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Young Boy Never Broke Again - Colors (Deluxe) Album Lyrics



Young Boy Never Broke Again - Colors (Deluxe) Lyrics






Long Live

Time for demolition, up the gat penetrating
Trap wasn't vacant, broke in places for to get us a payment
He deal that boy, he living hard, she thinkin' that it's amazing
Like he ain't tired, she gotta grind if she wanna amaze him
If you know he ain't gon' die for you
What the f*ck you think he gon' give his all for?
Put his whole life on the line and lose it all to you?
Like bitch I had it hard, you think I used to break in cars
Stand on the block just me and Vaughn with not one rod, servin' hard
Used to think coca with the soda would turn my life over
Ran into a problem, hand on the chopper turned me to a soldier
Think 'bout my mama, feel I'm her best man but didn't get the notice
Hanging out that window with my left hand, tryna roller-coaster
Think I been tryna get put on my whole life for a nigga to take my whole life?
Now I roll dice and I know I gotta keep my soul tight
Chasin' hoes through the day, sleepin' with 'em through the night
F*ck around and get you zipped up, identified on that site
My nigga died from that boy, no, he ain't died from that pipe
Youngin' in Adidas he want rank so by the night he gon' need stripes
Live by the gun, youngin', keep a heater ain't have it once, it cost his life
F*cked up once, bitch, screamin', "Even", ho why I got you in my life?
Wonder how Meechy feel 'bout Artist
Wonder how this bitch feel knowing that I keep it too real
And won't let me see my daughter
Wonder how that boy feel in this war field took half his whole army
Praying that I'm gon' heal knowing God here
Know you hear my soul alarming

I'm like, uh
Slip up, they gon' take my life
Keep my pistol real tight
They won't take me out tonight
I'm like, uh, oh
But I've been tryna do it right
Fightin' with demons through the night
Behind this flag, he lose his life

Chasing money, jail time, these niggas dying, I had a hard year
Behind that flag, youngin' gotta die or make sure that he gon' kill
South vers' west, through it I will never lie
Ain't no welcome for that boy in here
It ain't no squashin', I'll never end it
I'm screaming murder, nigga, long live
Put in situations kind of make me hate you, now I'm wrong here
Sent a text, see what you sayin', I read, it say, "I'm all alone here"
Up in jail, you said this, came home, now you never call here
Now she tell her mama, "He got new bitch, and he don't want her around him"
Dirty-ass nigga attention's towards you, genuine as pain
Lord know he doing anything for you but you don't feel remorse behind a thing
But this ain't the life of regrets, who am I to sit and judge a thing?
Tryna double back, I'ma let you talk behind my back while I watch the game

I'm like, uh
Slip up, they gon' take my life
Keep my pistol real tight
They won't take me out tonight
I'm like, uh, oh
But I've been tryna do it right
Fightin' with demons through the night
Behind this flag, he lose his life

I'm like, uh
Slip up, they gon' take my life
Keep my pistol real tight
They won't take me out tonight
I'm like, uh, oh
But I've been tryna do it right
Fightin' with demons through the night
Behind this flag, he lose his life
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Writer: Aman Nikhanj, David Kim, Davood Nadimi Boushehri, Eelis Oikarinen, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leonardo Soares Mateus
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Bring It On

(Any last words?)
(D-Roc)

I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, catch 'em let it go, nigga, big stack
Bitch nigga, f*ck nigga
Catch 'em, we gon' knock his ass
All these niggas hoes
And they know I be on they ass (ahh)
Nigga say they want me, I be on it
I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, nigga know I let go that, buss his ass (let's go)
That's my gang bro, momma, he ain't make it home

Plenty killings in the f*ckin' city
I'm out of action, I ain't been up in it
Said the whole town with that murder business
Said them young niggas wit' them thirties sittin'
Waitin', for to pull another killin'
Rap niggas catch this whole semi
F*ck 'round, leave his soul different
Don't bring me in no mentions (no)
Got this thirty on me, nigga (yeah)
Find out where they home, they gon' all get it
I been tryna raise my children, ain't whack something in a lil' minute
These niggas, they know I'm wit' it
No, they don't want drag me in it
It's gon' be some bullets flyin' and mommas cryin' inside the city
They know this murder shit, I came in with and leave out with it
They know I'm bloody, got more bodies then they whole committee
Ever since a toddler, been a problem, they can't f*ckin' get me
Lil' bro gon' pop out with it

Ring around the rosie
Pussy tryna down me
Know the police on me
They know that they can't clone me
Shawty say she want me
Know that I got money
Say that they don't like me
'Cause I'm always stuntin' (yeah)

Know for a fact soon as he lack that I'm gon' stretch him
This ain't no Hellcat, nigga, this a catch-him
Let him talk that shit, they must don't want him
Draco gon' neglect him
Left him baptized right there on that corner
They know who the f*ck blessed him

Tell 'em bring it on, let's get it, ohh, oh
Momma, I got demons inside my body
All these niggas gon' get it, they knowin' how I'm rockin'
I tell 'em bring it on let's get it, ohh, oh
Momma, I got demons inside my body
They know that I been chill, and they tryna bring me out it
Let's collect they body

On the phone with my brother, he lurkin'
We catch 'em, we do 'em dirty, we be leavin' 'em now
In the car while them niggas be swervin'
They pullin' on side, nobody left breathin' in there
On my knees, on side of the bed, I'm prayin' with beads
I know they receivin' 'em now
I'm like, "God, I'm tryin', so please
Them niggas be trippin', they steady be bringin' me there"
I don't give a f*ck if kids in there
I just want to see his braincells
Tryna knock his f*ckin' brains out, brains out
He stunt for Insta, at your funeral
Just tell your momma invite 'em all (all)
It's gon' be a f*ckin' bang-out, bang-out

I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, catch 'em let it go, nigga, big stack
Bitch nigga, f*ck nigga
Catch 'em, we gon' knock his ass
All these niggas hoes
And they know I be on they ass

Tell 'em bring it on, let's get it, ohh, oh
Momma, I got demons inside my body
All these niggas gon' get it, they knowin' how I'm rockin'
I tell 'em bring it on let's get it, ohh, oh
Momma, I got demons inside my body
They know that I been chill, and they tryna bring me out it
Let's collect they body

It's YoungBoy
Ayy, bitch-ass nigga, say, if you ain't Quando, say
Don't bring no blue flag around me
If you ain't somebody that he love
Bitch-ass nigga, don't call me cuz, you already know what it is
We gon' tie your pussy-ass up
And that's off the flap, nigga
Tell these niggas bring it on, they some motherf*ckin' cheerleaders
You heard me?
And I'm still ridin' wit' that .45, and it's still illegal
Tell them niggas get at me, slime, you heard me?
You already know how I'm rockin'
You already know how I get it poppin'
Bitch-ass nigga, we dyin' behind this green flag
You heard me? You better keep your rocket
It's Northside, 38, 4KT, FreeDDawg
Who gon' die today?

