YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fuck The Industry Pt. 2 lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Fuck The Industry Pt. 2 lyrics]
(Berge always flexin') huh, ignorance
Top say
"Fuck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and
Thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I'll take these millions
To get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me
Bitch, I'll send them hitters to
Hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me
Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime
He wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn
That shit gettin' to me
Told me that he like the shit I'm doin'
But can't do shit with me
So when we cross our ways
Fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy
J a ho, that nigga played it cold like he
Was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line a muscle sign
I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
Bitch, you ain't heard? Back from
Baton Rouge to that 'Nolia, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes
And bitch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't fuck around
I just tried to pull that act off
With them boys out that Atlanta town
Hold on tats all on my sleeve, at night
Can't sleep, I barely eat
Grew up in streets
Bitch, you ain't never had to
Kill at just sixteen
You don't compare to me and never up in life
We couldn't compete
You wanna jump in beef and none of
Y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first and then you get
Your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it
It'll be your face across that tee
Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on
Get your roll on
Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me
These niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour
It could be me or either of them that's gone
So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions
Gettin' at you bitch niggas
You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out
That dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga
Tryna bring me pain
I ain't do no ho shit in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga
What the fuck y'all niggas sayin'?
Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't
Got more money than me, bitch
I've been stackin'
I done did more time than more time
You niggas spent inside the trenches
Ever had a nigga beat your mama
And now that you're older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside
The pillowcase? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across they face
Fuck wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your
Face, bitch, I see that, nigga
Nigga, you a trick and that's how you know
You'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else
Just for to say, i hate you niggas
Nigga, bring your bold ass to
Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga
Go ask J prince, I'll kill your
Daddy, bitch, I ain't worried, nigga
I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got Fee
That's to get money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans
That split him in them apartments
So Mr Rap Boy
Shit like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them
Young niggas, word 'round
They claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you young niggas and, bitch
I'm bound to kill an infant
Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on
Get your roll on
Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me
These niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour
It could be me or either of them that's gone
Top say
"Fuck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be cliquin' up and
Thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I'll take these millions
To get at you, it ain't no gettin' at me
Bitch, I'll send them hitters to
Hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me
Talked to Drake 'cross FaceTime
He wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn
That shit gettin' to me
Told me that he like the shit I'm doin'
But can't do shit with me
So when we cross our ways
Fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy
J a ho, that nigga played it cold like he
Was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line a muscle sign
I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
Bitch, you ain't heard? Back from
Baton Rouge to that 'Nolia, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes
And bitch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't fuck around
I just tried to pull that act off
With them boys out that Atlanta town
Hold on tats all on my sleeve, at night
Can't sleep, I barely eat
Grew up in streets
Bitch, you ain't never had to
Kill at just sixteen
You don't compare to me and never up in life
We couldn't compete
You wanna jump in beef and none of
Y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first and then you get
Your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it
It'll be your face across that tee
Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on
Get your roll on
Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me
These niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour
It could be me or either of them that's gone
So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions
Gettin' at you bitch niggas
You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out
That dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga
Tryna bring me pain
I ain't do no ho shit in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga
What the fuck y'all niggas sayin'?
Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me, half of y'all ain't
Got more money than me, bitch
I've been stackin'
I done did more time than more time
You niggas spent inside the trenches
Ever had a nigga beat your mama
And now that you're older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside
The pillowcase? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across they face
Fuck wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your
Face, bitch, I see that, nigga
Nigga, you a trick and that's how you know
You'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else
Just for to say, i hate you niggas
Nigga, bring your bold ass to
Salt Lake, you a gangster, nigga
Go ask J prince, I'll kill your
Daddy, bitch, I ain't worried, nigga
I got Stunna with me and, bitch, I got Fee
That's to get money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans
That split him in them apartments
So Mr Rap Boy
Shit like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them
Young niggas, word 'round
They claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you young niggas and, bitch
I'm bound to kill an infant
Hold on, so long they've been tryna X me
Yeah, tell a bitch, "Hold on
Get your roll on
Gotta be 'bout that murder playin' with me"
At night, my wife pray with me
These niggas ain't stainin' me
I say, oh, I just wanna get 'em gone
And I know when the rain pour
It could be me or either of them that's gone