YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I Just Got A Lot On Shoulders Album Lyrics

Uh, hol' up, hol' up
Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Yeah, yeah

Black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby, see these chains I got on?" I say, "Baby"
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga
You already know what it is, you know how I rock

I grew up sellin' dope off grandpa porch
Want smoke? You know I keep my pole
Can't trust nobody 'cause my soul always gettin' mistreated, damn
I need me a bad ho, I need me a bad bitch
Gon' hold me down and help me hide this dirty money from Uncle Sam
I be on them bars and I stay rollin'
I can't control it, baby, no, I can't control it, baby
Killed that bitch, he's talkin' beef, right now, he the one I'm smokin'
I got a problem, baby, tried to smoke his homie, baby
Designer coupe, huh, I change out my shoes
You f*ck with me, huh, then I f*ck with you
I keep my pistol stuck on me like glue
You try one motherf*ckin' thang and I'm gon' shoot
"Kentrell, I love you" (Bae, I love you, love you), I love you too
But I'm f*cked up inside the streets, the FBI wan' see me through
Drivin' a Rolls-Royce and it's long just like a bus, yeah, yeah
Porsche 911, eight-hundred-thousand-dollar watch on top of my hand
We could have a baby, we could do anything, we could just be friends
We'll shoot your ex out with that cutter that I just got from my kin
Please don't trust nobody 'round me, they'll do you in
They'll shoot you clean inside your head, gave fifty grand to my twin
What the f*ck you mean? I done come from low income
Ever since I've been up, I ain't worried 'bout nothin'
My wife ring a million dollars, hundred rounds for a hundred problems
Run down, spray him and his partner, bang, bitch, bang, nigga

I walked in this bitch with black Versace shades
One million for a car, I just hope that it don't break
I say, "Baby, see these chains I got on?" I say, "Baby"
I stay strapped down with my chrome, mm-mm
Baow, mm-mm (Slime, slime, slime)
Baow, that Lil Top, nigga (Uh, uh, uh)
You already know what it is, you know how I rock

Slime, slime
This YoungBoy, nigga
This Big Velveeta
How you been living, 5?
"Kentrell, I love you," bae, I love you, love you
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Oh
(Ay-ay-ayo, Bleu)
You know, f*ck wrong with niggas? (Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
(Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)
Hmm, oh, huh
Slow down, huh, hold on
Baby, get ya roll, like-
Oh, my eyes f*cked up
Tell her, "Slow down"
Get ya' roll on, f*ck that
Let me start all over, look, hold on, hold on

Nene, I don't need ya Chelsea, nah, nah
Rolls inside my pocket, that's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah
Keep that camera lens, you play with me, I shoot the scene, huh, huh
Flip my clip then-, huh
Hit that bitch like-

Like, mmm, mmm
I keep that shit inside my system to put up with you
I take this money, buy my cars or some brand new shoes
I had to tell 'em give me bars for to catch my groove
I took that bitch and did her bad in my recording room
I gave that bitch some bands too
I see some shit 'bout church on TV then I turn it off
I ain't talking money, I walk straight off, I ain't tryna hear that at all
Bitch, get me on then top me off, my life ain't script at all
F*cked up, but I ain't f*cked up, thank God I made it out
I'll throw you somethin', I'm turnt up
Youngboy, I stay jaded
You gon' try some', get your head split
You gots to be f*ckin' crazy
Bitch just want my money, she ain't gon' spend it on my baby
This bitch ain't give me nothin', she must thinkin' that she played me
I know that I ain't shit but this ho say that I'm amazing
Ho, bitch, slow down
Told her get her roll on
Please, don't call YoungBoy phone, huh
They thought the legal beat me
Bitch, I'm rich, you can't catch up
I ran it up, they see me and I'm barely showin' love
Put that bitch on TV, huh, huh, I smoke that boy
All my bitches love me, I cut that extra ho like-

Nene, I don't need ya Chelsea, nah, nah
Rolls inside my pocket, that's Velveeta cheese, yeah, yeah
Try me once, now want me to take you back
Hell nah, hell nah, huh, hell nah

Ooh, huh
Bitch drunk and mad and dive in my shit, she tryna f*ck up my groove
Know I get mad, as bad as a bitch, and she can't get no shoes
Hop out that bitch, fit straight all rainbow, bitch, you know I'm a fool
Who? Mm-ooh, who they talkin' to?
Whack that man and then I do my dance, like, bitch, I been the truth
Get them bands and do the running man, my bitch gon' bring my food, huh
Tell 'em f*ck 'em, I been hustlin', I won't leave the stu' (ooh)

(Oh, shit, 4reign, you cooked this one up, nigga?)
Huh, YoungBoy, I'm caught up with steppin'
Bang out, I'm with it, whatever
(Sauceboy, shit, what you want me to play?)
I don't need ya' Chelsea, oh, hell nah (Say, Terrelle, let's bring the beat in)

I need a lighter (huh)
This Top baby
I just, know-
I'm talkin' 'bout, I hope they treat me good
It's good in the world man
Tell me, who they want, want?
Waitin' for to see, who they want, want?
Ready for to meet, who, YoungBoy?
Who they wanna see? (D-Roc)

