YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fuck Da Industry lyrics

Look (17, 17)
I told him I'll blow this out
D-Roc, D-Roc
Look

Panamera convertible
Still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can't still
Keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit
But still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire
But still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no
I'm on dope, dope


Dope

I don't let shit go, I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock and
It ain't come up out the store
If an opp try to block me off
I shoot this bitch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body and
Won't lеt 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope ass, nigga look
Likе he selling dope
Huh?
(Ass)
Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh
(Keep that)
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes
Huh
(With these, ah)
Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing
Bet they know now
He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy
Real fuckin' slime
He wan' be just like that
Nigga Yeezy, he want Rolls
Huh?
(He want Rolls)
He just wan' be real fuckin'
Shiesty like his uncle
Huh?
(Like his unc')
He just wan' be real fuckin'
Icey like he Santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody
He wanna be Lil Top
(Be me)
He say he don't give a fuck about it
Just give him the guap
(Nah, for real)
He say, "Y'all could make
An album 'bout it
Just don't fuckin' try"
Get the fuckin' industry on your side
You still gon' die

Panamera convertible
Still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
(Skrrt, skrrt)
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy niggas can't still
Keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit
But still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire
But still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no
I'm on dope, dope
Dope
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I'm probably fuckin' on yo' ho
(Fuckin' on yo')
No, they can't control me, probably
Spit on that lil' ho
Yeah
Put me back in jail and I was still in there
On dope
Know that we don't give no fuck
Try splittin' him on the road
(Yeah! Yeah)
That my bro
Who be out the window? Mike Amiri
Know I put it on
Gon' get killed if you don't kill me
And I know I made it known
I'ma flex on 'em, told the bitch
"Don't call my phone"
Sent the blitz on 'em, run
'em down like bam, bam
Bam
Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here
We could shoot it down
(Down)
Don't give a fuck 'bout if you with
It, you a part of the crowd
Clown
You gon' die while you up in here
When that blicky make the sound
Probably catch me smokin' loud
Ridin' 'round in a

Panamera convertible
Still ain't lookin' like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gon' send them fuckin' hitters
Know I be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pussy ass niggas can't still
Keep up with me
Yeah, he been killin' shit
But still can't fuck with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire
But still gon' shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no
I'm on dope, dope
Dope