YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Game Boy lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Game Boy lyrics]
(Say Wop?, Jah)
Oh, there go them game boys
Duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin'
When you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks
We gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on shit
We jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies
Beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin'
You don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the shit right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
My lawyer on my ass bad
Tellin' me "Put a million on it"
Them feds ain’t tryna give no pass
This bigger than just a city on it
At my granny house with
Them killers 'round me
They don’t wanna strap but them hittas on me
Tryna put a bag on any bitch
I don’t give a fuck, get rid of homie
Gutta bitch, let her drive the Bentley
Youngin' trillin', facin' five convictions
Turn the music up while talkin' in the car
High dimension confiscation, say how many
Them pussy boys who building tension
And I’m knowin' that ain’t being specific
I’m referring to all them stupid bitches
Oh, there go them game boys
Duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin'
When you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks
We gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on shit
We jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies
Beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin'
You don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the shit right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
(Ken gon' hit this hoe fasho)
Oh, there go them game boys
Duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin'
When you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks
We gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on shit
We jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies
Beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin'
You don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the shit right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
My lawyer on my ass bad
Tellin' me "Put a million on it"
Them feds ain’t tryna give no pass
This bigger than just a city on it
At my granny house with
Them killers 'round me
They don’t wanna strap but them hittas on me
Tryna put a bag on any bitch
I don’t give a fuck, get rid of homie
Gutta bitch, let her drive the Bentley
Youngin' trillin', facin' five convictions
Turn the music up while talkin' in the car
High dimension confiscation, say how many
Them pussy boys who building tension
And I’m knowin' that ain’t being specific
I’m referring to all them stupid bitches
Oh, there go them game boys
Duckin' from them cop cars
You gon' go with the movin'
When you thinkin' thatcha' not, boy
We gon' hit yo' block up with them sticks
We gon' leave ya mopped up
We pull up and they ain’t on shit
We jump out tryna stop sum
One in the head, stop sum
I say you shoot, you better knock sum
In here with the murder babies
Beggin' me to drop sum
I’ma stop the SRT, bangin'
You don't stop dumpin'
I’ma shoot the shit right from the street
Hurry up, the cops comin’
(Ken gon' hit this hoe fasho)