Aight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules
No phones, don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Glahmer (Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, know what I'm sayin'
Lost friends, yeah
(808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
(DJ Drama) oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh) (YB, have at it)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they f*ck you together
And they know I'll do it, I ain't tell 'em to be careful they know (brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't f*ck with cops (yeah)
He got dropped, "Pick up your nigga," what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't playin' for, yeah
Bitches real desrvin', spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
Uh, she know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Came dirty, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both post
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh)
Aight listen up (Gangsta Grillz)
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family
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English
Aight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules
No phones, don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Glahmer (Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, know what I'm sayin'
Lost friends, yeah
(808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
(DJ Drama) oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh) (YB, have at it)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they f*ck you together
And they know I'll do it, I ain't tell 'em to be careful they know (brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't f*ck with cops (yeah)
He got dropped, "Pick up your nigga," what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't playin' for, yeah
Bitches real desrvin', spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
Uh, she know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Came dirty, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both post
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh)
Aight listen up (Gangsta Grillz)
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family
Baby, you know the rules
No phones, don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Glahmer (Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, know what I'm sayin'
Lost friends, yeah
(808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
(DJ Drama) oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh) (YB, have at it)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me and they all tens
And they have their way if they want, they f*ck you together
And they know I'll do it, I ain't tell 'em to be careful they know (brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't f*ck with cops (yeah)
He got dropped, "Pick up your nigga," what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't playin' for, yeah
Bitches real desrvin', spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
Uh, she know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah
Came dirty, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no swiffer than that .30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both post
From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now
Oh, oh, oh
Got a text and it ain't low (oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh)
Aight listen up (Gangsta Grillz)
I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'
Oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama
C'mon, ma'
You know I got a family
Writer: Kentrell Desean Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © SMATT SONGS, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © SMATT SONGS, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Kentrell Desean Gaulden