I see a new hat, nigga with a blue flag
Big Mac, catch 'em let it go, nigga, big stack
Bitch nigga, f*ck nigga
Catch 'em, we gon' knock his ass
All these niggas hoes
And they know I be on they ass
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Writer: Daniel Lebrun, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






No Switch

(Rrt, boaw, boaw, bitch)
These niggas hoes (ay, chase him)
You already know how I get down, you heard me
These bitch-ass niggas (we gon' beat they ho up)
You know how it turn out every time (you already know bitch)
You heard me, I'm out that North (that Northside), you heard me
I'ma make pistols spark, you heard me (bitch, it's 3800 block, you heard me)
They be hard, you heard me (bitch)
They be like Yamaha, you heard me (hop up on that track)
.45 Glocks and shit (then you better not cross that railroad)

All these niggas talking 'bout them switches
Choppa came automatic, red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass, that be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me, so bet, let's get it started
They know I be the murder mane, we bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show 'em how that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' 'bout that glizzy switch, my nigga get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (mhm)
Don't do no missin' with these K's, and that's on Dave (mhm)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout where you from
We leave you slumped, and that's on Dump
On bottom the Draco, got a drum
Come out the window then he dump (boaw, boaw)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money where he stay at
I'm a child, that's how I play it
Watchin' toons while gettin' head, Backyardigans inside my bed
Then I switch to Bob the Builder, take a bitch then body build her
They know I like bodies, I catch bodies with' the slimest niggas
They know I be wildin', from my momma house I shot a nigga
F*ck it, should'a split his fitted

All these pussy niggas talkin' 'bout switches
Choppa came automatic, red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass, that be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me, so bet, let's get it started
They know I be the murder mane, we bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show 'em how that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' 'bout that glizzy switch, my nigga get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

Shorty, got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle
Don Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics
1942 or pour a four, I go to diddy boppin'
Makeup on my face, so either way, bitch, you don't want my problems
They know I'm gon' see about it, they know I don't give no f*ck
They know they don't want to see Lul Tim jump from out that truck
They know Quando rollin' like them 60s, buck, he put you up
Know I'm a thug-ass nigga out that North, and I'ma throw it up
And I'm in this bitch, I whacked that bitch but innocent
I buy my baby momma anything, bitch, 'cause I'm really rich
I pull up on that silly shit, I'm laughin' but it turn out trash
Try to fight me, I'ma pop your daddy
4MATIC, you gon' catch me in that Maybach flashin'

This choppa came automatic, red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass we drop his ass, that be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me, so bet, let's get it started
They know I be the murder mane, we bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show 'em how that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' 'bout that glizzy switch, my nigga get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

Nigga, I'm way from the South, bitch
I'm from the bottom of the (my lil' nigga get your soul lit)
I'm from the bottom of the motherf*ckin' United States (that gravediggin' shit)
You heard me, we nothin' but some alligators, you heard me
Some rapper slayers (f*ck around and get that pole hit)
You already know 4 (ain't no partner, bitch)
You know it, whole lot of convicts and shit, haha
Pussy-ass niggas, they don't like me
Bitch, I don't like you neither
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Writer: Giovanni Gardner, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Smoke One

Smoke one for every time they fold on me
F*ck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin'
Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones that rode for 'em
F*ck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah

Know I got you if you hold it down
Forever with 'em, know that's my round
If they say it's up, then it's goin' down
Know I'm chasin' money, I ain't sittin' 'round
Ridin' in the car, hundred-somethin' 'rounds
Keepin' my guard, watching my thoughts, no music on, I don't hear a sound
Know grandma don't think real highly of me
Probably why your bitch wan' f*ck me
Probably why your nigga wanna touch me
But you know it turn out ugly, ooh
Frank Sinatra with John Gotti in a Maybach
That's just me and my engineer, hope it don't go down
'Cause Lord know I don't want him 'round that
Face expression get you bust-up, better watch who you frown at
I ain't in the mood, they know I'm f*cked up
Say I'm good but it turned bad
It turned spar, bust your head, send you to God
Iso, just me and my boy, we playin' chess, we dreamin' hard
We dreamin' large 'bout the money out there
Know it's a beef for me and a beef for you, my nigga
He like, "They beef with you then they beef with me, my nigga"
Then I had to tell him, "It don't get realer, nigga"
He facin' over forty-somethin' years
That's my system, nigga, I'm with you, nigga

Smoke one for every time they fold on me
F*ck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin'
Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones that rode for 'em
F*ck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah

Niggas checkin' from me, she must thinkin' that I want some
Know she trippin' bad, 'cause for a fact, no, I'm not on nothin'
Slidin' in that Maybach, know I'm plottin' on some
Twenty million up, don't give a f*ck, they like I'm on some
Youngboy, you know I bust at somethin'
Blitz 'em, know I'm rushin' somethin'
Pull up with my top-down in a Cutlass, it ain't even summer
Know these bullets hot as hell, it's gon' be a cold summer
I was 'posed to marry her, got me thinkin' that I'm wrong or somethin'
It's just me and Nick, nigga, New York like a Knick, nigga
These pussies know I zip niggas, still ain't made it out, but rich, nigga
Tell these niggas, "Hold up, watch me burn six figures" (watch me burn)
Like, boy, you know ain't f*ckin' with me and my clique's sicker

Smoke one for every time they fold on me
F*ck these niggas 'cause I know that they ain't on nothin'
Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones that rode for 'em
F*ck 'em all, 'cause I don't owe nothin', yeah

Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (on they top, nigga)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (put 'em on they top)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (send 'em on they top)
Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone

Tryna make sure that I win, need plenty ways to make it
I really feel these niggas fakin'
They gotta kill me if they wan' take it
These niggas wanna take my place from me, I'm to trill, yeah, too real
Real grave digger, I'm NBA, Northside, 38, for real
Know for a fact, nigga
They know I ain't playin' with all these fake niggas
Nigga know these dog hoes ain't got no safe, nigga
Wanna eat yo' plate, nigga
Shit, what it is, f*ck how you feel
See how he feel when this K hit him
Nigga claimin' that they hard 'bout it
They break soon as that Drac' hit 'em, yeah
Stand on that block, we had it hard all night
Soon as I'm feelin' down, I stop and talk to God on sight
Like why these bitches changin' on me like my heart ain't right?
They know I'm real and niggas still wanna take my life
Gotta do it right and raise my sons, I'm like YoungBoy Almight'
Trust inside my flag and in my gang, rog and rod, I hold it tight
Gotta tuck 'em in, if I die tonight
Bitch, I'm up as long as you believe, I'm right here on your side

Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (on they top, nigga)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (put 'em on they top)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (send 'em on they top)
Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (on they top, nigga)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (put 'em on they top)
Smoke one, light one, zip one, get 'em gone (send 'em on they top)
Revenge, gon' spin somethin', I'm gone
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Writer: Aman Nikhanj, Anthony Kailen Martinez, Benjamin Ibrahimovic, David Kim, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






2Hoo

Three-sixty, I'm with it, she eat it, I lick it
Movin' fast, I'm on her ass, okay, I get it
Grab her hair, she throw it back, I'm hittin' it, givin' her the business
Murder scene, the stick too up her body, know I had to kill it
I'm with it, I ain't finished, let's get it, ooh
I grip her body, make sure I got it, hold on, I ain't through
Can't figure what you do to me, know what I'ma do to you
Say she can't get enough of me, say, "I can't get enough too"
Now turn around, I beat it down, she say she wan' go some rounds
I ask, "How many?", She say, "Two" (she say, "Two")
I keep her 'round, I asked her can she bring some friends
Smoke out the pound, she asked, "How many?", I say, "Two"

Say she like it, ooh, ooh
Then I start to hittin' it bad
She get on top, she Milly Rock, I vision lots amounts of cash
Swim in her waist but it's okay
Try giving lots amounts of ass
Shoot on her face, I did that bad, she say, "Bad, bad"
Steady run away and I don't like it
I just wanna hit it up on my own way, so please don't fight it
How many? I say, "Two"
Want expedition with yo' friend and you
Hope you with it and not trippin' on me like you way too cool

Three-sixty, I'm with it, she eat it, I lick it
Movin' fast, I'm on her ass, okay, I get it
Grab her hair, she throw it back, I'm hittin' it, givin' her the business
Murder scene, the stick too up her body, know I had to kill it
I'm with it, I ain't finished, let's get it, ooh
I grip her body, make sure I got it, hold on, I ain't through
Can't figure what you do to me, know what I'ma do to you
Say she can't get enough of me, say, "I can't get enough too"
Now turn around, I beat it down, she say she wan' go some rounds
I ask, "How many?", She say, "Two" (she say, "Two")
I keep her 'round, I asked her can she bring some friends
Smoke out the pound, she asked, "How many?", I say, "Two"

I'm thuggin' and she love it, never with the fussin'
I got two in here at once, I hope that they don't go to scuffin'
She wan' two, she don't want one
Don't got no rubber, I'm in trouble
But got four, not two, I'm clutchin'
She just waitin' on me to f*ck her
Like Hugh Hefner, this a house of business
So don't bring no problems
Taking pictures, better not let me find out 'bout it
Give you my location, I'm gon' drop 'em then I pop ya
You my lil' baby, that's your sister, hope you got it
I want two, now what about you?

