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(D-Roc)
Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy, nigga, what it is?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
How you ben feelin' out there, nigga
How you been doin'? Mm, mm
You got your steel? Mm, oh-oh, no
Ayy, keep your head up, five
I don't know what the f*ck would make them niggas try to play us
Or wanna hate us
That be that doped up shit that get your motherf*ckin' head bust
Ride with my dude, he servin' food, and he just fed somethin'
Don't be confused, we got 'em tools, and then go yeah somethin'
These pussy niggas scared of that dark side and that's where I roll at
And bitch, you know that
Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
New school, I was tryna blow that
Go make a diss with yo' f*ckin' ho ass
I can't wait to leave you dead with a f*ckin' toe tag, bitch
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
Knock up on they door and talk Jamaican, what they say?
They don't need no AC, but I think that's where he stay
Wait 'til he come home, give him a hot bed (oh, oh)
We gon' be blaming' at his shit 'til we pop his head (Oh, oh)
Can't get my daddy off in court
Can't get my nigga off them pills
Watch your back 'cause this shit real
You can't stand up to that steel
F*ck these hoes, just get your dough
And keep a chopper where you live
We recruited some more soldiers
We won't die up in the field
Shoot the FN where that pussy nigga head at, huh
I got big straps and big Gats
And K2, that dope pack
Know I gotta pour the drank up, where that four at?
Got them young niggas runnin' with me and everyone be on that
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 4KT Baby Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 4KT Baby Lyrics
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(Xclusive made this)
(D-Roc)
Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy, nigga, what it is?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
How you ben feelin' out there, nigga
How you been doin'? Mm, mm
You got your steel? Mm, oh-oh, no
Ayy, keep your head up, five
I don't know what the f*ck would make them niggas try to play us
Or wanna hate us
That be that doped up shit that get your motherf*ckin' head bust
Ride with my dude, he servin' food, and he just fed somethin'
Don't be confused, we got 'em tools, and then go yeah somethin'
These pussy niggas scared of that dark side and that's where I roll at
And bitch, you know that
Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
New school, I was tryna blow that
Go make a diss with yo' f*ckin' ho ass
I can't wait to leave you dead with a f*ckin' toe tag, bitch
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
Knock up on they door and talk Jamaican, what they say?
They don't need no AC, but I think that's where he stay
Wait 'til he come home, give him a hot bed (oh, oh)
We gon' be blaming' at his shit 'til we pop his head (Oh, oh)
Can't get my daddy off in court
Can't get my nigga off them pills
Watch your back 'cause this shit real
You can't stand up to that steel
F*ck these hoes, just get your dough
And keep a chopper where you live
We recruited some more soldiers
We won't die up in the field
Shoot the FN where that pussy nigga head at, huh
I got big straps and big Gats
And K2, that dope pack
Know I gotta pour the drank up, where that four at?
Got them young niggas runnin' with me and everyone be on that
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
(D-Roc)
Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy, nigga, what it is?
Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh
How you ben feelin' out there, nigga
How you been doin'? Mm, mm
You got your steel? Mm, oh-oh, no
Ayy, keep your head up, five
I don't know what the f*ck would make them niggas try to play us
Or wanna hate us
That be that doped up shit that get your motherf*ckin' head bust
Ride with my dude, he servin' food, and he just fed somethin'
Don't be confused, we got 'em tools, and then go yeah somethin'
These pussy niggas scared of that dark side and that's where I roll at
And bitch, you know that
Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
New school, I was tryna blow that
Go make a diss with yo' f*ckin' ho ass
I can't wait to leave you dead with a f*ckin' toe tag, bitch
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
Knock up on they door and talk Jamaican, what they say?
They don't need no AC, but I think that's where he stay
Wait 'til he come home, give him a hot bed (oh, oh)
We gon' be blaming' at his shit 'til we pop his head (Oh, oh)
Can't get my daddy off in court
Can't get my nigga off them pills
Watch your back 'cause this shit real
You can't stand up to that steel
F*ck these hoes, just get your dough
And keep a chopper where you live
We recruited some more soldiers
We won't die up in the field
Shoot the FN where that pussy nigga head at, huh
I got big straps and big Gats
And K2, that dope pack
Know I gotta pour the drank up, where that four at?
Got them young niggas runnin' with me and everyone be on that
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah, that's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down, that's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he bangin' green, 4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy
Writer: Bornot Lebrun, Daniel Lebrun, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Nathan Ashenafi Alemi, Traevon Isaiah Walker
Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY COLLECTIONS, Universal Music Publishing Group, The Administration MP, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.