YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 7 Days lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 7 Days lyrics]

(I got Hitman on the beat)
There ain't no love for her
I been M.I.A. though
(Marcuss, you killin' the beat)
Ayy, fuck ya, fuck ya too
Murder gang

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga
I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days
And then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga
You should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down
All I know is leave a stain
Hold on
I got a reason 'bout why
I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail
And they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons
It ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin'
Straps got built-in beams in

If I said it, bitch, I mean it
Gettin' dirty with my clean ass
Double R, back then
It used to be a blue Jag'
Dirty bitch just want cash, fall for it
My wrong ass
Play games, I can't pass
Only thing I want is you smashed
Dirty bitch, you ain't my ho
Don't call my phonе with your dog ass
You fuckin' 'round with the other side
Don't bе inside when that car crash
Four flat, with my hood on
Got a twelve gauge like I'm Milat
Nawfside, better not spin through that
Pussy nigga won't make it back
XD and a fully MAC
Youngin' out the window like, "I told ya"
(Bitch, I told ya)
Tryna knock your motherfuckin' head
From off your shoulders
You want beef? Okay, I been
Doin' this for too long
Son
(Bet)
I say, "Murder, you know we
Gon' get you gone
Son"
(Stretch)

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga
I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days
And then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga
You should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down
All I know is leave a stain
Hold on
I got a reason 'bout why
I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail
And they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons
It ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin'
Straps got built-in beams in

Ain't with me
I say that they all around for that reason
Oh Lord, tell 'em
"Fuck 'em" now they say that
They don't need me
They can't get that money on they own
So they subpoena me
Hold on, broke bitch, my top
Back, one opp black
Red scenery
I'm the one who pulled up luxury machine
I'm the one who made them
Youngins go step on him
Fuck that nigga can't rep off me, murder
We gon' take that shit to 3rd degree
Talkin' at one time, stretch three
Talkin' at one time, kill three
FN-45 with a hammer, Drac' with a drum
Thirty-round banana
They blow that strap back after back
If one connect, that bitch gon' slam 'em
Red tips we gon' handle him
Pallbearers, I'ma hand 'em him
My thoughts gone, whole life just temp'

I ain't tryna say a thing, nigga
I can barely think
I said I quit for seven days
And then I'm back on drank
I been tryna calm down, nigga
You should do the same
Still ain't puttin' these guns down
All I know is leave a stain
Hold on
I got a reason 'bout why
I came through bleedin'
Bitch, this for my brothers up in jail
And they can't see me
Real gang baby, dealin' with these demons
It ain't easy
They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin'
Straps got built-in beams in

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