Three-sixty, I'm with it, she eat it, I lick it
Movin' fast, I'm on her ass, okay, I get it
Grab her hair, she throw it back, I'm hittin' it, givin' her the business
Murder scene, the stick too up her body, know I had to kill it
I'm with it, I ain't finished, let's get it, ooh
I grip her body, make sure I got it, hold on, I ain't through
Can't figure what you do to me, know what I'ma do to you
Say she can't get enough of me, say, "I can't get enough too"

Can't get enough, I got two in here at once
I hope that they don't go to scuffling
I say, ooh-ooh
Ain't got no rubber, I'm in trouble
But got four, not two, I'm clutchin'
She just waitin' on me to f*ck her
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Writer: Aaron Gilfenbain, Jason Goldberg, Jonathan Gabor, Kentrell Gaulden, Nicolas Simon Schmidt
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






DC Marvel

(Comin' up)
Yeah
(Beezo need cash only, you dig?)
(Og Parker)

Had to tell her I'm a fan of her
Thug so hard that a nigga might damage her
Let her on the team, and you see she ran it up
Turnt up, bad, real flash, can't handle her
Do you love me? "I do"
Started off slow, than you see, I sped it up
None of these niggas do not compared to us
Can't be me, need the one ahead of us, yeah (ah)
Cum on her face
Know that I'm ready now that she been fed (know that I'm ready)
I know that you baked
But know you'll never get none of my red (none of my drank)
I'ma do me, I be turnt up til' tomorrow ('til tomorrow)
Got in the whip like Spiderman, Batman, DC Marvel

I need drugs now, baby
I need a long vacation
I need ten girls, and ten Porsches in my home now, baby (skrrt, skrrt)
I need guitars for the singin', play when I'm down
I need X's, sex's, and Xans for the calm down
I got guns up, know he hit, I run down (boom, boom)
She gon' whine it up, then I see she twerk now
Nigga, you pussy, you can't find us
One flaw, that's it, your time is up
Fell down, shit, back now I'm climbin' up
Strapped up, these niggas ain't linin' us

Had to tell her I'm a fan of her
Thug so hard that a nigga might damage her
Let her on the team, and you see she ran it up
Turnt up, bad, real flash, can't handle her
Do you love me? "I do" (I do)
Started off slow, than you see, I sped it up
None of these niggas do not compared to us
Can't be me, need the one ahead of us, yeah (ah)
Cum on her face
Know that I'm ready now that she been fed (know that I'm ready)
I know that you baked
But know you'll never get none of my red (none of my drank)
I'ma do me, I be turnt up til' tomorrow ('til tomorrow)
Got in the whip like Spiderman, Batman, DC Marvel

We shot marbles out the gutter
That's my blooda, my gang member
King of the Jungle, like I'm Simba
I just put inside December
I'm so realer than all these niggas
She more wider then all them women
Emo, richest f*ckin' villains
Wear my face paint with my niggas
Don't drink cup just for my tea
Just need cup, don't need no weed
Riding lil' shorty like Luigi
Hittin' from the back, I'm just like, "Wee"
Smokin' these cigarettes, I can't breathe
Tell me where I buy new lungs?
Tell me where I buy new hearts?
Baby, 'cause all my love gone
Baby, why you call my phone?
When you know you got a nigga
Just wanna treat you like I'm gonna kill you
I'm a real rockstar nigga
Hate these rappers, so I pop stars
Pull out my blicky and drill 'em
Yeah, pull out my bat, and I sin 'em
Pussy-ass, wack-ass lizards

Had to tell her I'm a fan of her
Thug so hard that a nigga might damage her
Let her on the team, and you see she ran it up
Turnt up, bad, real flash, can't handle her
Do you love me? "I do" (I do)
Started off slow, than you see, I sped it up
None of these niggas do not compared to us
Can't be me, need the one ahead of us, yeah (ah)
Cum on her face
Know that I'm ready now that she been fed (know that I'm ready)
I know that you baked
But know you'll never get none of my red (none of my drank)
I'ma do me, I be turnt up til' tomorrow ('til tomorrow)
Got in the whip like Spiderman, Batman, DC Marvel

I need drugs now, baby
I need a long vacation
I need ten girls, and ten Porsches in my home now, baby (skrrt, skrrt)
I need guitars for the singin', play when I'm down
I need X's, sex's, and Xans for the calm down
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Writer: Bishop Grinnage, Jason Goldberg, Joshua Parker, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






How You Been

(Leor, light it up)
(Oh, Hicks made this shit)

How you been? how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other

It ain't even been that long it feel like sixteen years
Been with me since my sixteenth year
Seem to can't shed a tear
Since you been gone it been goin' down
World know I'm known to kill
It's been so hard for to live life, I miss the real
I'm like Lil Dave how you been doing? I been still in the dark
I'm like Lil Tug what you been doing? I been still in the struggle
Lil Jordan, you know how I be doing, tell my grandma that I love her
Big Dump, you know I miss you, hope you watching over your lil' brother
How I been? holdin' on, I know, know
You ain't here I'm still breathing after all I should be gone
Thankful that I'm still living, you know I just want you 'round

How you been? how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other

Know how we got it, we come straight from the gutter
You know me still out here hustling
No, we'll never stop thuggin'
Still hold it down for our brothers, know all we got is each other
Plus Montana never hurtin' for nothin', wish you could see how we bubble
You gone to me, I never lost you so together we forever win
Slip one time we launching so we strapped, talking ten to ten
Kill one then we killed one back to back, this shit won't ever end
Ridin' round with' Lil Ben, I got his back so I forever ten

How you been? how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other

How you been? how you been my brother?
All alone where I been
I hope we thinkin' 'bout each other
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Writer: Daniel Valvano, Ethan Hicks, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leor Shavah, Luca Steinkirchner
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.






Expensive Taste

(D-roc)

F*ck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga with millions, straight from the bottom, my nigga
Gravedigga and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

Big issues, he ain't trippin' cause his sack thicker
Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that nigga
Got to know I'm ready, she know I been waitin' plenty minutes
And she too bad for them jeans, can't do no skinny dippin'
Ain't never worried 'bout these niggas, I do the realest pimpin'
Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it
From off the porch, they'll never know how these diamonds glistin'
Made it out, young nigga been on suicidal missions
I got on gang attire nigga, this be the best of linen
Ride in a Lincoln with linky, no, I don't need your lendin'
She think she got one up on me, I blew a bag on my homie
I got a chance and I boned it, think all these niggas are phony
Wake up and smoke in the mornin', I rep that flag with my blood
And tese niggas know that I'm on it, I let off shots in the club
And these bitches wan' meet my mommy, but you know you not my girl
Flood her finger with diamonds, no, I can't turn up your world
This a new key, better have your shit together when you see me
Nigga know I'm covered down in green, but for a fact, I'm bleedin'
Nigga knowin' that I'm strapped, you better clap soon as you see me
Won't buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason
Cocaine white like I'm sellin' drugs
That's a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why?
'Cause he been with' me way before I even knew who I was
Lil' shorty with' me and she got me, she don't care 'bout no buzz
1942 get her drunk, she gon' leave with' a buzz
The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug
What the f*ck wrong with' me?
Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million
Ain't no slippin' on my pimpin', got it on me know I'm grippin'
Every time I sent a blitz they zipped 'em, rare they fail a mission
'Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come
Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb, I'm never done
Check how my pockets, got them mumps
Check how them Draco's got them drumbs
Make a beat like a bad, flood her with bads
Make her so hot, they gon' think she got a tan
Nigga, know I'm known to buss my gun
For a fact I ain't never ran, this who I am
Better speak clear or I can't hear what you sayin'

