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youngboy never broke again - the last backyard... lyrics

who made this sh+t?
tay tay made the beat
xo, yeah

ayy, tell me when you ready

i ain’t lettin’ ’em talk how they wanna
k!ll ’em, they try to play me
hustlin’, got plenty paper
try to take it, i’m gon’ knock some off
smokin’ on paper, keepin’ my mind on murder
f+ck dissin’, we tryna catch the b+tch in person
that’s when it goes down
ain’t no pick and choose (nah)
we don’t ever lose, we known to break the rules
put that stick on dude
now them n+ggas screamin’ they gon’ stretch me too
blow his mind soon as that b+tch go boom
like design, we don’t leave no clues
you want my name, i want your head
so, what the f+ck you wanna do?

oh
i’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news
them choppers screamin’ like oh
i’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news

n+ggas hatin’, even got the police tryna stop him
he run his mouth ’bout top ‘nem
got the drop and them we popped him
should be glad that you’re not him
in my rolls royce ridin’ with no tint
got them sticks on us like tree limbs
big glocks, big knots, they know him
we be ridin’ around on big rims
we schemin’ tryna zip him and all the rest
shawty hangin’ ’round a b+tch ‘nem, we gon’ put ’em all to rest
them hoes gon’ follow chicks
i’m really ballin’, what i got, buy all again
backyardigans

oh
i’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news
them choppers screamin’ like oh
i’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah

drivin’ fast, can’t get a pass, you crash, n+gga (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
cross the line, we gon’ bust his ass, we gon’ do ’em bad, leave ’em smashed, n+gga
ridin’ around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, n+gga
f+ck all these hoes then i send ’em home and i finish flexin’ while you’re mad, n+gga
when i up, release the whole mag n+gga (i’m mean that)
them boys been hoes at all, they tend to slum it down and they won’t stop
they mad i don’t be tryin’ and i’m hot (and i’m hot)
buy that bentley and i buy another car (another car)
i have ’em wonderin’ how i done got all this money, what the f+ck?
got a watch on both my arms, when they see me pullin’ up (yeah)
got all these youngins with me armed, n+gga, we don’t give a f+ck
it go down, shoot it up
we bust and leave a n+gga stuck
run with the crowd, catch up with us

oh
i’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news
them choppers screamin’ like oh
i’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah

oh (backyardigans)
b+tch on the news (barkyardigans)
i put a b+tch on the news (backyardigans)
i put a b+tch on the news (backyardigans)
n+ggas hatin’, even got the police tryna stop him
he run his mouth ’bout top ‘nem
got the drop and them we popped him
should be glad that you’re not him
in my rolls royce ridin’ with no tint
got them sticks on us like tree limbs
big glocks, big knots, they know him
we be ridin’ around on big rims

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