YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Bloody Night lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Bloody Night lyrics]

Look, uh, woah, woah, let's talk, nigga
Yeah, yeah
Who said they gon' do somethin' to me?
Bitch ass nigga
You ain't tell nigga you don't
Wanna do nothin' with me
Yeah, look

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah
Still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag
She got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby
38 made me, nigga
Yeah
Police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they
Had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas
It's a bang out
Said they want beef
Go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
And I been official
Hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all
Help my diss like, yeah
Them all gone

I need a nigga who dead
Gon' lay in your bag, gon' lose your head
Bitch
Thеm boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, wе leave you dead with it
I'm smokin', tryna focus
Now I'm called on me, pay her rent
Lil' posted nigga said that Quando
Got me tryna solve shit
Been waitin' your mans, it's
Like he ran up
Switch 'em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don't
Know, we don't choose, bitch
I don't pick
These niggas been tryna steal my style
Don't try see what I'ma come with
But I ain't got Jason, so they fuck
The engineer ain't on shit
Shorty, hol' on, put that pussy
On me, want me
I don't see
How lil' mama done fit all that
Ass up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on
Me, just won't lean
I don't smoke weed
And I got a slam just for
Your slam for who condone me

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah
Still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag
She got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby
38 made me, nigga
Yeah
Police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they
Had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas
It's a bang out
Said they want beef
Go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
And I been official
Hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all
Help my diss like, yeah
Them all gone

You'll lose your life
'Cause they been trippin'
They can't wait 'til y'all
Make a wrong right
And that's exactly how that shit
Turn on a better night
Yep, you just don't know your life might
End at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you
Ain't never been inside that car
Nigga, you just grew around that shit, boy
You a bitch
And all them old ass niggas
That you be runnin'
We gon' end up on some
Zombie shit from a headshot
When lil' bro and 'em swanged the switch
Who that is
Say they want Top pic? Gotta put
'em on my top list
I won't drop shit 'til I
Heard that he got blicks
(Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin' green
Know that be my shit
I bossed it all, them foreigns
They drop shit
Get a drop
Gon' show you they gon' stay
In' who you with
They gon' stay in the clip

Bitch, I got a problem, yeah
Still don't need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag
She got the good ass and head
I'm a solo baby, married baby
38 made me, nigga
Yeah
Police could not tame me
So I heard that's why they
Had to call the feds
Come on, let's get it, run into you niggas
It's a bang out
Said they want beef
Go and tell them bitches "Say my name loud"
And I been official
Hidin' dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin', so y'all
Help my diss like, yeah
Them all gone

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