YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Caught Slipping (Let Me In) lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Caught Slipping Let Me In lyrics]
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
When I first started
I told 'em I was gon' be on top
Was sellin' drugs
Woke up every morning on that block
Six shot revolver and Lil' Ben was
Strapped up with that Glock
I lost my phone same night
We ran from the cops (Go)
(This is the sound)
I went to jail, I got apprehend by the narcs
I cut my house arrest bracelet
Slept on Montana couch
I met Gucci four days after they let me out
I promise myself that I’ll
A never see drought
All my niggas they be trappin' with me
Gettin' it in
Late night at dancers, full of pills
It’s just me and twin
This for Dump and all my niggas
I don’t need no friends
NBA, I’m screamin' "Gang" all the
Way 'till the end
Oh, let me in it, I held my head high
I was in that prison oh, now I’m gettin' it
This for them youngins that
Got that hustler ambition go getcho' money
Don’t put yo' trust in these bitches
And keep yo' pistol, niggas hatin'
Don’t get caught slippin'
Be 'bout yo' business, if you beefin'
End up missin'
Fuck the police, if you catch 'em
Better zip 'em
I put that on my soul
You know I ain’t tryna go
And I know how it go
Bitch you better play yo' role
You know I’m out that Nawf
Baby Joe throwin' up them fo's
And I’m like "Fuck the cost" I want 'em
I’ma get 'em gone (I got 'em)
Niggas in the grave from
Pretendin' on them songs
I’m in my last days
They gon’ miss me when I’m gone
Delete yo' Instagram
Niggas scared to leave they home
I want you too, it ain’t no hidin'
I’ma bust yo' dome
Police wanna question us 'bout
What’s been goin' on i know it’s tapped
I be scared to talk on the phone
Lord forgive me 'cause I know
I been doin' wrong
Don’t wanna hurt nobody, Lord
Tell 'em leave me 'lone it ain’t no rattin'
My whole clique been locked up in the feds
Don’t read about it
Come and ask me what I fuckin' did
Been havin' dreams lately
Somebody gon' bust my head
Done came a long ways from where
I used to be at
Oh, let me in it, I held my head high
I was in that prison oh, now I’m gettin' it
This for them youngins that
Got that hustler ambition go getcho' money
Don’t put yo' trust in these bitches
And keep yo' pistol, niggas hatin'
Don’t get caught slippin'
Be 'bout yo' business, if you beefin'
End up missin'
Fuck the police, if you catch 'em
Better zip 'em (Better zip 'em, nigga)
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
When I first started
I told 'em I was gon' be on top
Was sellin' drugs
Woke up every morning on that block
Six shot revolver and Lil' Ben was
Strapped up with that Glock
I lost my phone same night
We ran from the cops (Go)
(This is the sound)
I went to jail, I got apprehend by the narcs
I cut my house arrest bracelet
Slept on Montana couch
I met Gucci four days after they let me out
I promise myself that I’ll
A never see drought
All my niggas they be trappin' with me
Gettin' it in
Late night at dancers, full of pills
It’s just me and twin
This for Dump and all my niggas
I don’t need no friends
NBA, I’m screamin' "Gang" all the
Way 'till the end
Oh, let me in it, I held my head high
I was in that prison oh, now I’m gettin' it
This for them youngins that
Got that hustler ambition go getcho' money
Don’t put yo' trust in these bitches
And keep yo' pistol, niggas hatin'
Don’t get caught slippin'
Be 'bout yo' business, if you beefin'
End up missin'
Fuck the police, if you catch 'em
Better zip 'em
I put that on my soul
You know I ain’t tryna go
And I know how it go
Bitch you better play yo' role
You know I’m out that Nawf
Baby Joe throwin' up them fo's
And I’m like "Fuck the cost" I want 'em
I’ma get 'em gone (I got 'em)
Niggas in the grave from
Pretendin' on them songs
I’m in my last days
They gon’ miss me when I’m gone
Delete yo' Instagram
Niggas scared to leave they home
I want you too, it ain’t no hidin'
I’ma bust yo' dome
Police wanna question us 'bout
What’s been goin' on i know it’s tapped
I be scared to talk on the phone
Lord forgive me 'cause I know
I been doin' wrong
Don’t wanna hurt nobody, Lord
Tell 'em leave me 'lone it ain’t no rattin'
My whole clique been locked up in the feds
Don’t read about it
Come and ask me what I fuckin' did
Been havin' dreams lately
Somebody gon' bust my head
Done came a long ways from where
I used to be at
Oh, let me in it, I held my head high
I was in that prison oh, now I’m gettin' it
This for them youngins that
Got that hustler ambition go getcho' money
Don’t put yo' trust in these bitches
And keep yo' pistol, niggas hatin'
Don’t get caught slippin'
Be 'bout yo' business, if you beefin'
End up missin'
Fuck the police, if you catch 'em
Better zip 'em (Better zip 'em, nigga)