F*ck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga with millions, straight from the bottom, my nigga
Gravedigga and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

Dirty cutter, crazy how it chop and clean up the block
Won fights inside the hood
Lost fights inside the block, it never stop
Come from the ground, I ain't use a crane, I rushed to top
Play with' them glizzys like Shmurda, they know that lil' nigga hot
And I got ten cars, I ain't never showed the shit that I got
I could have ten broads, but ain't nothin' worth the bitch on my side
Could be the best one recordin', but ain't nothin' worth Jason spot
I get in, then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat
He can be a robber, bet that nigga won't stick his hand in my pot
Cut off his arm, bet he won't say that he took off on AI
I had it hard, I walked on feet, but now fly on a G5
Hope he don't think he could G me, I ain't goin for no G, five
And that my blood, he get it brackin', he got to war when we firin'
Yeah, that my 10 to then end, we gon' spin
Got Dior on my glasses, and got Nick behind the lens
Just me, my sister, my momma and girl, no I don't need no friends
I don't got a gun, I got a knife for when they kickin' in
I'm sleepin' lightly through the night, just incase Casper in
I got them capsules in New York, and they got molly in it
Imagine every friend with' the shit, just don't let holly in
F*ck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
For to buy a flight and get away after I pop me a nigga
I take a flight and get away cause I can't tolerate niggas
Got to get mine, straight out the gate, hustlin' for more than eight figures

F*ck that money, got a black card, my Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my niggas
He this and that, but tell me, how the f*ck do they figure?
He worried 'bout any one these niggas or these bitches (how, how)

F*ck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga with millions, straight from the bottom, my nigga
Gravedigga and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

It's Slimeto, Lil Top, AI
Youngboy nigga, Kentrell
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Writer: Daniel Lebrun, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Cage Feeling

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)
Yeah
I wonder if Lil Tug and Jordan can hear me
I ain't got much to give
Barely seen love, seem like the fake be the first thing appear
I ain't never takin' back what I said, not even once I'm killed
I don't wanna do it, now they say I'm wrong and I'm who kept it real
I just wanna turn this shit around, now that I see it clear

They took the soul from Boozilla
Killed Lil Dave when I was little
Since the time I ain't found forgiveness
That shit turned me into a killer
Came from sellin' drugs with my nigga
Went and found a thousand ways to get it
They done found a thousand ways to down me
I don't give a f*ck 'cause now I don't feel 'em
I ain't have a thing when I was a lil' one
Whatever my children want they gettin' it
I done lost my patience in that prison
I done lost my cadence, cases pendin'
I can see the fakeness, faces grinnin'
Can see that they don't want me in it
If I can't trust her, I can't love her
I done walked away from plenty

See me go, as I fly away from these niggas
They just want to keep up in my business, I say f*ck 'em
They don't need me, no
I'm wastin' time on these bitches
I'm wastin' time, soon as I trust 'em I'm in trouble

This a deserved Bentley
This that new hustle hard edition, I say swerve in it
Come up from hustle, heart of trenches, blew out curbs in it
They feel like I done lost my mind and I feel tempted
I feel like they want to keep me down and I'm still winnin'
And I'm still in it, leavin' richer than I came in
With two new hoes, for every one bitch got my name bent
Smile through it all, they still ain't askin' where my pain went
Or even if it left, it never did, I ain't gotta frame shit
After all it's still the same shit, after all I still ain't gain shit
Now you blamin' me and I caught you first
I ain't with' all this lil' game shit
Been with you, I ain't seein' the same bitches
Say it ain't true, you engaged in it
Had a broken heart and I played in it
And now I got this cage feelin'

I said, see me go, as I fly away from these niggas
They just want to keep up in my business, I say f*ck 'em
They don't need me, no
I'm wastin' time on these bitches
I'm wastin' time, soon as I trust 'em I'm in trouble

I'm in trouble nigga, I can't
I can't, I can't trust neither one of them, none of 'em
They got, they got me with a cage feelin' or some shit, all this shit
But you know, you know I'm holdin' up
I'm holdin' up longer than a, longer than a bridge ,nigga
That's who I'm is
Longer than a bridge, believe that
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Writer: David Blom, Jason Goldberg, Jordan Oliver Edon, Junior Sinchi, Kentrell Gaulden, Leonardo Soares Mateus
Copyright: Lyrics © NOW WE MAJOR PUBLISHING LLC, Songtrust Ave






Dis and That

(Mommy, India got the beats)
(Leor, light it up)
Let me tell you, what?
(Thanks Yakree)

They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute and I'm bootin' up
They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas and I'm tooled up
These niggas got me f*cked up, YoungBoy, they got you f*cked up?
These niggas never touched us, bitch, you know I'll get you busted up

They like, "Dis that, dis that", please get off my dick now
You know that I don't give no f*ck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone
I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", lil' YoungBoy and I'm rich now
All them gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town

Say, Lil' daddy calm down, 'fore I whoop you like my son, bitch
Ridin' 'round on that dumb shit, hundred round drums in these sticks
I'm tooted up, I'm booted up, I'm out my body in this bitch
Stuntin' for that hoe, you a make a nigga leave yo' body in front that bitch
Clean on for anything, nothing 'bout gang pendants 'round
Soon as I touch the city, they know it's murder in town
Yeah, I don't f*ck around, bitch, I say, "Bump it down" (bitch)
Draw down with them dirty sticks and go to dumpin' 'round this bitch
I cannot stop buckin', bitch, I'm chewed up, drugs inside my body
I'm leanin' hard off that R, they'll think I'm on the Roxy
They know lil' brotha ready for to spin, call 'em kamikaze (spin)
Suicidal slime him, you don't stop 'em, know that he gon' pop ya
Quando 'bout that jump out gang (yeah)
Make these niggas hold up
Nothin' but green flags around this bitch (gang)
These pussy niggas froze up (hang)
They only zipped one of us up
Left five his brothers with they toes up
Pussy nigga with all that rapping, and he know what up
Play with me it's going down, nigga
My mama say, "It's thug life in that Nawf"
That's where I'm found, nigga
My young nigga caught up in that drug life
He distributin' them pounds, nigga
Hold on, boaw, yeah, let me do my dance for all these hoes
Hold on, boaw, nigga, money fannin', then I touch my toes

They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute and I'm bootin' up
They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas and I'm tooled up
These niggas got me f*cked up, YoungBoy, they got you f*cked up?
These niggas never touched us, bitch, you know I'll get you busted up

They like, "Dis that, dis that", please get off my dick now
You know that I don't give no f*ck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone
I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", lil' YoungBoy and I'm rich now
All them gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town

Man, tell that YouTuber or streamer whatever he is
Stop playing with' me, bitch
'Cause I ain't layin' like that, know them gunners layin' with' me, bitch
I ain't got no Instagram, no social media, I wasn't talkin' to your bitch
Ol' ugly-ass bitch, you disgusting, man, y'all niggas make me sick
Oh, now I'm in this bitch, yeah, I'm on five sticks, yeah
Leanin' bad, it's lose or win, I'm divin' in yo' shit, yeah
This that slime shit, play dumb, lose yo' mind quick
Them who all them rappers hate
Nigga, know that's my clique (nigga, that's murder gang)

