Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (none of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it
Just catch it, it's some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't f*ck with me then f*ck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you love me, yeah
Real poppin' in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldier down and I'm good, I wish you motherf*ckin' would
I wish you motherf*ckers do it, yeah, choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray
They gon' tell you 'bout how I do it
Northside 38, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on, they ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home, they ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't f*ck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in, grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand, I'll zip your man, find you a new one
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin' on bars, my Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make believe
I come from robbin' shit to knots stuffed up inside my Robin jeans
I told that ho, "Get off my back, it's only room 'nough for my team"
Give me that iron, I'ma roll on 'em
Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga
They got a place for me, Lil' Top, I got a K 'wit me
A Drac', you know it love to sing
He really pussy 'cause he red belong, and you know he gon' get down for me
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me (down for me, bitch)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and f*cked 'em
Young'n got on that meth and he be lookin' lean
Cross your top with the Glock you try anything
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you try proceed
I been on my back in '17
I ain't had no money for weed, man, I was bummin' for weeks
Down on my dick, so I schemed
Bitch, take a bobby pin and had the money inside her hair out for me
Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear all her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out for weeks
Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston, dealin', boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Dre because I permed his ass before we had linked, damn
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga
I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
Now you better go on 'bout your lil' business
Before it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades, 'cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K
Know I'm built to last like it's my last, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated to that glass, bitch can't even (?)
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass, I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
Soldier rollin', load it, tell 'em, free JBeezy, he creepin' creature, mane
For those don't know me, make it look easy, with that heat, he leave your brain
And seen me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna beat, beat it like Soulja Slim
When he had jumped with P in that tank
But the only thing, it's a difference
I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm never broke again
And I feel Northside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want change, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuck by them hoes
Check how we roll up, you already know, cutthroat, nigga
YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Won't Step On Me Lyrics
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Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (none of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it
Just catch it, it's some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't f*ck with me then f*ck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you love me, yeah
Real poppin' in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldier down and I'm good, I wish you motherf*ckin' would
I wish you motherf*ckers do it, yeah, choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray
They gon' tell you 'bout how I do it
Northside 38, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on, they ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home, they ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't f*ck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in, grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand, I'll zip your man, find you a new one
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin' on bars, my Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make believe
I come from robbin' shit to knots stuffed up inside my Robin jeans
I told that ho, "Get off my back, it's only room 'nough for my team"
Give me that iron, I'ma roll on 'em
Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga
They got a place for me, Lil' Top, I got a K 'wit me
A Drac', you know it love to sing
He really pussy 'cause he red belong, and you know he gon' get down for me
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me (down for me, bitch)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and f*cked 'em
Young'n got on that meth and he be lookin' lean
Cross your top with the Glock you try anything
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you try proceed
I been on my back in '17
I ain't had no money for weed, man, I was bummin' for weeks
Down on my dick, so I schemed
Bitch, take a bobby pin and had the money inside her hair out for me
Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear all her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out for weeks
Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston, dealin', boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Dre because I permed his ass before we had linked, damn
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga
I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
Now you better go on 'bout your lil' business
Before it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades, 'cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K
Know I'm built to last like it's my last, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated to that glass, bitch can't even (?)
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass, I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
Soldier rollin', load it, tell 'em, free JBeezy, he creepin' creature, mane
For those don't know me, make it look easy, with that heat, he leave your brain
And seen me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna beat, beat it like Soulja Slim
When he had jumped with P in that tank
But the only thing, it's a difference
I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm never broke again
And I feel Northside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want change, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuck by them hoes
Check how we roll up, you already know, cutthroat, nigga
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this
We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (none of that shit you niggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it
Just catch it, it's some real gangster shit now
I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't f*ck with me then f*ck 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come, I know you love me, yeah
Real poppin' in my hood and that street shit I love, nigga
See me soldier down and I'm good, I wish you motherf*ckin' would
I wish you motherf*ckers do it, yeah, choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray
They gon' tell you 'bout how I do it
Northside 38, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on, they ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home, they ain't wanna look out for my children
Matter fact, I'm back, I been gettin' stats
Don't f*ck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in, grindin' to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand, I'll zip your man, find you a new one
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
And your finest nigga stankin', he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playin' on bars, my Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean
I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make believe
I come from robbin' shit to knots stuffed up inside my Robin jeans
I told that ho, "Get off my back, it's only room 'nough for my team"
Give me that iron, I'ma roll on 'em
Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no nigga
They got a place for me, Lil' Top, I got a K 'wit me
A Drac', you know it love to sing
He really pussy 'cause he red belong, and you know he gon' get down for me
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me (down for me, bitch)
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, come up with plenty killers, gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and f*cked 'em
Young'n got on that meth and he be lookin' lean
Cross your top with the Glock you try anything
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you try proceed
I been on my back in '17
I ain't had no money for weed, man, I was bummin' for weeks
Down on my dick, so I schemed
Bitch, take a bobby pin and had the money inside her hair out for me
Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear all her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out for weeks
Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston, dealin', boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Dre because I permed his ass before we had linked, damn
Hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
Bitch, hold up, no way at all you gon' step on me
Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep off me
They gon' find this nigga stankin' he run up on me
I'ma whoop your ass, lil' nigga
I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played
Now you better go on 'bout your lil' business
Before it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades, 'cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K
Know I'm built to last like it's my last, I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated to that glass, bitch can't even (?)
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass, I'm bringin' all you bitches pain
Soldier rollin', load it, tell 'em, free JBeezy, he creepin' creature, mane
For those don't know me, make it look easy, with that heat, he leave your brain
And seen me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna beat, beat it like Soulja Slim
When he had jumped with P in that tank
But the only thing, it's a difference
I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm never broke again
And I feel Northside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want change, they gon' be bangin' all to the end
No wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuck by them hoes
Check how we roll up, you already know, cutthroat, nigga
Writer: India Arie Williams, Jalen Jones, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Leor Shevah, Samuel Thanni
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Copyright: Lyrics © LUSH MUSIC LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., EMPIRE PUBLISHING
Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Language: English
Length: 3:37
Written by: India Arie Williams, Jalen Jones, Kentrell Desean Gaulden, Leor Shevah, Samuel Thanni