DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - BBL lyrics

(Uzoma, come here)
I fuck on that ho and came back on her
Fuck on that ho and I– yeah (Chill, Hint)

I fuck on that ho and came back on her
(yeah) , it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil' ass on you
(Let's go) , your doctor did good, shit
I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch
The pack in the mail
Had to make something for
The gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin'-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas

It's Baby, bitch, say that shit two times
(Say it two)
Baby, Baby, he acting brand new now
(Baby, Baby)
Had to shake 'em, he got back his juicе now
(And the– woo) now you double back
Knew you wеre coming back (Let's go)
Got the shit in my house that connect
The guest house to the house
Park the Rolls-Royce up under that (yeah)
I could fuck up the game if a
Nigga dropped now, set it down
Niggas think he ain't comin' back
Somebody must told you wrong (Huh?)
Come through popping on a whole new song
(yeah, bitch)
Pussy nigga must think they lit
'til they put us
In this bitch and cut the Pro Tools on
(yeah, nigga)
Hatin'-ass nigga still gon' die, keep
Waitin' in the line, bitch, it won't be long
(No, no) rap niggas talk big boy shit, but
When I'm in the room, they control they tone
I set it off on these niggas
They know it too (They know it)
Long live G, a bitch play
He gon' go with you (Let's go)
You know your lil' brother gon' blow that–
(Woo) that's my gangster bitch
She from the west side (yeah, the west)
Many men, bitch, I need me a vest (Uh, huh)
You gon' need more than that how we step out
Spend every dollar I got 'til a nigga get
Dropped, take his ass out the game
Nigga checked out (Bitch)
You the type of fuck nigga switch
Up when you don't get attention
Lil' bitch feelin' left out (Bitch)
I could be the lil' dog in the room
I'ma walk in that bitch my chin
Up with my chest out
Honestly, all these rap niggas hoes music
Don't got no bop in it
Back on they neck now
Goin' Birdman, I need my respect out
Got a bitch look like Left Eye, yes I (yeah)

I fuck on that ho and came back on her
(Go) , it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil' ass on you
(Let's go) , your doctor did good, shit
I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch
The pack in the mail
Had to make something for
The gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin'-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas

Fully loaded whip, I'm back on my bullshit
And this bitch fully loaded, FN clip
Turn that block and the two shooters come
Out the roof, spinnin' back to back
Back 'til they finish 'em
Shorty driving while we in a widebody
At a spot where they gon'
Drop off them bodies
She gon' leave on commercial
Come back in a private
I know that she got it
Gotta make sure she copy
Dirty lil' kitchen, she cleaning the bowls
Bro servin' the bowl
We still sellin' them 'bows
Brother gon' trap while I'm confined at home
House arrest from me totin' that
Fire on the road know for a fact she ain't
Breakin' the code, everything
She don't know if they kickin' in doors
She won't open her mouth
I surprised her, they backin' the Lamb'
Off the truck in the bottom, south side
In my grandmother house where my
Mom and them grew
Like I'm sick, got the flu
I been turned up on Boo
With that stick, I'ma shoot
I don't play with them dudes
Flood her neck with them diamonds
Lil' shorty the truth
In her purse, put the blick, smoke on one
I'ma hit but he only got eight
Better come with the tip
My little youngin take quarters
He don't give a shit
If he can't add it up, he gon' sell it to you
Sign her name for that cutter
She buy it for you
Shorty stay with the shit and
She down for the crew
She pickin' it up and I'm poppin' her
Off, when that gangster shit come
Sling that iron for you
Stealin' polos and T-shirts up out of the
Mall, I ain't nothin' like Omar
Send that wire for you
Vacuum seals, baking soda
This home improvement
She bring the quinine by two, go

I fuck on that ho and came back on her
(Go) , it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil' ass
On you, your doctor did good, shit
I can't even tell
I'm the only one wrap, bitch
The pack in the mail
Had to make something for
The gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin'-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas