YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Free Meechy lyrics

(Any Last Words)
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What? What? Nigga, yeah
Baow, baow, baow (D-Roc) look

Tell 'em, "Check me out now
" know I got that shit in me
Know I got my Glock out
Say that they gon' get at me
Murder, know that that be my town
Try to sling that stick at me
Try to send a bitch to me
I'ma send her right back up in pieces
I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces
Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces
Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin'
Murder until we get even
That's on God, got my bitch behind me
Plenty sticks inside this car
I pray the law don't get behind me
Gon' send me straight to Rikers Island
Said, lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it
You ain't kill shit, you ain't whack nothin'
Know we got plenty bodies
Come from the slums, ridin' in a bucket
Now we four door slidin'
With dirty sticks off in this bitch
I want a nigga for to trip
I up and shoot from off the hip, bang
Gang, know that's what I bang
Green flags, got everything
Uh, shorty bad, she insane
She just wan' give me brain
Uh, but can't be my main
You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip
She let me thug with the chick
Who stayed down with me
Play, I swing around this bitch
Like I'm playin' baseball
Can't get no Xans, Klonopins
I'm rollin' off them footballs
Uh, make me foot y'all
What that mean? Step on him
Uh, dirty motherfucker, smash him
Then we rep' off him

Ooh (It's lil' Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him
(It's lil Top) ooh
Hold on
(Who they can't stop) kill that bitch
And tell his mama, "Haha
Bet you miss him" (Who they can't stop)

Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin'
With my chopper, mhm
I mix tobacco with my mojo
Know the devil got me, hmm
I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex ho
That's a dog ho
Tryna put me back on child support
I got money now and I'm
On that thirty million flow
Hundred thousand dollars sittin' right there
On top the bedboard
My lil' bitch a model, I'm recordin'
I'm feelin' on her body
Bitch, I'm out my body
Pop that X and flood my veins with molly
(Woah, woah) watch me swerve the Rolls
Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay
Chopper with a knife, get slayed
Massacre, masquerade rockstar motherfucker
Make the crowd go up in a rage
I'm on too many drugs
This mornin' I forgot to paint my face
WYGD, when you play, you gon' die hold on
I got them slimes and you
Know that they gon' ride
'Fore a nigga was a millionaire
I was in that car hold on
Caught him on the porch and I
Hit him with that fire (Bah, bah)
And he died, uh

Ooh (It's lil' Top)
Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him
(It's lil' Top) ooh
Hold on
(Who they can't stop) kill that bitch
And tell his mama, "Haha
Bet you miss him" (Who they can't stop)