YB pull up on the scene fresher than a motherf*cker (yeah)
YB pull up on the scene, in his pants he got a burner
YB pull up with them green flags (green flags)
And that's yo' ass, nigga, if you play like you wan' do some' (hlrrd)
Bitch, this that chopper hangin' out the window
I just hit 'em with Nintendo
What that mean YoungBoy? I hit that boy with a combo (baow)
Them pussy ass niggas know when I hit, them hoes and them better get low (baow)
So many times God sent a light, bullets came through my window

This the street that I chose, the streets that I love
I've been clutchin' my burner, poppin' drugs, oh, I'm a thug
Tryna catch me an opioid, to burn 'em just for some funds
I just got get back with Lil Top, I know it's done
All this damn cash, damn cash
Why I got this money on me?
Security around, around my land
Why I got this gun up on me? (Woah)
I can't tell ya
But I can promise you, these pussy niggas ain't gon' catch me

'Cause I'm gon' act 'round this bitch, yeah
Strapped 'round this bitch, yeah
I'll leave you bitches in my casket, tryna leave me dead
Who, who, who that nigga talkin' 'bout?
Who, who? Catch him when he walkin' out and knock him down
Pussy, yeah
Walk down on him, stand over and over his head (hlrrd)
Bang, bang
These pussy niggas know I bang that code red
Gang, gang (slatt)
I ain't give no f*ck 'bout what the hell they said (I'm the man)

This the street that I chose, the streets that I love
I've been clutchin' my burner, poppin' drugs, oh, I'm a thug
Tryna catch me an opioid, to burn 'em just for some funds
I just got get back with Lil Top, I know it's done
All this damn cash, damn cash
Why I got this money on me? (Woah)
Security around, around my land
Why I got this gun up on me? (Woah)
I can't tell ya
But I can promise you, these pussy niggas ain't gon' catch me

Nah, ain't gon' catch me
Nah, pussy nigga ain't gon' stretch me (yeah)
Oh, nah
(Okay, Max) I keep that hectic
Nah, I swear to God this shit get reckless

Tell me, who they want, want?
Waitin' for to see, who they want, want?
Ready for to meet, who, YoungBoy?
Who they wanna see?

For safety, it'll turn out bad if you try to play me
She might get killed, he might get hit up (Hope you make it)

In my section, we keep sticks for safety
It'll turn out bad, boy, if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we sell dope to make it, mm (We sell dope to make it)
I pray to God, I just hope you make it (I just hope you make it)
We put switches on the back of the Glocks for them opps
But this cutter came automatic, how we brought it out the box
I told my five I ain't have nobody, he said it's lonely at the top
I told him, "My nigga, that's real, I'm gon' keep my head in a box, I'm gon' focus"

How many kids you got to feed, gangsta? I feel ya, nigga
Trappеd out in the spot house with them bangеrs 'cause it's real, nigga
It's hard, but make it through, I know you will, nigga
Let 'em talk behind your back, you gon' come up, and that I feel nigga
Grandma say, "Baby, all you need is faith as a mustard seed," mm
I say, "Grandma, yeah, my faith bigger than a watermelon or a peach," yeah, yeah, yeah
He played you like a ho, by nighttime, mask down and knock him off
That's how we raised, that's on Lil Dave, put shit in graves
Should sell it to you, nah, he gon' wait outside (Baow) and take your face
How the f*ck you gon' comment on me at the top? I earned it and I made it

In my section, we keep sticks for safety (For safety)
It'll turn out bad, boy, if you try to play me (Play me)
Inside my hood, we sell dope to make it, mm (Sell cocaine)
I pray to God, I just hope you make it (Hope you make it out)
We put switches on the back of the Glocks for them opps
But this cutter came automatic, how we brought it out the box
I told my five I ain't have nobody, he said it's lonely at the top
I told him, "My nigga, that's real, I'm gon' keep my head in a box, I'm gon' focus"

Steady gettin' my head dirty, I'm gettin' loaded (Oh, I)
Aston Martin straight off the lot or buy a Lotus
I say, "My mama, I got a Glock, I got a .45 by the couch"
You come in here, better be on it, with all this money in here
Takin' care of the whole Northside if not even they kin to me
Take them sticks, we load up, ride, and murder all our enemies
Sellin' verses like a young nigga gotta put ten a key (Woah, woah)
I'm made out concrete, here to stay, it ain't no endin' me (No, no)

We've been flashin' out with these Glocks
Yeah, twelve murders we done pulled off in twelve months, yeah
Pussy nigga with all that stuntin' gon' end up dead (Yeah)
They gon' find you with a bullet shot straight to your head (Baow)
We've been flashin' out with these Glocks
Yeah, twelve murders we done pulled off in twelve months, yeah
Pussy nigga with all that stuntin' gon' end up dead
They gon' find you with a bullet shot straight to your head

In my section, we keep sticks for safety
It'll turn out bad, boy, if you try to play me
Inside my hood, we sell dope to make it
I pray to God, I just hope you make it

(Al Geno on the Track)
Uh, uh
(Top baby)
Uh, uh
Look

Told my bitch, "Wake up, get naked, I wanna see some shit that's sexy"
Flew my mama out from Texas for to co-sign her with this message
And to shoot a video
I let go of that groupie ho
F*ckin' on her in my home
I was doing that shit too long

