YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fuck Gates lyrics

(Winning lottery numbers coming up) oh yea
Get right

Contradiction he slippin' my nigga
Told him face it
FN on all boys like a coin I
Put you in yo' place
NBA by any means we get it
Bitch don't make us take it
Chain to the ceiling bread winner bitch
I bet he break it bitch I cut a nigga lights
Just like a break box
How the fuck a nigga take some
From me when the safe locked (Draw down)
Shoot this bitch and I bet I
Can make the place rock i been servin' raw
You want that boy? I got straight drop

Livin' like a muslim i can't
Starve I'ma E 4 A
I went and got Allah put on my
Arm I don't know no Gates
When you see em come ring the
Alarm tell em close the gate
Cutting the surveillance systems off we
Don't need no tape

Hold on he he want smoke
I'm sayin you want a cigarette
Bitch i bring straight cancer fuck ass nigga
Bitch you better go get some
Money before you talk about
When you speak on NBA you know what it is
Ima show you what it is bet

Move the Glock to the seat of the back of the
Whip got a stick I don't move like a sheriff
Used to be broke and they
Called me a joke all
This money I got bitch you see that I cherish
Squeeze on her booty i lick on her pussy i
Taste it i swear it remind me of cherry
Bitch cause I got it
And I'm answering wishes
You cannot call me a fairy

Contradiction he slippin' my nigga
Told him face it fN on all boys like a coin
I put you in yo' place
NBA by any means we get it
Bitch don't make us take it
Chain to the ceiling bread winner bitch
I bet he break it bitch I cut a nigga lights
Just like a break box
How the fuck a nigga take some
From me when the safe locked (Draw down)
Shoot this bitch and I bet I
Can make the place rock i been servin' raw
You want that boy? I got straight drop