DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - WiFi lyrics

Jonathan Lyndale Kirk

[DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - WiFi lyrics]

(Damn, Glacier
This one finna kill these niggas)

Nigga, keep tweetin', see
You can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em
It's 'bout time knock 'em off
They gon' be bloggin' 'em right now 
(Brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (Skrrt)
Come out the house
Know we posted at night time
(I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?

Nah, nigga, wake up (Go)
I just sent a lil' something your
Way to come shake something
Got the drop from his lil' bitch (yeah)
She be fuckin' on me, I put nut on her makеup
(Ew) that stick is gon' break something
Bullets blow up your body
Thеy known to inflate something
Know I'm standin' on business
These niggas won't take nothin'
I be shootin' for the kill, from the hip
I'ma face something
I'ma send me somebody to knock at your door
Like some pizza or something
I don't interact with bitch-ass niggas
Runnin' 'round
Actin' like my nieces or something
I take that back, matter fact, nigga
My niece is more realer
I'd rather a fuck nigga stay a
Hundred feet from a nigga
No, I ain't stuntin' these niggas
I got a daughter more gangsta
So I'ma separate and stand across
The street from a nigga
I got up off they ass, I'm on you now (yeah)
And I ain't fuckin' 'round with
Nothin' under 40 cal' (Go)
I'm tryna put a hole in any nigga
Burn 'em down
I ain't jokin' 'round with no nigga, baow
Funny now
Standin' in the Nawf, plenty pistols
We ain't runnin' out
Known to get 'em killed
Plenty killas know who run the town
Talk on the net, when I'm here
They don’t come around
I'ma catch him, his time steady runnin' out
Grab your keyboard

Nigga, keep tweetin', see
You can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em
It's 'bout time knock 'em off
They gon' be bloggin' 'em right now
(Brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (Skrrt)
Come out the house
Know we posted at night time
(I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?

Up my blicky on him and I blow it up too
From a distance, the police, we shoot at 'em
Too ask lil' Ten how we do
Out on scene and we blockin' and lurkin'
I'm fiendin' to get at that dude
Hit that boy with the stick, same day
Shoot a video
Record it and then I upload to YouTube
Try me, I bet I fuck over the fool
Fifty-one, walk 'em down while
I'm loadin' the tool shh, don't tell nobody
Drop the bag, got a brand new body (yeah)
Drop the bag, got a brand new Phantom
Yeah, a nigga gotta take his
Shoes off inside it (No shoes)
2022 white mink rugs oh well
What the fuck I'm supposed to
Do? I gotta drive it (yeah)
I cut the bougie shit and saved
The loot and fly commercial
If I ever wanna do it, fly in private, yeah

Nigga, keep tweetin', see
You can die on that Wi-Fi
You gon' die from that internet, catch 'em
It's 'bout time knock 'em off
They gon' be bloggin' em right now
(Brrt, pah)
Big worm bitch, I send a drive-by (Skrrt)
Come out the house
Know we posted at night time
(I'ma be waitin' on ya, ah)
Leavin' his body inside of that white line
762, we gon' wake up the block, huh?

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