YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Carter Son lyrics

You're a Genius, McFly aI
It's the Carter's son the Carter's
Turn me up a lil'

Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin'
(Rollin')
But did I mention this my own clothin'?
The fuck you mean?
Made nigga, bought my own Rollie
But if them crackers pull me over
They gon' say I stole it
Good mornin', we on it
I went bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros, to them
I feel I owed it but let's not be heroic
'cause everybody roguish
They don't want us totin' guns
But they let the fuckin' killers tote it
Let's take a ride and see
Though, where them people be, though
Colt 45, the grip design
Bought this bitch from Casino
Soprano, no Soprino
We live life like Yung Bino
Had a show in B-more
After that post on the block with Chino
(I'm a hustlin' motherfucker)
Look for a star on every hundred, C note
I'm the top on YouTube, fuck a new school
I don't use no Vevo
These niggas 'round me, they too cruel, they
Bust tools and die for me, though
I don't pay money for no life
The murder pay off me, so

Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see
Though got juveniles on the block
Thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they
Go all out for me, though

Sucked all the pain up
Let's fuck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin' that rock
(It's the Carter's son)
You got your change up
They brought your name up
When it's war, we wet they
Block, and when it's said
This shit'll never be done
I can't say I'm fucking
With all this involvement
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama
My baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them"
(Rob all them) venezuela ventilator
My first trip to Georgia made 'em
Some companions with ambitions, was
Double G, NBA native
I wish baptism could've saved us
Never broke until the grave in
Excuse ourselves, knock on the tables
I make a pussy bite the pavement
I can't say I'm fucking
With all this involvement
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama
My baba
Like, "Load up and come and rob all them"
(Rob all them)

Came out alright
But I'm blinded from the life, I can't see
Though got juveniles on the block
Thirty stick hangin' out the Glock
Bandana tied 'round the clip, and they
Go all out for me, though

That's my son, that's my slime
He on my dime, it's the Carter's son