YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Another Dead lyrics

(Skeeo, you're crazy)

This pack got contact, that's another
He on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber
But we ain't burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten
I'm playing with that blender
Say he just punched somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in
Say he ain't learn nothin'

But how to hold his own
Up long nights and wait around for nobody
Them niggas stepped on your partner
That's your body
And I be talking dirty cutters
Same yard grandpa told me don't go out it
Go to jail, here come the news
They make a show 'bout it
How it getting? dirty than a motherfucker
Better stay up out my way, nigga
Bitch, you better have a bang
Or see that gang, nigga
Aston Martin lane-switching
Too turnt up for lame bitches
Kill a bitch the main mission
They act the same, I came different
Old school, call it big four-wheeler
On my side
I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas
His nigga still popping dots and he got M&Ms
Riding stolo
This bitch hot and filled with dirty steel
Somebody might get murdered still
Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still
Youngins ready for the kill
38, I run it still
Said fuck 'em and I mean it still
Lil' shawty wanna fuck for real
They wanna put up my career
My vision see one hundred mil'
I'm on it still

This pack got contact, that's another
He on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber
But we ain't burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten
I'm playing with that blender
Say he just punched somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in
Say he ain't learn nothin'

Three hundred thousand dollar car
I'm in this bitch like '06 Honda
I ain't showing up for nobody
Even probably not your uncle
Real stepper, I'm a rebel
I'm a fucking man of honor
I smoke dope and keep my shovel
I'm the gravediggin' founder
Split his hat, I'm on that, stop
Let me out around the corner
Run down and blow, I swang it on 'em
Back to the car, I hope I down something
Seen his pic, look like a drop
I think I found something, aw man
Say, lil nigga from the net was talking dumb
Ain't gon' have no brain
Too much money, go insane
But know that I still ball in jail
Been stacking bills, this shit
Too real, come on, come on
I be true for real, she don't pop pills
She want no strong
Lil' brother pulled a chase off
He still home

This pack got contact, that's another
He on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber
But we ain't burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten
I'm playing with that blender
Say he just punched somethin'
He did half of ten, but still he all in
Say he ain't learn nothin'