They ain't let me in this bitch in a lil' minute and I'm bootin' up
They done let me in this bitch with all my niggas and I'm tooled up
These niggas got me f*cked up, YoungBoy, they got you f*cked up?
These niggas never touched us, bitch, you know I'll get you busted up

They like, "Dis that, dis that", please get off my dick now
You know that I don't give no f*ck, get mad and get yo' bitch gone
I'm like, "Big stacks, big stacks", lil' YoungBoy and I'm rich now
All them gunners trail me 'round, while I'm ridin' through the town

Triple hot, 38, bankroll
We gon' leave 'em stretched, he just ain't know
Pussy nigga know, huh, how we get down
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Writer: India Williams, Jack Thierer, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leor Shavah
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING






Gangsta

Ohh, oh, ohh, hey, oh
(Mario)

Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what Heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss, I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma I'm forever fine

He gon' pay that fine, if he violate this flag (ooh)
Change on my brother and my sisters, I could never do
Sex, money, murder plus Lil Dee ho fine like Damu (Damu)
Them niggas hoes, they only say shit 'bout what I do

Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what Heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss, I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma I'm forever fine

Know I keep that iron, I remember when Lil Dave died
I done seen Montana cryin' when Dump had left I play it safe now
She f*ck with the opps, she can not be my bae now
Got 'em mad they want they beam on top the diamond on my face, huh
Everybody I speak about, they know I ain't lyin', I ain't never capped out
Get my brother to slang that iron, these niggas be dyin', they say I flashed out
I'm too ahead of my time, I'm overdue, that's what the hate be 'bout
I ain't scared, know that I could die, you could get it too

Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what Heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss, I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma I'm forever fine

I'm steady screamin' gang, baby, granny gran' baby righteous
Three hundred bands later, I still ain't drop and y'all united
They say Lil Tim the biggest opp
Stepped on that boy, don't do no fightin'
Yellow tape, Glocks, macs and carbons
F*ck the industry, don't like us
Two hundred grand out for your pockets
Like f*ck that let me buy the body
They know we really 'bout it, 'bout it
Straight Master P, no Playboi Carti
They say that I'm the walkin' dead (skrrt)
So I'm on point inside this Rari
Got to make sure one inside the head
Before I walk inside this party
I guess that it could get wicked
Extensions stuffed in my glizzy
I think I'm over-committed
Disloyal, that's all these niggas
Can't trust 'em, that's all these bitches
They will change with the quickness
Forget about you in prison
Guess it's safe to say keep your distance
Hold on, wait, need a minute, I go, I'm goin' like Nipsey
Screamin' out that I'm crippin', the realest niggas gon' feel me
Drug dealers and killers, we standin' on nation business
Over a couple million, I put it back in the trenches
Never, I won't surrender and always I'm gon' remember
30 clip it get empty, I take it from out my denim
Thirty Crips bangin' 60s, they wit' me ain't got no temper
Situations get sticky, I'm standin' up wit' my pistol
My bitch actin' like she don't need me
I'm leavin', don't even trip on it
I'm leanin', blind in my Benzo, another reason to get gon'
While rockin' a Yeezy, Adidas, I pray to Jesus I get home
I'm just tryna make a hundred G's off this flip phone

Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I'm gon' stunt somethin'
Industry don't like me 'cause I'm thuggin' and I'm dangerous
Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out
Gangsta, hope that's what I scream while I'm bleedin' out
Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life
Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what Heaven like
Tryna get me but they miss, I say these niggas ain't been steppin' right
I ain't worried about that shit, I tell my momma I'm forever fine
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Writer: Jason Goldberg, Jonathan Demario Priester, Kentrell Gaulden, TyQuain Bowman
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Know Like I Know

(Fah)
Shoot at a nigga in the face behind NBA
Believe that, ha (bah, bah, bah)
You already know that would be my song (steppin' in place, nigga)
Yeah, you know you hear that bih (goddamn, BJ with another one)
Get on the ground
(Shoutout to KP for that beat)
Like I know, know like I know
What she say? What she say? She say "Big 4L"
Ayy, ayy, ayy, get on your ass (Bboy dripping that)

I bet your momma be destroyed, nigga
When we send your stupid ass to God
For makin' statements, choosing' sides
About my beef with them lil' boys
I could say I saw it, you could say I was your favorite, nigga
Better stay up in your place, bitch
F*ck around and get your face split any day, nigga
They know I'm a demon, you ain't met the Devil until you seen me
Yeah, I get 'em hit, we gon' kill a bitch inside of Neiman's for any reason
I don't give a f*ck 'bout how you treat your body
Give a f*ck about your cleanin'
I don't give a f*ck about no bitch
You could have those hoes 'cause I don't need 'em
They know I step on shit, play around with that slime, oh
I seen the blues, know you in tune, but how we knock 'em down like dominos
Dope by Luciano, we pull on side, shoot up the car though
Plenty of clips like Leonardo, them slimes go wherever I go

I want his soul, he gon' get it (get it)
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin' (I'm fiendin', I'm fiendin')
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

Nigga better ask Blasian about me
How we catch 'em bad and take his shit
Leave 'em stripped, the police think we raped the bitch
Nigga better not play with this
And my momma know I'm a demon seed, I'm into facin' shit
Hope yo' niggas know not be inside that car soon as that Draco hit
Old pussy-ass nigga, ain't no coppin' pleas, shouldn't've said shit
You ain't gettin' no pass, nigga
You gon' rep the same block as that bitch, that's gon' be your ass, nigga
Who runnin', duckin' all these sticks
I'm lettin' you know I ain't even serious on this bitch, nigga, suck my dick
I'm facin' seven years, I ain't known to shed a tear, these niggas dyin'
I be the slime, these niggas could click up all they want
Bitch crossed that line
He posted cars but ain't got more whips than as I, huh?
All you hoe-ass niggas together ain't got more millions than AI, huh?
On the phone with Stunna, my five
Now it's my time, while in the house, reside
These niggas feelin' lucky, claim that they thuggin'
But know that be my style, scary-ass ain't realer than my child
Lose or win, bitch, I'm gon' dive if no gun on my side (side)
I'm a gangsta and all that claimin' they propopsin', I bet I'll make it stop

I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

All these niggas tryna be the biggest rapper
While I'm tryna wrap 'em in a body bag
With a toe tag and his last meetin' with the pastor
I know a nigga who got Instagram and Twitter still ain't tryna master
How to play with me and he know I play for keeps, knowin' I'll clap him
I don't give a f*ck, my nigga, just like your friend, you'll bite the dust, nigga
You ain't blood, you ain't ready for to see some brains layin' around the club
Them niggas scared, know they can't f*ck with us
But that's the sides you run with
Know my mom and all my sister and all my brothers be on dumb shit
I'm a grown-ass man, so on the Internet, I don't post pics
I'm too caught up in this thug life, I'm still hidin' from the feds list
In my bed I see the interview, and my first thought, man, I said this
"Whole industry don't even know me but they still wanna see my head split" (what the f*ck?)

