Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - No Mercy lyrics
Tyquian Terrel Bowman
[Quando Rondo, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - No Mercy lyrics]
Doo, doo, doo
Uh, uh, yeah (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan
(Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut
Her off, once I hit
She get passed to my brother them
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just
Like some Skittles with
Two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your
Lil' nigga, y'all boys ain't no killers
I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin'
That, I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked
In the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag
(Brrt) , I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with
A mask, I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
When you shoot, ain't no runnin'
We dumpin' back
Fifty shots in the drum when we up the mag'
Just to make sure we slump 'em
We gon' double back
Bitch, I come from the slums, out the can
Savannah
My lil' murdered one in the new Atlanta
Swear they say on my head
It's a hundred racks
I even got smoke with my own
Kind, if I tell 'em, your chain get snatched
Who the fuck you been talkin'
To? I'm just askin'
Nigga, y'all got my number
But makin' captions nigga, since when these
Niggas been oversteppin'?
Boy, it's up in the air
I ain't givin' passes
Paranoid everywhere, so I keep a ratchet
Bet that cutter gon' make 'em flip, acrobatic
I just buried a hunna inside the casket
Treat my bitch like a Barbie
Just bought her plastic
If you don't like me, let me know
Boy, you know that you a ho
Big check like Nike, that's for sure
But yeah, this pipe still in for sure
Before this music shit
I ain't care 'bout money, I was shootin' shit
I don't care 'bout who you is
Your dude a snitch
These niggas know my crew legit
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan
(Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut
Her off, once I hit
She get passed to my brother them
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just
Like some Skittles with
Two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your
Lil' nigga, y'all boys ain't no killers
I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin'
That, I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked
In the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag
(Brrt) , I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with
A mask, I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
Don't do no kickin', gotta get it
I'm tryna get all of my niggas
From out of the trenches
I gave her racks for some game, I
Cover her up in Dior, but mostly, it's Fendi
My bitch be walkin' around with a million
I take her wrist and I set Richard Mille
Look at the diamonds, her bracelet's tennis
Told you to tell 'em it's gon' be a killin'
Really rich, fuck nemesis, I'm the villain
I spent your whole label deal on my Bentley
I tell it right how it is
Killers, they keepin' it real
I'm returnin' them with it
Already know how I'm is
One of them niggas gon' die when
I come to the city
Four door matte Jag' with a sack
Got the strap on his ass
Nigga play, let it clap, get back
Playin' with the bag, out the flap
It's a wrap let it bang at his cap
'til his ass get smashed
From the hotel, we go pick up them bitches
Turn off her phone
She don't know where we at
Loaded gun, tell her, "Leave me 'lone
" I'm the one holdin' them racks
I'm the one flooded with cash
But once you get high with it
It'll never come back
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan
(Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut
Her off, once I hit
She get passed to my brother them
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just
Like some Skittles with
Two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your
Lil' nigga, y'all boys ain't no killers
I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin'
That, I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked
In the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag
(Brrt) , I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with
A mask, I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
Uh, uh, yeah (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan
(Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut
Her off, once I hit
She get passed to my brother them
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just
Like some Skittles with
Two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your
Lil' nigga, y'all boys ain't no killers
I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin'
That, I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked
In the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag
(Brrt) , I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with
A mask, I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
When you shoot, ain't no runnin'
We dumpin' back
Fifty shots in the drum when we up the mag'
Just to make sure we slump 'em
We gon' double back
Bitch, I come from the slums, out the can
Savannah
My lil' murdered one in the new Atlanta
Swear they say on my head
It's a hundred racks
I even got smoke with my own
Kind, if I tell 'em, your chain get snatched
Who the fuck you been talkin'
To? I'm just askin'
Nigga, y'all got my number
But makin' captions nigga, since when these
Niggas been oversteppin'?
Boy, it's up in the air
I ain't givin' passes
Paranoid everywhere, so I keep a ratchet
Bet that cutter gon' make 'em flip, acrobatic
I just buried a hunna inside the casket
Treat my bitch like a Barbie
Just bought her plastic
If you don't like me, let me know
Boy, you know that you a ho
Big check like Nike, that's for sure
But yeah, this pipe still in for sure
Before this music shit
I ain't care 'bout money, I was shootin' shit
I don't care 'bout who you is
Your dude a snitch
These niggas know my crew legit
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan
(Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut
Her off, once I hit
She get passed to my brother them
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just
Like some Skittles with
Two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your
Lil' nigga, y'all boys ain't no killers
I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin'
That, I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked
In the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag
(Brrt) , I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with
A mask, I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
Don't do no kickin', gotta get it
I'm tryna get all of my niggas
From out of the trenches
I gave her racks for some game, I
Cover her up in Dior, but mostly, it's Fendi
My bitch be walkin' around with a million
I take her wrist and I set Richard Mille
Look at the diamonds, her bracelet's tennis
Told you to tell 'em it's gon' be a killin'
Really rich, fuck nemesis, I'm the villain
I spent your whole label deal on my Bentley
I tell it right how it is
Killers, they keepin' it real
I'm returnin' them with it
Already know how I'm is
One of them niggas gon' die when
I come to the city
Four door matte Jag' with a sack
Got the strap on his ass
Nigga play, let it clap, get back
Playin' with the bag, out the flap
It's a wrap let it bang at his cap
'til his ass get smashed
From the hotel, we go pick up them bitches
Turn off her phone
She don't know where we at
Loaded gun, tell her, "Leave me 'lone
" I'm the one holdin' them racks
I'm the one flooded with cash
But once you get high with it
It'll never come back
Stars in the ceilin' shit
I make a wish when I jump out the Cullinan
(Uh, yeah)
Someone grab the scissors 'cause I cut
Her off, once I hit
She get passed to my brother them
(Uh, uh, uh, yeah)
Different color vehicles look just
Like some Skittles with
Two hundred thou' in a duffle bag
I hang with the killer that killed your
Lil' nigga, y'all boys ain't no killers
I'm on your ass
Pour up some codeine, I'm sippin'
That, I'm goin' cold, cold turkey
Money and molly, it's tucked
In the Fendi pack
I don't want no more Perkies
I send my youngin to shoot it up for a bag
(Brrt) , I can't show no more mercy
COVID-19, we gon' step on 'em with
A mask, I'm talkin' closed, closed curtains
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