Lyrics Funds - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Funds

Body after body on these bitch-ass niggas
Yeah we choppin 'em
Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won’t be the ops
Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop
And I been getting money since I learned that I can
Turned up the one who held me down, now it cost me
I be switching up the mode on horizon
Holding on to my pole on the side of the Bentley
Different type of flex I don’t need more cars (slime)
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That’s my bruh, and ima paint with him
Hit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with him
You ain’t finna score shit, shouldn’t have came with him
Post up with them sticks smoke gang switchin'
Snake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers
My clique send them all at your brain niggas
Top of the business I got more points then a beanbag
Tighten your arm up, before you shoot a loose kickback
Layin' on my gravedigger chain, we’ll hit at
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that
Murder through any hood, same with Big Hat
X shit, my little nigga Sewer bang cartel
Rank shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale
You ain’t got to check shit as long as the set well
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I’ve seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Tell her to take the vibe
Upgraded my necklace I’m keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause I’m knowing that you bout that
Can’t let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain’t nothing you can’t get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalking, he a dead sitter
Before I departed away from my soul
Told you my son’ll stay with 'em
He get chased in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out coupe
Homerun, Top Babe Ruth
Keep your cool standing on business
Don’t break no rules never for a penny
I ain’t buying that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, 'till they burried in the city
I popped that boy, I’m mad I ain’t finish
You don’t deserve for to live pussy bitch you ain’t
Count a million cash got the time going slow
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I’ve seen
Riding a wraith out through the night
Tell her to take the vibe
Upgraded my necklace I’m keepin' it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, cause I’m knowing that you bout that
Can’t let a nigga think you an outlet
It ain’t nothing you can’t get, you a breadwinner
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standing on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalking, he a dead sitter
We on your ass nigga
We been gettin' it
Bitch, we on your ass
Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow
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