YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fuck Probation (Murda Man) lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fuck Probation Murda Man lyrics]

Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda
" 'cause I wrote it fuck up on probation
Judge said she gon' revoke it
4-5 with extension, bitch
I'm walking with it on me
Just 'cause I don't post it, bitch
You know that I still tote it

Drinkin' on this potion steady
Fuckin' up my kidneys
Malu had just text me and she
Told me that she miss me
Fifty-thousand on me
I got all these hoes reachin'
Steady sendin' money to my
Brothers up in prison
Lil' in my phone, he like, "Nigga
What the business?"
I told him, "Fuck the laws
You know that I'm still spinnin'"
Hit a nigga block with the quickness
Hop out with that glizzy
Whack his partner, tell him come and find me
Bitch, I'm in the trenches
He like, "Bitch, I know you didn't"
Hoe, you know I did it
Send yo' brother to my show and, bitch
I'm tearin' up yo' city
Nigga said that he want smoke
Nigga know I'm with it
When I catch you we gon' stretch you
Put one in yo' fitted

Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz
Ridin' 'round with Fee
Nigga Instagram thuggin'
They don't want no beef
I'ma pull up where you be
You talkin' 'bout zippin' me
You know I ain't hidin', bitch
I'm right here in them streets

If I said it, I'ma stamp it
I know them laws tryna ban me
Bitch, I feel like Charles Manson
It ain't nothin' I can't handle
All these diamonds on me dancin'
Pour a four up in that Fanta
I just pulled up in a Phantom
Come through bouncin' like I'm prancin'

I'ma come through doin' the murder man
Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van
Nigga wanna do it, we can do it then
All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'

I got that burner on me
For whoever tryna harm me
Nigga, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin'
I got that burner on me
For whoever tryna hold me
Nigga, drop yo' pen, you know that I'm comin'
Youngboy don't play 'round
You gon' get down or gon' lay down
Got yo' hitters with you, I'ma hop out
Spray that K round
Murder on my trail, I could die, like
Any day now i thought you was real
I ain't knowin' what to say now

Fuck a teller, bitch, I'm screamin' "murda
" 'cause I wrote it fuck up on probation
Judge said she gon' revoke it
4-5 with extension, bitch
I'm walking with it on me
Just 'cause I don't post it, bitch
You know that I still tote it
Four-by-four, I'm in a Benz
Ridin' 'round with Fee
Nigga Instagram thuggin'
They don't want no beef
I'ma pull up where you be
You talkin' 'bout zippin' me
You know I ain't hidin', bitch
I'm right here in them streets
I'ma come through doin' the murder man
Ridin' with them choppers in a Sprinter Van
Nigga wanna do it, when can do it then
All the way dumb, you know I ain't playin'

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