Ha, these niggas hoes, these niggas know I know
You hear me, I don't, I don't think these niggas wanna do it, slime
I'm surprised, your parents ain't telling you, you don't wanna do it, slime
You heard me? These niggas know how I get down
Yeah, and f*ck all these niggas
The whole industry don't like me and I don't like all them bitches
Believe that, it's gravediggin' 4KTrey, Nawfside 38
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, who gon' die today?
Free DDawg, ha
I don't like none of these niggas, I don't like none of 'em
I don't like, I don't like nobody
Bitch-ass nigga, what you gon' do?
You could f*ck all of my baby mommas, I don't like them hoes neither
F*ck 'em, man, f*ck 'em

I want his soul, he gon' get it
I hope you know like I know, gon' die from choosin' sides though
I'm smellin' blood and I'm fiendin'
Bitch, you gon' die and I know, your momma cryin' on front row

Your momma cryin' on front row, yeah
I hope you know like I know
Slimeto, get active
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Bring the Hook

(Any last words?)
It's a murder business
Yeah (D-Roc)

This gun was bought just for to kill niggas
(What you on 4? You already know how we get down)
We be them motherf*ckin' gravediggers
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave
We leave him slayed, nigga
It ain't a open casket, we left his motherf*ckin' brain missin'
Hold on, diamond chains, we leave a stain
Shawty just wan' give me brain
Slidin' in that fast thing, nigga know I blew the brains
Shawty tryna sell me things, know I want the whole thing
Know my brother sell that boy, if not heroine it's pure cocaine
Know we distributors
Them hollows you can smell it through the city, we pollutin'
Don't aim it, you just shoot it
Like Chief Sosa say, "Better get your ass up outta here Juwanna Mann"
Text him through the night and through the day
That be my f*ckin' man
Bro'nem swing that, left out stains
He in Miami and he hidin' from this murder gang
The feds know my name, they tryna lock me up in chains
The homicide detectives say Kentrell to f*ckin' blame
We leave out teddy bears right there where he bleed at
She sent the text, I ain't read that
I been in here with Jaz, count that bag, bitch, believe that
That Jag matte black, bet soon as you see it, better run from that
We aimin' with them straps to leave you clapped right where we see you at
Hold on, swang that cutta hold on, know it got a kick back
Youngin' weighed a hundred pounds, know he can't control that
Run up on me, it's gon' go down, you know that I'ma blow that
Utah with a lot of pounds, with me, where your ho at?

F*ck it, bring the hook
Kill that nigga think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked
I see souls, I'm with my kids
Get them f*ckin' bodies out of here
I got locked inside the pen, but now I'm out
Bitch, this the Don Dada year
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he seen that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene
Lil' Dee, that's my cousin, man
Know that he don't give no f*ck, he aimin' for the head, man

Nigga, this that Squid Game, O-Block pack get rolled up
Murder what they told us, Atlanta boy get fold up
Nigga get your hoes up, these bitches throwin' up green flags
Throwin' that NBA up, for me, set you up to bust your ass
You know I keep that murder bag
Right on him, leave a toe tag
Inside the freezer where them people put 'em
'Fore they stitch his ass
No glitchin', better not freeze up before a nigga blitz his ass
Brrah-baow-baow, flip his ass (haha)
Northside, nigga know that's my side
Utah, come here bitch, get hogtied, another died
Oh Lord, man this nigga crazy, he do not respect them boys
He don't give a f*ck, he check up off the list, they squad
He pray to the Devil, then that nigga pray to God
Say he got on face paint, and his nigga paid for it
Say my name, get slayed for it
I ain't playin' with your ho-ass nigga
You know I'm comin' anywhere
Like, "Why the f*ck you say that nigga?"
You know I'm dyin' anywhere, I bet they say I blew my pistol
I bet they say I took one with me
Lil' AI TOP, I'm too official
You should not play with gravediggers
You know them pallbearers ship 'em
You know I pull off plenty killings
You know that we keep plenty pistols

F*ck it, bring the hook
Kill that nigga think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked
I see souls, I'm with my kids
Get them f*ckin' bodies out of here
I got locked inside the pen, but now I'm out
Bitch, this the Don Dada year
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he seen that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene
Lil' Dee, that's my cousin, man
Know that he don't give no f*ck, he aimin' for the head, man

Mortician coat on, I'm doin' surgeries on his body
It been so long, they been sayin' they gon' pop my noggin
Run up on me, then I cop it, in front the crowd, then I pop it
Know I want smoke with anybody, no, the label can not stop it
Northside with a sawed off shotty
Nigga, you don't want these problems
Must don't want your f*ckin' life
You steady talkin' like you 'bout it
I'm with these demons day and night
And you know that be my closest partner
Don't trust YoungBoy, 'cause he ain't right
You jokin', he gon' kill your body
Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sited
Nigga stop that f*ckin' talkin'
Split that boy while on a bike
Or catch him while he f*ckin' walkin'
Live this shit, that's why I talk it
I'm fly, you know that I'ma hawk 'em
Make them people outline chalk 'em

F*ck it, bring the hook
Kill that nigga think he saw a gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked
I see souls, I'm with my kids
Get them f*ckin' bodies out of here
I got locked inside the pen, but now I'm out
Bitch, this the Don Dada year
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph
When he seen that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene
Lil' Dee, that's my cousin, man
Know that he don't give no f*ck, he aimin' for the head, man

You already know though
You already know
Nigga
Lil' Dee, that be my, that be skully nigga, that be skully (haha)
Uh, I'm high as a muthaf*cka
He gon' pop ya noggin'
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Writer: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Jason Goldberg, Sterling Reynolds
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Fish Scale

Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)
I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah, yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard
And bought that straight from off the scale

Let's go, who the f*ck said that they want it with me?
I'm in Atlanta, a hundred some sticks on a nigga
They know not to run up on me
Spotted him, I sent a pic to that nigga
To show him I'm only lettin' him breath
Shot at him, I swung that stick at that nigga
The bullets, they stronger than Hercules

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and Celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van

Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain
He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' games
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins, yeah

Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)
I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah, yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard
And bought that straight from off the scale

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and Celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions that protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van

I got Percs and Celie, that drank gon' kill my kidneys
I got plenty hittas, know them niggas will not get me
We got scopes on top of them poles to make sure they split him
Bro got blocks all on the road, them shrooms came with that shipment
I got badass ratchet hoes, they got booty lifting
She got her a BBL, I'm out on the street with a TEC that kill
These diamonds, they glist', you see I'm is
I'm the originator, keep a Drac' like a sportsinator
Count up plenty paper, know that glizzy be fornicatin'
Put a clock on the top of hater

Hole in his head, tryna see all his brain
He gon' blatt, bah, bah if you think 'bout playin' games (playin' games)
Bought a cutter on my hand that we wrapped in whole things (whole things)
Still got gray just like the road for to blow your nose and veins, yeah

Fish scale, Draco with that kick real (it got grip)
I got clientele comin' through on my cell (yeah, yeah)
What you want, we sell
We got verses, plus some hittas get them bodies out of here
Hold on, bro be servin' gas and hard
And bought that straight from off the scale

She on Roxies, and this bitch on hard
I got Percs and Celie, X, and Xanax bars
We got big extensions, they protect my heart
Know we set like concrete, man
Rich ass nigga in a Maybach van
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Writer: Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Mathias Daniel Liyew, Othello Houston
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Emo Rockstar

(12 Hunna on the beat)
(Dy definitely Krazy)
Can you turn my headphones up a lil' bit?
Thank you
I say, mama, I'm a rockstar
And I don't care what these people think of me
I say that they should just leave me 'lone
None of their opinions, it don't get to me

Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free, so tell 'em
"Please take these links off" (let's go)

My heart shackled down, kill me if they can take my head off
Mama, I got millions, I'm gon' buy a big house
Won't forgive if it's civilians, when I let that stick off
They just waitin' on the kid fall, they done got me pissed off
I come from the gutter, f*ck where I was, where I'm not though
It can't be another, there's only one and only Top, so
Please don't judge me because I'm me
Him with facial paint, that's who they wanna f*ckin' see

Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free, so tell 'em
"Please take these links off"
I say, mama, I'm a rockstar
And I don't care what they think about me
Let me tell it then they should just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't think that they want these issues with me, yeah
I'm in this bitch, who got an issue with me? (Who got an issue?)
I got these bitches and some hittas with me
I got some Bloods, and niggas Crippin' with me
I'm livin' large with all these millions with me (ain't lyin', ain't lyin')

Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free, so tell 'em
"Please take these links off"

I don't give no f*ck 'bout what they think 'bout
This money can fill up a grotto
I got all them models in so many cars, they all can't fit at my house
No, no-no-no-no-no-no-no
They tryna find my flow, Northside where you gotta go
Hey, come ride with me (hey, come ride with me, yeah)
Ooh-ooh, hmm-hmm, ah-ah
Top hollerin' like, "The Feds after me", oh
They wanna see me, but I'm just here like, "Bye, bye"
And they know AI a shotta, they know we kill 'em right now
Know my brothers knock a block down
If I'm not in New York, you know Utah where I'm gon' be found
Hopin' that my grandma and my bro got an E 'round
They judgin' me, I don't need be around

Rock peace on my face
I got big, big loads on the way
I got bundles of blue hundreds
I won't take my paint off
Just wanna be free, so tell 'em
"Please take these links off"
I say, mama, I'm a rockstar
And I don't care what they think about me
Let me tell it then they should just leave me 'lone
'Cause I don't think that they want these issues with me
I'm in this bitch, who got an issue with me? (Who got an issue?)
I got these bitches and some hittas with me
I got some Bloods, and niggas Crippin' with me
I'm livin' large with all these millions with me

I'm a rockstar (yeah)
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Writer: Dwan Avery, Jason Goldberg, Kalop Exavis Carpenter, Kentrell Gaulden, Michael O'Brien
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Emo Love

Stole my heart, don't know where you run or you from
You left me alone with fire in my lungs
You just left me to burn, baby
I don't know where to start searchin' to find you
I don't know a place the devil'd hide you
I don't know where should I turn

Don't know why you want to burn me down
Beggin' you to save me, don't flame me
I need water now
Tears down my face, broken from heartbreak
Covered in facepaint for to hide my shame
Need you to heal my pain, no one who I could blame
Just sittin' burnin', down from your flame

Told her stories 'bout my grandmother
And I seen her under eyein' about somethin'
Told her how I gotta stop thuggin'
I was gave a precious, don't wanna turn out ugly
I ain't know this person

Stole my heart, don't know where you run or you from
You left me alone with fire in my lungs
You just left me to burn, baby
I don't know where to start searchin' to find you
I don't know a place the devil'd hide you
I don't know where should I turn

Don't know why you want to burn me down
Beggin' you to save me, don't flame me
I need water now
Tears down my face, broken from heartbreak
Covered in facepaint for to hide my shame
Need you to heal my pain, no one who I could blame
Just sittin', burnin' down from your flame

Stole my heart, don't know where you run or you from
You left me alone with fire in my lungs
You just left me to burn, baby
I don't know where to start searchin' to find you
I don't know a place the devil'd hide you
I don't know where should I turn
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Writer: Aaron Gilfenbain, Jason Goldberg, Jonathan Gabor, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Snow Bunny

Snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
Yeah, oh, whoa, ah, snow bunny, yeah
It's just me, Jason engineering
That's my closest friend, know you notice him
I do not mean to be rude, I feel I don't amount to you, yeah
So don't try again, no

I was laid in my bed, guards come and bring the mail
I'm passing the time by reading
She way from Florida but mailing pictures out to me
I was thankful in that time of need
No more than two weeks later sent the same photos again
I hit up Montana like hit up this number
She acting like she want some dealings with me
What's the knowledge? Let's see what it really could be
In the back of the picture, she showing her seat, it say, double R
I ain't call her myself I ain't knowing her timing
And I ain't want her for to start recording
Hope she wasn't on nothin'
I told him to tell her to write me three times and I'll respond
She did it and after she wrote me a fourth
'Cause my album had dropped, she was proud of the boy
She the same color as my Rolls Royce, Caucasian
Got the cuban links sittin' around her neck in the Wraith, no dime
Get her own money, she maneuver through her town
Ain't no cappin', don't know where she trapping, I counted them backwards
I want her, she gotta be found

She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know

She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know

Never sent her a letter
Was focused on gettin' out of jail and leaving the town
I lost her and now I can't find her
I'm telling my bro use the 'Gram, she gotta be found
Locked down, confined at the house right now
I can't leave but want her to come
Watching TV, I'm chilling while talking to Jason
He done showed me another, told Tyler, "Get the number"
Losing my time and we touching December
Now up in November, I think it's a symbol
Look out my window, see snow on the mountain
Now I feel that it's meant and I just got to get her
Snow bunny, she won't leave when she hit this town
Hoping she stick with' me and don't ever have to ghosy me again
When time come 'round

Snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know

She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know

She's a snow bunny
Double R inside her background, she get Rolls money
I done rosed up out of that town, I don't owe nothin'
I don't owe them nothin' at all
Love that's all I want, moving on, that's all I know
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Writer: Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Sterling Reynolds, Thomas Horton
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Foolish Figure

I need you to hold on, Kentrell
You gotta carry on and don't fail
They know that I get it on by myself
How it feel? They know that I don't care
If you gotta go to school, my nigga
I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
Love 'em all, you know that I ain't choose a nigga
They tell me I'm a star, I'm just a foolish figure

It seem like I'm strong but I'm really broke down
I'm happy that I'm winnin' but ain't proud of myself
Lookin' for this bitch to love me but ain't lovin' herself
Got these niggas and the police trackin' me on my trail
I know her momma know I love her
Once told Melissa, "I don't party, I might die out there"
Just got a family, I ain't curve her
She know just hit me if you need me, I ain't never left
4L laid down on my neck, on the phone, VL Deck
And I ain't got no respect
If I was his brother, he would never talk to me like that
Know I'm gon 'die for this flag, my momma know it's a shame
They don't love me, I'm stuck with pain

I need you to hold on, Kentrell
You gotta carry on and don't fail
They know that I get it on by myself
How they feel? They know that I don't care
If you gotta go to school, my nigga
I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
Love 'em all, you know that I ain't chose a nigga
They tell me I'm a star, I'm just a foolish figure
I feel the blogs got her, so she go upgrade her body
When you natural instead of fake, they cannot say nothin''bout it
Inside of Mississippi River, where we threw them choppers
We kill one with that same pistol, used to be my partner
Can't even tell you 'bout it
Can't see a shinin' star, they know my windows tinted
They know I'm grindin 'hard, gon' do anything to get it
I ain't see my daughters no, two of 'em, I'm talkin in months
Then they gon' tell them people, lyin ', like I ain't tryna do nothin'
I gave them both one million a piece, they still keep my children for me
I'm like, "Princess, go have your fun, I won't trip, do what you please"
I feel the devil on my sleeve, my makeup can't hide this disease
I don't f*ck with you, you don 't f*ck with me, bitch please

I need you to hold on, Kentrell
You gotta carry on and don't fail
They know that I get it on by myself
How they feel? They know that I don't care
If you gotta go to school, my nigga
I done made it here without no rules, my nigga
Love 'em all, you know that I ain't choose a nigga
They tell me I'm a star, I'm just a foolish figure
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Writer: Kentrell Gaulden, Aaron Gilfenbain, Hagan Jeffrey Lange, Jason Goldberg, Jonathan Gabor, Luke Clay
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






I Got This

You recording?
Alright, keep it-keep it all that in there (I got this)
I'm on a different level right now
I know they hear it in my voice, nigga
(You know he gon' trademark)
I don't know what I did to you
I just wanna see you happy
I hope you wanna see me too (yeah)

