ foreign with my son in a jag
i was f+ckin’ on this shorty, pet her skin when i’m mad
i be on some other sh+t, my mind still in the past
i’m so boomin’ that i’m slime, you can slatt, i’ll wipe your ass
i could nab it like i know you, i’ll still rob your ass
when them n+ggas robbed lil’ ben, i had to run out with that mag
like, “come here,” lil’ b+tch, don’t move, you make a sound, i let it blast

[outro]
slime

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