And this coat gon' match my outfit, it's all grey, it ain't no chrome
This .45 could stop a motor, picture if it hit your dome
I'm inside this bitch with lean, she won't leave me alone
With a .223, I don't need no aim, I'm just gon' wave it around
I'm so up, been gettin' so f*cked up, I stand up and sit back down
Everything it be unlimited, she know that when she around
I'm so real, I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down
Her sisters fake, still to this day, I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round

Huh, baby, I pop a pill and feel how I should
I should give a whole mill' to my hood
I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good
If you try take somethin' from me, I wish you would
Doped up, but honestly, can't shake this shit for nothing
I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it
Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy
I catch you comin' out that bitch and then I slump you, boy

I'm gon' whoop this open charge, I can't let go of these rods
Talkin' thirty million large, pussy bitch, check my garage
Split some shit, I'll call Ten, them hitters, they ain't never far
ChoppaBoy and Skully in Utah, they tear up all your car
Lil Dump'll burn up all your house
Try wettin' you up while runnin' out
You know YoungBoy, I take it far
Still dealin' with this frozen heart
I done came a long way, far distance, moved out from the North
Still claimin' I'm that boy, not admittin' that I ain't never start

And this coat gon' match my outfit, it's all grey, it ain't no chrome
This .45 could stop a motor, picture if it hit your dome
I'm inside this bitch with lean, she won't leave me alone
With a .223, I don't need no aim, I'm just gon' wave it around
I'm so up, been gettin' so f*cked up, I stand up and sit back down
Everything it be unlimited, she know that when she around
I'm so real, I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down
Her sisters fake, still to this day, I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round

Huh, baby, I pop a pill and feel how I should
I should give a whole mill' to my hood
I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good
If you try take somethin' from me, I wish you would
Doped up, but honestly, can't shake this shit for nothing
I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it
Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy
I catch you comin' out that bitch and then I slump you, boy

(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D-Rok)
Uh, heh, I say, like, every night, I be wanting to talk to you, God
Shit, I just, I just keep my mouth closed though, man
Bible right by my-
Talk to 'em, alright, look

Bible on the floor right by my feet, this as I speak
I ain't never happy, I'm evil as f*ck, the only reason you see me cheese
This ain't no Trackhawk, I'm in G, baby, and I'm bumpin' Peep
With a PTR layin' on my seat, these pussy niggas wanna murder me
'Bout my fetti, yeah, that green
Ooh, keep dead men with me
Hold on, check out how I'm ski
Diamonds on my neck, took 'em out my teeth
Come inside my set, niggas say they want beef
Bah, face put on a tee, yeah
I just want my way, soon come my day, this shit f*cked up I can't sleep
Nigga say YB, I'ma call Rahbee, who? Dump, he gon' call lil' Dump
He just wanna kill somethin' 'bout my f*ckin' name, you gotta act like that you dumb
Let the window down hangin' out with a drum, bitch, he just aim that bitch and dump
Got the whole clique hit, I think they said it was a massacre where I'm from

Nighttime alone, talkin' to my soul, huh, I'm with demons
On 5, runnin' down, shootin' that fire with a mask on
They a lie, they say they seen him
Yeah, you talk that shit, you'll get your soul gone with no meaning, bitch
Fast slide in that ride, we ain't slow creepin', time to get even
Hold on, I create that killin' season, I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keaton, made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I be with that shit that's real unheard of, Youngboy do shit dirty
Pop out with that thirty, leave one murdered, bitch, I come from swervin'
Black Sheep, that's who slidin' in that 'Burban with a dirty thirty
NBA, we been a f*ckin' army and I ain't enroll in service
AI, boy, I'm real f*ckin' zombie, kill you in front your mommy
Better not say nothin' 'bout me, this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami

Bitch, I'm real slimy, you want all the problems, go ask my baby mama
Her mama know just about me, they claim they saw me, bitch, I'm stuck on house arrest
Get that shit up off your chest, pussy
Real vet, I ain't no f*ckin' rookie
Nigga don't get me pissed, I'll take some pics, go to shootin' in central booking
Switch on back, give 'em all the whoopin'
Put a hole in his face with all that lookin'
Bitch, I'ma toot that branch every time my grandma whooped me
Yeah, yeah
Daylight, nighttime, talk to dead
Bitch, I love to leave out red
Try to run, take off all your legs
Hole in one, shot in your head
Demon baby, it's corpse I'm fed
Thuggin', bitch, it's f*ck the feds
Shoot up the house, hope that I get lucky, leave your brain on side the bed
Uh, uh, better watch way you talk, f*ck around, get your life took
Uh, uh, YoungBoy, YoungBoy, baby, I don't like them

Nighttime alone, talkin' to my soul, huh, I'm with demons
On 5, runnin' down, shootin' that fire with a mask on
They a lie, they say they seen him
Yeah, you talk that shit, you'll get your soul gone with no meaning, bitch
Fast slide in that ride, we ain't slow creepin', time to get even
Hold on, I create that killin' season, I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keaton, made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I be with that shit that's real unheard of, Youngboy do shit dirty
Pop out with that thirty, leave one murdered, bitch, I come from swervin'
Black Sheep, that's who slidin' in that 'Burban with a dirty thirty
NBA, we been a f*ckin' army and I ain't enroll in service
AI, boy, I'm real f*ckin' zombie, kill you in front your mommy
Better not say nothin' 'bout me, this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami

(Beezo need cash only, ya dig?)
(Louie Montana)
This Lil Top, nigga
Yeah, yeah

Bitch, I'm with that shit, I make you all get to steppin'
Bitch, you play with us, I bet the laws ain't gon' help ya
Bitch, you know we stepped, y'all better all play it careful
Bitch, you play with us, I bet yo' mama have to bury ya
And I could put that on Ten, we be steppin' on shit
Yeah, gang just sprayed another whip
Went and bought another stick
I'm like, "Hold on," bitch we get down, no you can't rep off this
Yeah, tell 'em find another trick, this as gangster as it get

Play round' know it's gon' go down
I'm with some niggas hold they 3s up, and they hold they 4 down
I'm with some youngin's throw them Bs up
They'll shoot the store down
Shorty shoot that cutter and can't hold on
Bitch you better get down, or get your top blown
Poppin' plenty, spin for Beany, check my pendant, yeah-yeah
Kick my pimpin', sip I'm sippin', probably with your mammy
Ratchet-ass nigga bootin' up, 'cause he know he can
Slimes wit 'em and they tooled up, you ain't gon' f*ck with that
You locked in jail, can't get no mat, I know they hoes, these niggas cap
This murder gang, you know I'm that
IG model, they get trained and I'ma f*ck her from the back
Pocket full of funnel cakes
What that is? That's plenty stacks
Smell gun smoke, that's plenty gats

Bitch, I'm with that shit, I make you all get to steppin'
Bitch, you play with us, I bet the laws ain't gon' help ya
Bitch, you know we stepped, y'all better all play it careful
Bitch, you play with us, I bet yo' mama have to bury ya
And I could put that on Ten, we be steppin' on shit
Yeah, gang just sprayed another whip
Went and bought another stick
I'm like, "Hold on," bitch we get down, no you can't rep off this
Yeah, tell 'em find another trick, this as gangster as it get

Voices in my brain, can't seem to cope with all this pain, huh
Some shit ain't gon' change, I hold it down 'cause I'm a man
I shoot that stick at you, ya bitch
I won't forget who said my name
They on my dick, just tell 'em don't forget to mention Murda Mane
Hold on, bro'nem slidin', once they spot 'em, up and fire, dirt the bitch
Stop yellin' tryna make security come inside, ya dirty bitch
Make a grown mane sit, crash, somebody get it
I get ignorant on this silly shit, tryna make some millions

I've been down for too long, don't nobody get it (get it)
I don't got nobody, be f*ckin' lonely
Not trustin' none of these bitches (not trustin' none of these bitches)
I say, "Kamikaze," now come and get me
Bitch this how I'm livin' (bitch this how I'm livin')
Nigga tryin' somethin' at my door, and ain't successful
Bitch I'm wishin', (wishin') I say-

Bitch, I'm with that shit, I make you all get to steppin'
Bitch, you play with us, I bet the laws ain't gon' help ya
Bitch, you know we stepped, y'all better all play it careful
Bitch, you play with us, I bet yo' mama have to bury ya
And I could put that on Ten, we be steppin' on shit
Yeah, gang just sprayed another whip
Went and bought another stick
I'm like, "Hold on," bitch we get down, no you can't rep off this
Yeah, tell 'em find another trick, this as gangster as it get

Yeah, I was just missin' everything that we do
I was tryna come back, I was waterin' my roots
I was tryna push up, I had thin's in the coupe, oh
Baby, I'm a star, just can't see me
I need a reason (I need a reason)
Uh, matchin' in Balenci' this evenin', for the whole season
I just hit Shyne for a bezel (yeah)
I got these hoes like Helter Skelter, young nigga rich forever, uh
Pop my shit ain't got nothin' better
For the due, baby, that you not around (not around)
I'm a rough rider, been tearin' up my town (tearin' up my town, wow, wow)
I need you now, I'll let her go (go)

Smoke out the pound and he pour up fours, baby, oh-oh-oh
Got a new bitch touchin' her toes, yeah (yeah)
Black on, from my toes to head
Finished givin' me dome and then she said
"I can't see why these hoes don't love you
At night I dream only bein' for you
Forever, I'll ride for you, baby"
Grandma, know you see me poppin' (poppin')
Poppin', four door ridin', Thank God Almighty
I just caught me a body, told nobody (shh)
Hope my body'll never get tired of fightin' (no)
Nigga, let's do it (yeah)
Young nigga like a young boul, got a heart like Rocky
That ain't my mans (baow)
Nigga got at Dave and I heard that flunky pop him
I ain't playin' games
In the Maybach, hittin' on the gas, you get behind me
These niggas lame (lame)
I'ma paint my nails and paint my face like Hardy, YoungBoy Ed
For to knock out the brains, hit head (ooh)
They gon' call up the feds when I get on his ass 'bout what he done said (ooh)
Can you tie my shoes? Can you drive my coupe? Yeah (yeah)
Buy new Jimmy Choo's, strictly for you (you)
Typhoon, water, I'll say you improved (improved)
Let's get it started, I'll shoot 'em 'bout you (shoot 'em)
Lean like it's water, ain't losin' my groove ('oove)
I was just thinkin' and I was just missin', like, oh

