YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Whitey Burglar Lyrics

I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello (thieves), this is Mike Laury (thieves)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Long days
Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready
Woo (oh), I say murder (oh, oh)
I say, I say they, yeah
They ain't ever f*cked with me, yeah
Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump
Just like these dog-ass hoes
Yeah, you already know how it go (This is The Sound)

I'm wearin' these new Diesels fits (new Diesels)
My murder clothes (them my murder clothes)
Don't switch sides, throw up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't ho (I ain't ho)
Top tell y'all go step on shit, uh (step on shit)
Told her, "Case closed"
I say, "Put that belt on me, uh, I cross five souls"

Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him (Walahi)

Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Swang that Draco and somebody get killed
Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon' send me to that island, for real
Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate
Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face (baow)
Pall bearer, I be raisin' the rate
Red eye, it won't be a fair chase (baow, baow)
Shawty gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk
In that foreign, ain't no stoppin', I up and I'm poppin'
A nigga might die in this bitch, might die
I know ten, ten, shh, f*ck how wild it get (how wild)
Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid
I saw him and pulled onside of that bitch
They ain't playin' chess, they be hidin' from hits
Tell the meek, "You gon' die, my friend"
Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in
After doin' the drill, change the firin' pan
PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the Hurst out)
You a grave digger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em dead
Society he wanna join, he a straight killer, man

I'm wearin' these new Diesels fitted (uh)
My murder clothes
Don't switch sides, throw up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hoe
Top tell y'all go step on shit (step)
Told her, "Case closed"
I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls"

Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Fillin' up, they ain't f*ckin' with me
Mad man, leavin' blood in the streets
Ball man, came only for grief
Pray to Lord, we gon' pray 'fore we feast
At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain
Uppin', one click, more than one in might be
We ain't here to party, we just scopin' the scene
Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave
About playin' with me (damn, baow)
I got my fye, f*ck H.P.D
I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene (f*ck 'em)
I'm in that Nawf, right where you not
Where you think I ain't nothin', I'm prolly sleep
Runnin' circles around everythin', plan on catchin' me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me?
After the fact, they can't even breathe

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge)
I told my baba that they cannot fault him

Oh, oh, oh, oh (This is The Sound)
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh
Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much
I say, "Off 'em"