YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Gang Shit lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Gang Shit lyrics]
Ayy, free D-Dawg ayy, 4KTrey
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody
Ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face
Who gon' die today?
Taliban, I get a bitch to
Make 'em buy the iron he got them
Nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in
I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range
Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you
Gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga cock it
Back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that
You hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up
Then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the
Back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch
I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga
Then whack the bitch who drivin'
She gon' pop the cat for me
And make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, let's get to clappin'
Leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it
I was leanin', started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean
Off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga
Pop it then i ain't sharin' none of my
Hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on
Say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues
Blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me
Put your mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you
Standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes
Your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch
I'ma knock your fuckin' face low
On gang, nigga
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch
Who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin'
Get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top
That be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up
On me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh
She a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up
Her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared
She bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that
I ain't tryin'
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody
Ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face
Who gon' die today?
Taliban, I get a bitch to
Make 'em buy the iron he got them
Nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in
I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range
Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you
Gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga cock it
Back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that
You hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up
Then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the
Back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch
I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga
Then whack the bitch who drivin'
She gon' pop the cat for me
And make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, let's get to clappin'
Leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it
I was leanin', started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean
Off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga
Pop it then i ain't sharin' none of my
Hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on
Say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues
Blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me
Put your mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you
Standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes
Your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch
I'ma knock your fuckin' face low
On gang, nigga
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch
Who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin'
Get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top
That be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up
On me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh
She a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up
Her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared
She bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that
I ain't tryin'