I was just missin' everything that we do (oh)
I was tryna come back, I was waterin' in my roots (ha)
I was tryna push up, I had thin's in the coupe, oh (slime, slime, slime, slime, slime)
Baby, I'm a star, just can't see me
I need a reason (I need a reason)
Uh, matchin' in Balenci' this evenin', for the whole season
I just hit Shyne for a bezel, huh
I got these hoes like Helter Skelter, young nigga rich forever, uh
Pop my shit ain't got nothin' better
For the due, baby, that you not around
I'm a rough rider, been tearin' up my town
I need you now, I'll let her go

I'll let her go
I'll let her go, oh-oh
Oh, slatt, slatt, slatt

(17)
Lean, lean, lean, what you do to me, ooh
I say
Xanax, Xanax, you hurt me to my core
And I don't need you at all (I'm a Native American)
I need somewhere for to go
I need someone love me tightly (D-Roc)
And make sure I never fall

I been fallin' out with everybody that I seem to love
I been poppin' all these pills, it's hard to get up off these drugs
And I been tryna catch a O.P comin' out the club
I just want take some more time for to work on me
Do she love me, or want my money?
I'm startin' to think that it's phony
Oh God, I'm livin' hard, hard, hard
We pour up 4's, we smoke on dope, all the way 'til mornin' time
But I ain't scared to bleed
I ain't scared to leave, oh no
Pop from out the tree
Pussy-ass nigga where you thought you were finna go?

These niggas stealin' out the trap before you make it up the street
These niggas stealin' out the trap, bitch, double back and get at me
These pussy niggas get they homies whacked
These pussy niggas they been on my ass
Tryna steal my swag, tryna steal my style, tryna steal my girl
One million dollars up in diamonds not no pearls
We'll swerve through poppin' anytime that we come swerve
Bitch, that's my partner, we'll come wet up your whole curb
Okay, I come from the Mississippi River
Where the water gon' always flow with bodies, oh
Dead men, all I see
Money, all I dream

Still to this day, the only one that I need
Dirty to join your family
Believin' I'm not too clean
Never thought that Davis would bump my song
Never thought Dave would leave me 'lone
Never thought one night that my cousin would leave the house, and get hit with that chrome
Never thought they like my song
Never thought they salt me down
I once spent one million dollars for to take my problems all away
I don't give no f*ck 'bout what they say, oh nah
I'm this bitch like I'm Pimp C, you'll see Miyagi on
I might go out like Eazy E
I got these hoes inside my home
And you know we get it on
And you know don't call my phone
If we ever fell out, if we ever had words
If I ever cut you off, then that shit there you deserve
Slime

These niggas stealin' out the trap before you make it up the street
These niggas stealin' out the trap, bitch, double back and get at me
These pussy niggas get they homies whacked
These pussy niggas they been on my ass
Tryna steal my swag, tryna steal my style, tryna steal my girl
One million dollars up in diamonds not no pearls
We'll swerve through poppin' anytime that we come swerve
Bitch, that's my partner, we'll come wet up your whole curb
Okay, I come from the Mississippi River
Where the water gon' always flow with bodies, oh
Dead men, all I see
Money, all I dream

You ain't gotta call me
I come through pullin' up with all the problems with 6 and da crew
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
You gon' make lil' bro come out the whip and shoot
You gon' find out how we out the way we do
You gon' find out one day how we burglarize the school
You talk that shit, but we still ain't through yet
(Trill got that juice, nigga)

You ain't takin' my smoke, my smoke, my smoke
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke
You can't handle this smoke, this smoke, this smoke
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke
Hit this shit wasn't tryna choke
You can't handle this smoke
Blow my pistol at ya niggas
All you niggas hit the floor
I think all you niggas hoes
I got all you niggas drove
When we swang through with that choppa, ain't no rappin' no more

You can't handle my smoke, my smoke, my smoke
Hlrrd-hlrrd
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke
Bang, bang
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke
You niggas hoes
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke (yeah)

And don't wan' bang gotta call me
I'll come through
Pullin' up with all the problems with 6 and da crew
You gon' make lil bro come out the whip and shoot it
You gon' find out how we out the way do
You gon' find out one day how we burglarize the school
You talk that shit, but we still ain't through yet (yet)

You ain't takin' my smoke, my smoke, my smoke
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke
You can't handle this smoke, this smoke, this smoke
My smoke, my smoke, my smoke
Take the cutter let it spit at yo' ass
Knock the meat off yo' ass
You can't handle this smoke

Yeah
Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh
Look, uh, yeah, look
Finish blood, on my soul, woah-oh
I got that soul
Hit a nigga with that pole (blrrd)
Shit, I just wan' em gone, gone, gone, nigga
I'm Lil Top, boy (ooh)
Who you playin' with?
Run down with that switchy in yo' shit
You get this mag' quick (bom-bom)
This me nigga (huh)
It's sayin' business (bom-bom)
Lil Top, nigga (look)
Murder man

