YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Cold Killers lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Cold Killers lyrics]

Uh, mm, look

I'm the one who did it with my
Clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that
North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four
I don't like those niggas
(Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)
Got these hoes on my trail and you
Know I don't show no feelings
(Bboy dripping that sauce)

I ain't alright, lil daddy
They tried to play me, tried to
Snake me and diss my life, lil daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
This a whole thirty clip, bitch
You gon' take it
I don't understand a war about
Some pussy niggas hatin'
Talk to my mama on a jake call, no bond
I had to lay down
I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round
Me and Ten with a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell 'em, "Get the fuck up out my way
'cause it's my turn now"
Baby girl said I'm her favorite now, okay
I'm with that i'm with DJ while he drunk
And I'm still young, i still drink that
I'ma turn up when I come and when
I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin' up in bundles
Bitch, don't try me, i be on that
I'll dump that

I'm the one who did it with my
Clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that
North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four
I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you
Know I don't show no feelings

I got the money counter
Lil' baby up in Saint Laurent
We be wreckin' shit soon as I come
Whole click straight dumb
Shoot the huh, fill it with the whole drum
Keep both of my pockets filled with money
They can't hold nothin'
Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin'
Yeah
I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy
My brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket
And I got on sweats
And you still can't fuckin' tell if
I was walkin' with that TEC
But, you know I'm totin' fire
Tote dirty sticks and dirty nines
Hit 'em with that face shot, boaw
That's a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, E-way
That's me slingin' iron
Wanna kill me, but they takin' time
Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind doofus

I'm the one who did it with my
Clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that
North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four
I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you
Know I don't show no feelings

Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboos
You know that he'll shoot at you
Ridin' in a coupe with my dude
That's North sider proof
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta
He'll step on you
They know what the fuck we do, got a video
We shoot to shoot
Look, take his legs off, take
His hands off, baow, baow
Whip my burner out, now he scared now
Calm down
Rap-ass nigga gunned down, bitch, bang
Still got the top off when
The sun down, bitch, we ain't the same

I'm the one who did it with my
Clique and I ain't fuck with niggas
I'm that nigga straight up out that
North and run with cold killers
I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four
I don't like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail and you
Know I don't show no feelings

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