NoCap, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - PallBearer lyrics

[NoCap, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - PallBearer lyrics]

I need to talk to Mike Laury hello?
This is Mike Laury dubba-AA flex

She say she fuck with frauds,  rich nigga
Stop her from (Oh)
My cousin, he stretch fentanyl
Don't wanna rap, still gon' get that backend
Rich hoe attraction, can't fit by trappin'
Waitin' on bro for to tap in
Just for to go get active
(This is the sound) dior fashion
(Slime) , all murder clothin' (Go)
Stepped on shit, but stayed crypto
Buy another route
Top say "Tote that red flag, come cross here
We devil zone"
Tryna fuck only when she want cash
She the one prolly put the rep on 'em
Assassins tryna step on 'em
Pallbearer, put my belt on 'em
Neighbor's son dead on that corner
And they put the blame on my money
These hoes ain't have a year
Run, bein' rude with me, so I left 'em
Cross me out been had a X on 'em
Made of steel, not even my flesh phony (Nah)

Dirty stick, new fit
Walk with that check on me (Check)
I be out all night
Bitch just complain 'bout Off White
Real made nigga
Don't understand why I walk 'round
With that TEC on me (TEC)
Nigga talkin' loud all night
They gon' point at me 'cause of my type

If I knew what love was
I wouldn't have asked y'all
Got niggas posted on the curb
That's them fast balls
You can still see the blood
On my Air Force 1's
And you can still see the
Tears sheddin' off my gun
Choosin' sides, you better pick
Just like Richard Sherman
You think we aimin' at your legs
We got more guns than an ornament
These fingers for triggers only
And we don't ever do pointin'
My bitch from Charlotte, can't diss me
She know I'm flyer than Hornet
All we know is ball, niggas shavin'
It's a drought on real niggas
Hate to say it, ayy
Spin the Benz, do a drill, in a damn Mercedes
My screen cracked, I told 'em that
I'm still catchin' cases
Ayy, brand new Glock, new fit
I got no vest on i stayed up all night
Started talkin to them porch lights
She got a nigga
But she still gon' fuck me 'cause I'm rich
Don't let your pride get in the way
Made it from by the gas station

She say she fuck with frauds, rich nigga
Stop her from (Oh)
My cousin, he stretch fentanyl
Don't wanna rap, still gon' get that backend
(Dubba-AA flex)
Rich hoe attraction, can't fit by trappin'
Waitin' on bro for to tap in
Just for to go get active dior fashion
(Slime) , all murder clothin' (Go)
Stepped on shit, but stayed crypto
Buy another route
Top say "Tote that red flag, come cross here
We devil zone"
Tryna fuck only when she want cash
She the one prolly put the rep on 'em
Assassins tryna step on 'em
Pallbearer, put my belt on 'em
Neighbor's son dead on that corner
And they put the blame on my money
These hoes ain't have a year
Run, bein' rude with me, so I left 'em
Cross me out been had a X on 'em
Made of steel, not even my flesh phony (Nah)

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