I say no prayers and bitch I meant that
I don't give a f*ck about my baby mamas
Strictly 'bout my son, check how I come
Bitch, I want all the problems
That child support ate up a million dollars
Huh, bitch, I'm payin' that
Don't worry 'bout if I'm late
You just stay safe, bitch, where yo' mind at
They know come lay me where that can at
North 38, I ran that
I'm pussy? I'm gon' zip you and your crew up just for sayin' that
Signed to the streets, I grew up playin' at
Tryna send him where his mans at
They tore me down, I got that sack, I'm comin' back
I get yo' ass whacked, nigga
Lil Top say, "All facts, nigga"
Come 'cross that track, I do you bad
DDawg, he on yo' ass, nigga
We need to buy a house on E, f*ck it
Leave his mama teary, f*ck it
This murder business serious, touch me (boom)
Bitch, you know I'll blow up somethin' (boom)
People tryna kill me once I catch her, she get face shot (baow-baow)
4KTrey and ain't nobody safe, I'm in your way now (4KTrey)
Bitch can't play me, I'm on Gravedigger Mountain, this my playground
Hold up, shoot that .50 make sure that ya hit him, get a thirty ball
"Kentrell, I ain't scared at all"
Top, I say, "F*ck all of y'all"
Better watch yo' mouth the way you talk'll get yo' dad involved
Brrt-brrt, that's a seventy round
Swervin', knock yo' section down
Pussy all that woofin' f*ck around and get yo' head took off
I, I see nothin' but blood inside my dreams
I need a address, that's all I need
I'll make you bleed quick
Post up on this corner, walk up on 'em, get deceased, bitch

I'm in here with murderers (ooh)
They gon' murder ya (yeah)
Park 'round the corner, jump the fence, we leave him dead infront his mama, yeah
I'm in here with murderers
Know you heard of us
That wasn't yo' partner, he took off, and got you hit all in ya head

Bitch who you claim to step on?
Oh I'ma get you stepped on
Oh, I'ma get ya repped on
Left out in all of my songs
They know I got that bitch gone
His people hate me for that (bitch)
Say they gon' lay me for that (bitch)
I got my way 'cross that track (nigga, yeah)
Talk crazy, get yo' shit splat
Outside yo' headquarters, nigga (nigga)
Bitch I go harder, this young Carter
I'm with Law & Order, nigga (yeah)
I'm tryna get that bitch slaughtered
Then spend a M on my daughters (daughters)
I'm tryna hit him in his head
His colleague, last one that saw him (saw him)
You think I'm naked bear arm (bear arm)
Man I done skipped to his turn
I'm tryna get that bitch burned
Rock world, I'm thuggin', come learn

I'm in here with murderers
They gon' murder ya (yeah)
Park 'round the corner, jump the fence, we leave him dead in front his mama
I'm in here with murderers
Know you heard of us
That wasn't yo' partner, he took off, and got ya hit all in ya head

Yeah
Bitch, who you claim to step on?
Boy, I'ma get ya stepped
They talk that shit they know I can't run down right now mane (oh yeah)
Oh, I'ma get ya repped on
Left out in all of my songs (belive that nigga, quit playin' with me, nigga)
Ayy, Choppaboy, that's fat bitch'll run down right now mane (I'm tryna get that bitch gone)
(I heard them niggas hate me for that)
(Say they gon' lay me for that)
(I got my way 'cross that track)
(Talk crazy get yo' shit splat)

(Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')

My team- my team in the hood die 'bout me, nigga
Like they probably ain't gonna understand what I'm sayin', but like
You just gotta catch it
We from different sections

She was f*ckin' wit' lil nigga, I was f*ckin' wit' that boy
These people they weren't never wit' me, happy that I finally saw it
I got plenty foreigns in my yard
I done made it out them trenches, now my mansion large

Bad bitches, they always wit' me, I'm adapted to this
All this money, I keep it 'round me, I'm adapted to this
Designer clothes, swear to God, I'm adapted to this
Big ol' house on top the hill, I'm adapted to this

She want to f*ck me, but I don't and I'm adapted to that
Eighteen bodies, I swear to God I love to get shit whacked
SVJ, I swear to God I'm adapted to that
Since I was sixteen years old, bitch I been rich and I ain't goin' back
I'm adapted to this, I'm adapted to bad bitches
I'm adapted to Finsta, stalkin', she tryna get 'em hit
I'm amused it can use, give my bag to all these bitches
I'm addicted to you, I'll get rid of all these bitches

Bad bitches, they always wit' me, I'm adapted to this
All this money, I keep it 'round me, I'm adapted to this
Designer clothes, swear to God, I'm adapted to this
Big ol' house on top the hill, I'm adapted to this

She was f*ckin' wit' lil nigga, I was f*ckin' wit' that boy
These people they weren't never wit' me, happy that I finally saw it
I got plenty foreigns in my yard
I done made it out them trenches, now my mansion large
I'm adapted to this
I'm adapted to this

Ooh
Uh
Mmm
Let me tell you somethin' now (Simo Fre just killed it)
Back in the day (oh)
I ain't even wanna start that way (oh)
It's like (ah)
(D-Roc)

I always felt like I ain't need your answer
I smoke the Joe, but you the one that I'm bringin' cancer (bah)
Ooh, ooh
I'm pourin' up in my Fanta, f*ck that slander
'Cause my bitches love me, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
I am my own cancer, hustlin' out for you
Who is you?
Bitch, you finna try who?
Got my tool, I'll put you straight up on the news, I swear

