(Mommy, India got them beats)
(K4 produced it)
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Bitch go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"
Go tell 'em lil' cuz still makin' 'em hitters get busy with them red dots
Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a head shot
I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh
Stop now, pop off, then sped off
I'm with that shit, we tear it down
Ol' bitch ass nigga, you gon' f*ck around and get your body found
Free my daddy, on my face, my problems, just like my mama
We out with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addys, not no trauma
Deal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised he fumblin'
Yeah, I pull up fast, and then jump right on side
Pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch
Uh-uh, mhm
He's a motherf*ckin' animal, he come through like a cannon ball
His gun gon straight demolish you, it damage you, he get this off
Shoot, let the AR off, monkey nuts, problem solved
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Shoot the whole club up, don't call soon as you seen this
Mistake from back to the trunk up (baow)
She better not have no kids in there, I'm a millionaire
Don't throw our position, nigga, then say we didn't pick them fair, nigga, f*ck that
Know he dead, we ain't even care, should've caught yo' ass in there
Fly a crib and charge her for to let her do my hair
You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare
Know I'm bangin', red light, Tony Starks no perhaps
Disrespect me, slump you on your project stairs
Who you? Blah-blah, you gon hear, "Pow, pow"
Punch me with that, "Rah, rah," bitch
They know I don't do no stuntin' I just wan' end it
F*ck that tension, I'ma throw out money
They don't do no actin', I get active I'm on Mazapan
Run up on that bitch clappin'
Once we smashin', rip off we straight laughin' like that shit be funny
Jit ain't got no mind, nigga
I'm slime allegiance, nigga
'TIl the green flag
Of the United States believe that, of America Bitch
You better stay on your pivot, nigga, believe
We on spaceship
Hey, is Kentrell in there?
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Head Shot Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Head Shot Lyrics
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English
(Mommy, India got them beats)
(K4 produced it)
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Bitch go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"
Go tell 'em lil' cuz still makin' 'em hitters get busy with them red dots
Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a head shot
I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh
Stop now, pop off, then sped off
I'm with that shit, we tear it down
Ol' bitch ass nigga, you gon' f*ck around and get your body found
Free my daddy, on my face, my problems, just like my mama
We out with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addys, not no trauma
Deal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised he fumblin'
Yeah, I pull up fast, and then jump right on side
Pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch
Uh-uh, mhm
He's a motherf*ckin' animal, he come through like a cannon ball
His gun gon straight demolish you, it damage you, he get this off
Shoot, let the AR off, monkey nuts, problem solved
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Shoot the whole club up, don't call soon as you seen this
Mistake from back to the trunk up (baow)
She better not have no kids in there, I'm a millionaire
Don't throw our position, nigga, then say we didn't pick them fair, nigga, f*ck that
Know he dead, we ain't even care, should've caught yo' ass in there
Fly a crib and charge her for to let her do my hair
You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare
Know I'm bangin', red light, Tony Starks no perhaps
Disrespect me, slump you on your project stairs
Who you? Blah-blah, you gon hear, "Pow, pow"
Punch me with that, "Rah, rah," bitch
They know I don't do no stuntin' I just wan' end it
F*ck that tension, I'ma throw out money
They don't do no actin', I get active I'm on Mazapan
Run up on that bitch clappin'
Once we smashin', rip off we straight laughin' like that shit be funny
Jit ain't got no mind, nigga
I'm slime allegiance, nigga
'TIl the green flag
Of the United States believe that, of America Bitch
You better stay on your pivot, nigga, believe
We on spaceship
Hey, is Kentrell in there?
(K4 produced it)
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Bitch go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"
Go tell 'em lil' cuz still makin' 'em hitters get busy with them red dots
Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a head shot
I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh
Stop now, pop off, then sped off
I'm with that shit, we tear it down
Ol' bitch ass nigga, you gon' f*ck around and get your body found
Free my daddy, on my face, my problems, just like my mama
We out with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addys, not no trauma
Deal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised he fumblin'
Yeah, I pull up fast, and then jump right on side
Pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch
Uh-uh, mhm
He's a motherf*ckin' animal, he come through like a cannon ball
His gun gon straight demolish you, it damage you, he get this off
Shoot, let the AR off, monkey nuts, problem solved
Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat, and he like switch-ons too
But, they shot two different cars right back-to-back (yeah, yeah)
Shoot the whole club up, don't call soon as you seen this
Mistake from back to the trunk up (baow)
She better not have no kids in there, I'm a millionaire
Don't throw our position, nigga, then say we didn't pick them fair, nigga, f*ck that
Know he dead, we ain't even care, should've caught yo' ass in there
Fly a crib and charge her for to let her do my hair
You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare
Know I'm bangin', red light, Tony Starks no perhaps
Disrespect me, slump you on your project stairs
Who you? Blah-blah, you gon hear, "Pow, pow"
Punch me with that, "Rah, rah," bitch
They know I don't do no stuntin' I just wan' end it
F*ck that tension, I'ma throw out money
They don't do no actin', I get active I'm on Mazapan
Run up on that bitch clappin'
Once we smashin', rip off we straight laughin' like that shit be funny
Jit ain't got no mind, nigga
I'm slime allegiance, nigga
'TIl the green flag
Of the United States believe that, of America Bitch
You better stay on your pivot, nigga, believe
We on spaceship
Hey, is Kentrell in there?
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden