YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Head Busted lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Head Busted lyrics]

We in this bitch, you already know
(Runnin' in it, runnin' in it)
(skeeo!, you crazy) uh Uh,  Top, baow, huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me
What do you see?
A nigga got no love and never have no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street (yeah)

Them people on me
Talkin' 'bout Feds in the city
(Feds in the city)
I stand on business, so, they out to get me
They don't like that I got plenty millions
(That I got plenty millions)
I'm talkin' bout cutthroat to the meat show
Every nigga that you see run wit' me
(Cutthroat to the meat show)
I got that whole thing isolated from
Salt Lake to my city (You know that)
Bitch I'm drawin' down don't play mе 'fore
I put somethin' in ya fitted
(Lil' boy, look) buckin Mills Kansas City
I gеt around on you bitches (I get around)
Listen to Rilla, Gotti in prison
Come in my cell and kiss me (Huh, what?)
Hol' up thottie-ottie mami, I
Like violence and semis, i'm dangerous

Green rag committee, I'm bangin'
Car wit' no slingers but swangin'
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin'? (Ah ah)
Bitch you know it's murder gang (Murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (Murder men)
Pray all night then make that money
Not 'round 'cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed
(Check 'em off, check 'em Check 'em off)

All that lame shit get you fucked up (yeah)
Bitch if you miss
(Nigga) just know your luck up
(Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You'll get your
Motherfuckin' water cut
And all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't wan' start wit' us

I'm official
I'll mask down behind my nigga, keep a pistol
Got the industry and my whole
Town want to kill me
Bitch I'm cutthroat, to my opp and sure
I don't fuck wit' gremlins
I'm a demon, pallbearer
Gravediggin' fuck wit' me (Woah)
Real nigga status, big dog shit
Need a big dog bitch now I know you know
(And believe me, y'all niggas know that)
We don't got to go to no store
(Uh, uh, they know we don't)
They gon' bring that shit
(yeah) , I buy lots of expensive things (Uh
Huh) i'm talkin' 'bout clothes and
Diamonds for her wrist

Green rag committee, I'm bangin'
Car wit' no slingers but swangin'
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin'? (Ah ah)
Bitch you know it's murder gang
(Baow, baow, baow)
Stalk all night we murder men (Baow)
Pray all night then make that money (Baow)
Not 'round 'cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed
(Check 'em off, check 'em Check 'em off)

All that lame shit get you fucked up
(Huh huh) bitch if you miss
(Nigga) just know your luck up
(Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You'll get your
Motherfuckin' water cut
And all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't want start wit' us

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