Got a plan for all you niggas, look, now check it out
I done made it out that north, the recipe to take somethin' off
Don't say a thing, what's in this house, we ain't finna fight, I'ma kick you out
That shit be flaw, just watch your motherf*ckin' mouth
I'm exhausted, not from flossin', come from tryna X me out
I'm a vamp, I ain't goin' down, you'd think a Xan'll take me out
Bitch, I'm a man, don't stand down, I'll put this pistol in your mouth
And call it self defense and said you tried to harm me in my house
It's gangster, nigga
Caught up in some danger, northside ranger
No one that can blame me, I can never tame her
I just do my thing and buy these fly things
Don't tell her one thing and pour up my syrup

I always felt like I ain't need your answer
I smoke the Joe, but you the one that I'm bringin' cancer (bah)
Ooh, ooh
I'm pourin' up in my Fanta, f*ck that slander
'Cause my bitches love me, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
I am my own cancer, hustlin' out for you
Who is you?
Bitch, you finna try who?
Got my tool, I'll put you straight up on the news, I swear

Now, I told you I ain't come to play games, you better stand if you a man
I ain't playin' it fair inside this game, if you a ho, I'll take your chain
I don't rock like that, I'll give it to my mans for some change
Soon as you say, "Get back," I'ma put my own bag on top your brain
'Cause I always felt like I ain't need no answers
I took that 5 and mixed it with slime, comin' through like Pampers
I got slimes strictly straight out they mind, they tryna slam you
In front the police, blam you, bitch, you'll get dismantled

I always felt like I ain't need your answer
I smoke the Joe, but you the one that I'm bringin' cancer (bah)
Ooh, ooh
I'm pourin' up in my Fanta, f*ck that slander
'Cause my bitches love me, ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh
I am my own cancer, hustlin' out for you
Who is you?
Bitch, you finna try who?
Got my tool, I'll put you straight up on the news, I swear

(Ken, stop the beat)

Yeah, what? What up?
Turnt up off drugs
She wan' be my love, but she can't be my girl
My bankroll not foldin'
My cup overflowin'
Ooh, blue-face Rolly
I was scopin' all night, you chosen

Michael Kors, Louie V, anything, I'm buyin' it
Push-start in the street with a new rod, outside, firin' it
Woah, she keep blowin' on me, airplane mode, my line went
They be talkin' 'bout me, but don't know 'bout me,
From the dustiest to the shiniest
Textin' me jokin', like, ooh
I say, "Your boyfriend don't know me or even like you like I do"
We got Percs, we got X, we got 'shrooms (we got Perc, we got Percs)
Keep a stick, I'm producin' the tunes (keep a stick)
Take your ass, lay you down in my room (lay you down)
Probably think we've been raided by boom (blaow)

Yeah, what? What up?
Turnt up off drugs
She wan' be my love, but she can't be my girl
My bankroll not foldin'
My cup overflowin'
Ooh, blue-face Rolly
I was scopin' all night, you chosen

Yeah, what? What up?
Turnt up off drugs
She wan' be my love, but she can't be my girl
My bankroll not foldin'
My cup overflowin'
Ooh, blue-face Rolly
I was scopin' all night, you chosen

(Berge always flexin')
They know I had, I had came from the bottom with this shit (nah, for real though)
I came from the bottom, nigga (bitch, cook)
You already know though
They blow shit up for nothin'
It ain't nothin' to get that money
Nigga, I'm just a money gettin' motherf*cker
Ooh

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3Three
Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me"
"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"
I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions
Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (haha, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

I buy that ho Michael Kors, Fendi purse, Michael Jordans
They don't like to see me stuntin', I pull up and I act retarded
I got all these diamonds on me, big money, keep it comin'
Don't know how I got all this money, f*ck nigga, I ain't goin' broke for nothin'
Had foreigns since I was sixteen and I'll put them gunners on you
And I always tell my ho, if she don't shine, I won't pop out for nothin'
Always tell my brother hundred thousand, I'ma keep him gunnin'
Bitch-ass nigga, come try somethin', I'ma fire on you in this Saint Laurent
Hit the gas, my Urus run, bitch, my wife just wait her turn
Make it sticky, we do that lightly, cryin' now, shit, get it done
Wake up, Birkin bag runnin', I came up straight out the slums
I told Shyne, "Don't put shit on her if it ain't a one-of-one"
Rich as f*ck, I'm grandma baby, thought papa hated his grandson
I know how to take, break, and make it shake and do it right like dynamite
Will it pop or will it get my pockets right?
I was down and on my dick, I prayed on it like every night
Tryna get it right

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3Three
Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me"
"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"
I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions
Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (come on, man, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

Hold up, I pull up, leanin', swervin' on these Forgiatos
Got your bitch with me, tryna fit in, hit my Styrofoam
Skrrt, slow it down, now the bitch ain't takin' it slow
Got the bitch on dope, she ain't complainin' no more
Got the bitch on froze, that's my ho ho
Make the bitch feel good and treat the ho so cold
Take the bitch from out the hood and change her life on the road
I don't give no f*ck 'bout what she doin', long as I'm puttin' this shit on
Skrrt-skrrt-skrrt-skrrt, I told the bitch, "Cook dope"
Won't be long 'fore Meechy Baby probably walk through the door
(Put your mask on, don't take it off)
I told the bitch, "Cook dope"
And I knew not to let that money hit my bank account at all
Since I was small

