(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah, look
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Strut down with them poles
Bending curves with my lil' bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no stove
Mold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the code
I talk that tar and fetti, f*ck that nigga, I could make my own
We call it hard fetti, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to f*ck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fare
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is, I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, f*ck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm f*cked up, f*ck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta'
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, ya bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin' back
They can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw the chalk, who next?
I want another hat like motherf*ck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherf*ckin' touch that
Every time we see you up that
Bitch, you know you gettin' bust at
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
Murder, we gon' throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Big Bankroll Lyrics
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(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah, look
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Strut down with them poles
Bending curves with my lil' bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no stove
Mold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the code
I talk that tar and fetti, f*ck that nigga, I could make my own
We call it hard fetti, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to f*ck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fare
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is, I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, f*ck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm f*cked up, f*ck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta'
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, ya bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin' back
They can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw the chalk, who next?
I want another hat like motherf*ck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherf*ckin' touch that
Every time we see you up that
Bitch, you know you gettin' bust at
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
Murder, we gon' throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I'm full of drugs and I'm still turnt up, nigga
I'm still in love and I'm and I'm and I'm muggin', nigga
I'll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah, look
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
I say murder, we gon' the blow the curb up
I'm talkin' to the point where they can't even serve nothin'
I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on
You better be on point, we pull up shootin' tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin' at your door
Been in that 'Raq for 'bout a month, these niggas hoes
Strut down with them poles
Bending curves with my lil' bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don't use no stove
Mold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the code
I talk that tar and fetti, f*ck that nigga, I could make my own
We call it hard fetti, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin' for me now my baby mamas used to f*ck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I'm the reason they ain't there
I'm the founder of the killings season, every month I pay that fare
Nigga know I'm in that car, most time I'm tryna see if they here, bitch
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don't know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I'm like is, I'm gon' kill him or he gon' kill me?
But, f*ck, I think I jinxed myself 'cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I'm doped up and I'm f*cked up, f*ck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside 'em, so I'm bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain't go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta'
God'll tell you I'm a bloody nigga, ya bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, and get it back
Officer, when you talk 'bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
'Cause that's the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y'all paint me like I'm made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin' back
They can't pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make 'em come and draw the chalk, who next?
I want another hat like motherf*ck that
I ten my twin, you better not motherf*ckin' touch that
Every time we see you up that
Bitch, you know you gettin' bust at
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let's go
Toting on .223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of 'em all
And I still ain't never chose
F*ck that shit, hang up the phone, ain't talkin' no money, man, I'm done with that
Told my youngin' he better not stop spinnin' on him 'til we done with that
I'm walkin' with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and Top ain't gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass
Murder, we gon' throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can't say nothin'
(Drell On The Track) We gon' pile up, drill 'em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon' spray 'em down, yeah
Writer: Brandon Russell, Jaylen Lorenz Jackson, Kendrell Mattox, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
From Album: Top
Length: 3:20
Written by: Brandon Russell, Jaylen Lorenz Jackson, Kendrell Mattox, Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Year: 2020