YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Channel 9 lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Channel 9 lyrics]
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah
Tryna get my bread long smokin', rollin'
Totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice
Let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Bust and they missed it
Peep out one funny thing
Then I up and I hit it diamond chains
Diamond watch it be glistenin'
Murder man, but won't never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain't pulling out that Bentley for bitches
In a Civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I'm sippin'
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war
I got too many blickys
Murder time through that North
I be ridin' with them hitters
I probably be strapped with a Semi
Nigga know with that bottle
I be blockin' all day
And I'm plannin' on murderin' the victim
Shorty inside of the dirty
Be slangin' that yeah
And they know they can't play with a nigga
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah
Tryna get my bread long smokin', rollin'
Totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice
Let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Look, tell 'em free Vaughn
Dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the Drac'
With a illegal handle on the 223
I don't even know why I can't even have
Grip on the front of that fire
I'm a convicted felon
I can't win for losin'
While standin' in trial
I don't even trust her, I
Know I can't trust her, but she want a child
She know I'm a thug her
She know I can't love her
It ain't worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, I be moving
Around, I be kickin' the shit, i'm big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting
Them gunners not turnin' it down
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah
Tryna get my bread long smokin', rollin'
Totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice
Let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah
Tryna get my bread long smokin', rollin'
Totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice
Let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Bust and they missed it
Peep out one funny thing
Then I up and I hit it diamond chains
Diamond watch it be glistenin'
Murder man, but won't never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain't pulling out that Bentley for bitches
In a Civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I'm sippin'
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war
I got too many blickys
Murder time through that North
I be ridin' with them hitters
I probably be strapped with a Semi
Nigga know with that bottle
I be blockin' all day
And I'm plannin' on murderin' the victim
Shorty inside of the dirty
Be slangin' that yeah
And they know they can't play with a nigga
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah
Tryna get my bread long smokin', rollin'
Totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice
Let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
Look, tell 'em free Vaughn
Dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the Drac'
With a illegal handle on the 223
I don't even know why I can't even have
Grip on the front of that fire
I'm a convicted felon
I can't win for losin'
While standin' in trial
I don't even trust her, I
Know I can't trust her, but she want a child
She know I'm a thug her
She know I can't love her
It ain't worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, I be moving
Around, I be kickin' the shit, i'm big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting
Them gunners not turnin' it down
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah
Tryna get my bread long smokin', rollin'
Totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice
Let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me
Probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)
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