Bitch, cook dope, huh, they ain't see me
Jumpin' out that AMG with K and 3Three
Hold up, told her, "Bitch, cook dope, bitch, whip thirty-six for me"
"Whole damn brick, do a split for me"
I'm gon' make the ho cook dope, ho, I'm totin' on extensions
Got my neck and wrist on frozen, young nigga (haha, come on)
Just one show, they pay me damn near one million
When I walk in, I'ma have my gun with me

Up my gun on all they ass

You ain't scarin' me talkin' murder, my life been at the end
Palermo by myself in a brand new Benz (new Benz)
It's Top, nigga

Prayin' to my hollow, finally caught the bitch face
It ain't much that I can say, I been thinkin' 'bout Vea
Same bitch back in the day, I ain't got that much taste
Pray to see me under lights, I thought to buy me a Wraith
Don't even give a clown a thought, I had to clear out my safe
Real niggas playin' ball, they f*ck with 4KTrey
Catch you goin' inside a tunnel, better watch what you say
Long legs, I leave you dead, better not miss trainin' one day
Know Miss Tina probably sayin', "This piece of shit with my daughter"
I won't argue 'cause I know that soon I'll probably be slaughtered
Biggest snake from out of Florida, I ain't never record her
Knew that Stunna never loved me, should've listened to Carter
Who wanna do somethin' with the Five? They know I put shit in order
Try once too many times, we tear your shirt up with .40s
Might as well f*ck around with Starr than my new bitch, you disloyal
Have a baby with this new chick, I'm just thinkin' 'bout Coya
Pitbull, tiger stripes, you ain't foolin' nobody
Please, don't touch your body, that is not exotic
Go and tell them that I'm lyin', I got nineteen bodies
Damn, my wife just seen me cryin', my life too erratic
My life too erratic
I respect a gangster, I don't want your bitch
They don't respect a gangster, like it don't exist
Blame my uncle J, he who turned me to this
Victim of my ways, ain't no turnin' from this
Blowin' my strap several ways, ain't no runnin' from this
Put my brothers in the grave, knew it comin' to this
Dirty motherf*cker, cum in every chick
Plannin' for my grave, I been takin' every risk
Injection in my arms, this the final f*ckin' stick
I'm too up, nigga, that I'm f*cked up
Don't nobody got no love

To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me?
Why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I cry tattoo tears of war

I'm off Chippewa, still get in a stolen car
Load up and I shoot at boys, f*ck 'em, I don't know them niggas
Ridin' inside a Maybach, writin' music, I'ma show you niggas
Herm cryin' in my face, now I gotta show a nigga
If he die today, gotta make sure that I throw Tay a million
Rich, it ain't the greatest feelin', still battlin' with the system
Say I'm gay because my nails, I took your ho, I know the feelin'
Nail you to the cross, Jesus steppin' in my f*ckin' Yeezys
Prayed inside the can, you ever say I'm lyin', they won't believe me
Huntin' on my land, I'm just hopin' that the law don't see me (huntin')
Shook back after every f*ckin' loss, still, I can't compare to Ross
F*ck explainin' how I was raised, nigga
I'm just stickin' to what I was taught, huh
Pussy-ass nigga, f*ck you
Bangin' at you bitches 'til your head fall off (blatt, blatt, blatt)
Claimin' that you're rich until the feds expose all y'all
Serve you then I stick you, BBG saved all y'all
Lock me out the door, but I can hear y'all niggas all loud
Sippin' and I'm laughin' 'til I hear that chopper sound off
Five million dollars, put everybody on my roll call
Seventy thousand dollars missin', stolen by my roll dog
Boozilla, should I zip the bitch? First, he was your roll dog
I ain't lyin' to my wife, she ain't try me, I took her clothes off
Sherhonda know I love her, but cuss her because my soul gone
I begged her for the move when I told her I'm gettin' 'em rolled on
I'm addicted like my cousin Meechy, I get my roll on
All these f*ckin' cars, can't drive, I keep my feelings disguised
Scared to vent to Yaya, but I could talk to my guys
Floyd against me, he the only reason that I stopped tryin'
We 'posed to all be aligned, I keep my head to the sky

To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me?
Why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I cry tattoo tears of war

Last night, I cried tears of war
Murdered you bitches, I deserve this
Workin' for a murderer, I know security heard this
Every dog has his day, I told my wife, "They gon' do me dirty"
(F*ck it) they gon' do me dirty
(Bitch)
I ain't scared to bleed
F*ck 'em and they statements, all these things I achieved
Never satisfied, I'm still livin' in my greed
Mansion in the sky, plannin' murders with my brother B
My uncle always told me and claimed that you gotta be
Pussy nigga, run up on me
Know Quando love me, put yo' ass six-feet, huh
Tryna get my love, but my heart belong to the streets, huh
Stolen by a girl, I admit that I'm f*ckin' weak
I'm f*ckin' weak
Argue with Jason, in the end, well, I love you
Argue with my brother, probably end when I'ma pluck you
Last visit from 3Three, it end with a scuffle
Want me for to change but I'm caught up and I'm thuggin'
F*ck it, I don't owe nobody nothin'

To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me?
Why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I cry tattoo tears of war

To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me?
Why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred
I cry tattoo tears of war