YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Head Shot lyrics

(Mommy, India got them beats, K4ProducedIt)

Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to
Back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his
Gat and he like switch on tools
Know they trap two different cars
Right back to back yeah, yeah

Bitch, go tell 'em
"Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"
Go tell 'em lil' cause still makin' them
Hitters get busy with them red dots
Go tell 'em we upped the
Score, got two new opps
One caught a headshot
I know he proud right now 'bout how
He saw I beat the feds, huh?
Stop now, pow pow, then sped off
I'm with that shit, we tear it down
Ol' bitch-ass nigga, boy
You gon' fuck around and get your body found
Free my daddy
I wanna face my problems like my mama
We all with that static, lil'
Bro, he pop Addies, not no traumas
Deal with problems, think I'm
Traumatized, get chastised, he fumble
Drive, pull up fast, and then
Jump right on side
Pull your pants up, you see my grandma
Bitch (Ho ass boy)
Uh uh, mmm, he's a motherfuckin' animal
He come through like a cannon ball
His gun gon' straight demolish
You, it damage you, he get dissolved
Shoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts
Problem solved

Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose
Dee gon' spray the car from front to
Back to get rid of you
Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his
Gat and he like switch on tools
Know they trap two different cars
Right back to back yeah, yeah

Shoot the whole club up
Don't cost us nothin', you seen in there
Interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up
(Baow) bitch
You better not have no kids in there
I'm a millionaire, don't throw
Our position, nigga
Then say we ain't pick 'em fair
Nigga, fuck that, know he dead
We ain't even carin'
Should've caught your ass in there
Fly a Crip bitch out just for
To let her do my hair
You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch
Truth or dare (Bitch, truth or let's go, uh)
Know I'm bangin' red like Tony Starks
It's no perhaps, you disrespect
We slump you on your project stairs
It's all I hear, "They don't like
You, Top, " I'm like, "Man
Who are you? Blah-blah"
You gon hear, "Pow, pow, " approach
Me with that rah rah, bitch
They know I don't do no stuntin'
I just wanna end it, fuck that tension
I'm gon' throw out money
They don't do no actin', I
Get active, I'm on meds, up on 'em
Run up on that bitch clappin'
Once we smash 'em
Rip off 'em straight laughin' like
That shit be funny

(Ten ain't got no mind, nigga
He don't pick and choose)
I'll slime allegiance, nigga
To the green flag
(Dee gon' spray the car from front to
Back to get rid of you)
Of the United States, believe
That, of America, bitch
(Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his
Gat and he like switch on tools)
You better stay on your pivot, nigga
(Know they trap two different cars
Right back to back) believe it (yeah, yeah)
We gon' split you hey, is Kentrell in there?