Why these people talking down on a nigga like I ain't the one improved
I don't like this industry, they choose me as the biggest fool
I don't pick and choose, I gotta kill him if he break the rules
What we been through, I cannot change, I thank God I grew
Loving the lights in the city
They make me feel bigger, they make me feel better
I been risking my life to get it
I remain the hottest in the coldest weather
As long as that we got each other
I don't give a f*ck if all this leaves
Since a child kept me emotions on my sleeve
They don't wanna see me live, I gotta breath
'Til the day that I get killed, I'm gon' achieve
Forever showing my kids a better me
F*ck with these hoes but you the one I want, I need
Forever be my wife, they forever try to win me
But they forever lose 'cause I didn't never ever leave
I'm forever thanking Jason for being my friend in need
On top of the water like the Statue of Liberty
This ain't the state of favor, ain't the state of equal or the state of peace
Screaming, "Blood", hold my flag up when I leave
Know I stood on business, probably chill but I ain't never let them play with me

She know, and I know
I ain't never ever let them take my soul
I been going with the flow like any way it go
And I know that I can leave any day
I'll be gone on my way
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on
You ain't gotta live this way, I stacked some money, now you on

Know I keep that chrome, brother call my phone, uh uh
I tell him leave it on even though I want him gone, uh uh
But that's how I'm feeling at the moment
And I hate feeling like I'm wrong
I don't want it getting the best of me
I don't even like to raise my tone
But I be singing on these beats like it's all I got
I be getting into it with my Jaz, hope she don't call me out
My daddy be getting it in with Tracy but he going all out
'Cause I know for a fact he love her and he won't ever walk out
Herm caught his girl cheating and took her back, motivation to me
I be keeping God inside my head while the Devil holding my feet
Like bitch you cheat on me, you will never get forgiveness from me
'Cause I be knowing that I'm wrong and you know you who I need
Grandmother had it done as a child but I say I need to be baptized again
For to wash away these sins
I don't wanna live this way, I don't ever wanna ever have to murder again
But this the way that life is, this the life that I live
I'll be thugging forever, forever thinking I'm smart
But knowing that I ain't too clever
Forever hole in my heart 'cause I'm caught up with the Devil
But know that I'm Jesus' brother, and tribulations won't settle

She know, and I know
I ain't never ever let them take my soul
I been going with the flow like any way it go
And I know that I can leave any day
I'll be gone on my way
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on
You ain't gotta live this way, I stacked some money, now you on

Like how you wanna do it? I don't want my brothers to do it
So I go load up in that car, you know I'm ready to do it to 'em
I'm too influenced, sad I show to the kids in tune to it
I hear that sound of that Glock and I start making music to it
They don't love me, no, my daddy had to leave and do time
But I know for a fact Montana holding on to his child
I turned that man to a millionaire
But damn, I still can't never repay him for his time
Remember times he would cry
I done slept up on his couch
Just wanna see him and my momma smile
My sister get anything she want, I say it been a while
We done came a long way from Tara High
They done seen me wear the same clothes, I'm like, "Look at me now"
Know Ben wanna grow, he wanna stop just 'cause his child
If you don't ever reach the height, know Tru and BB that I got
I thank God for this growth I come from nothin', they can have what I got
I ain't tripping now as long as I can take care of mines and ours

She know, and I know
I ain't never ever let them take my soul
I been going with the flow like any way it go
And I know that I can leave any day
I'll be gone on my way
Screaming everything I stand for
I hope my kids don't carry on
You ain't gotta live this way, I stacked some money, now you on

Yeah, you ain't gotta live this way
I done stacked too much money, man
You'll disappoint me if you get off into some shit like this
I don't wan-I don't wanna live this way no more, you know
Like, I got people, like
Who just carry on with this shit because I-I got us into it
It ain't cool at all
You know, you hearing this from me, personal, myself, you know
But I say, you know, God got us do anything
So you stay prayed up, you know
And anywhere I'm at, should just-you know
Believe that I'm prayed up, they had been prayed up
Since the day my momma taught me how to pray
A person like me, they could never break
A person like us, they gon' forever hate
But we got friends and we got goals
That remove that trait, that trait of life, you know
And I'm holding up longer than a bridge
Ha, that's my favorite saying
But you know that you daddy's lil' girl, you daddy's son
And you got my daddy, both of 'em, Montana and Jeffrey for you to call on
You got my brothers Ben, Big B, KD, Herm, Baby Joe
Even if I'm-if I'm forgetting the rest you got all them to call on
So please just know that you don't have to do none of this
This forever, 4L, NBA 4KTrey
You can stand on that but please don't bang, gang
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Writer: Daniel Lebrun, Dorien Theus, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc., EMPIRE PUBLISHING






Flossin

Ridin' in a Maybach flossin'
Shawty with me wonder why I get her often
High as hell, don't want do no talking
And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution

Hold that love around me, this shit bring hatred out me
Scarred from love, on these drugs, got my world cloudy
I was hiding in my big home, don't know how they found me
Northside with my thugs, get hit with slugs
You pull up where them rounds be
Black ops all we got out here
Strapped with chrome, got Polo on
These diamonds hit like chandeliers
Hol' on, jack some stores, don't play on phones
It can turn out soon as that first call in
I just spotted one, now I'm on a dome
Cop my lens as soon as I first walked in
I won't feel a thing for the night out
Please don't hold no grudge against me
I'll be gone 'fore the lights out
Can you tell me right now? (Right now, right now)
If it come down to them all going against me
Just wanna know you got my back, that's all
Public try to take pictures, I don't take interest, no
Get into it, don't wanna talk to you 'til my feelings gone
Niggas wanna put me up
But I been down, since my friend been gone
My brother, my thug, who got me though?
Hope ones who I had all along

Ridin' in a Maybach flossin'
Shawty with me wonder why I get her often
High as hell, don't want do no talking
And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution

They better proceed with caution
These diamonds ain't coming up off me
Nigga know I tote big .40's, pull up and end your party
I say I can't keep these bitches off me
See them gunners, they still ain't caught me
Catch you 'round just for to find peace
But you done linked to what the blogs see
They know what up, ain't none for to talk 'bout shit
Come pull up, nigga
Big sticks inside this truck, ain't gotta work out
If I up, like a pull-up nigga
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven figures
Two, four, six came, I zipped seven niggas
Hatchback liftin' up the fender
Compete, defeat, kill all contenders, where my pole?

I can't die, you know these niggas they might try, ooh
So just like God, I keep my fire right by my side, yeah
I'm driving fast, happy I'm up, I ain't suicidal, at least right now
Still gettin it in, free them gang babies, need 'em on side me (my Slime)

Ridin' in a Maybach flossin'
Shawty with me wonder why I get her often
High as hell, don't want do no talking
And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution

Ridin' in a Maybach flossin'
Shawty with me wonder why I get her often
High as hell, don't want do no talking
And tell them niggas that they better approach with caution
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Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.








Colors is the sixteenth solo mixtape by American rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. It was released through Never Broke Again and Atlantic Records on January 21, 2022. The mixtape features a sole guest appearance from Quando Rondo. The deluxe edition was released on the same day, containing an additional guest appearance from Internet Money. Producer Cheese mixed, mastered, and engineered every track on the standard edition of the mixtape, with Lawrence Rivers also engineering "Gangsta", which features Quando Rondo. For the deluxe edition, "Flossin", his Internet Money collaboration, was mixed by Jeremie Inhaber and Francisco Salcido, mastered by Inhaber, and engineered by Mark Dorflinger. Colors was preceded by its lead single "Bring the Hook".

Commercially, Colors debuted at number two on the US Billboard 200 chart, earning 80,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, becoming YoungBoy's eighth top-ten album on the chart.
Performed By: Young Boy Never Broke Again
Genre(s): Hip hop, gangsta rap, trap
Length: 66:51
Released: January 21st, 2022
Year: 2022

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