YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Hold 13 lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Hold 13 lyrics]
(What up Rippah?)
More than a nigga ever thought, oh
Ridin' with a Glock and it hold thirteen, oh
(Ayy, this bitch hold thirteen, nigga)
We be duckin' from the laws
They tryna capture me, oh
(Ayy, we be out here)
I got experience, no degrees
I done put five on the tee (Ah, ah)
We hunt you down about that money
You ain't gotta hire me (Ah, ah)
But fuck that, I'm out my body
I'll stick this bitch like Meech
(Bitch, bitch)
Just sold two birds of that guy
Before thirty-five, talkin' E
Feel like Ross on the runway
Pull up, it's strictly gun play
We introduce you to that gangster shit
You turnin' this way
They killed lil' Dave when I was 12, made 20
Knocked off his face
Them niggas took a piеce of my heart
So for a bitch ain't no space
On my jaloopеr with the toolie
Riding round through my town
I put that toolie right on Fooli'
Talking like he get down
Master mind I got the blueprint
In the clone with a bitch that zip shit
(Niggas know I fuck with three grams)
I don't fuck with many, that be three bitch
My lil' youngin' only 16
He don't know a thing but zipping shit
We be killin' shit from
Close range, run down, we known to flip shit
Steady at it, free lil' D-Dawg
Say gangster with that B-Ball (B-Ball)
Just know we gotta see y'all
Say RIP and let the beat fall
You claimin' that you real
Then what's your definition
(What's your definition?)
We step on shit for real
We at it with the system
Don't leave no clues
You play then you another victim
(Another victim)
We pull up and we spray you
Just another killin' (Another killin')
Ain't no handout
All these bullets get hanged out
Still'll kill yo' ass
Talking headbutts with your pants down
Can't give no bitch no chance now
Now look you watch that, bad mouth
Two-sixty where you seen the murdering
That's just what the McLaren cost
Told that bitch ass nigga stand down
I done knocked 'bout four of his mans down
Hard shit, pull up we spraying 'round
Since you wanna gang up
Got the police wanna frame us but
They could never tame us
These bitch ass niggas ain't
Gon' step on nothing
They know we known to stain something
(Stain something, oh)
More than a nigga ever thought, oh
Ridin' with a Glock and it hold thirteen, oh
(Ayy, this bitch hold thirteen, nigga)
We be duckin' from the laws
They tryna capture me, oh
(Ayy, we be out here)
I got experience, no degrees
I done put five on the tee (Ah, ah)
We hunt you down about that money
You ain't gotta hire me (Ah, ah)
But fuck that, I'm out my body
I'll stick this bitch like Meech
(Bitch, bitch)
Just sold two birds of that guy
Before thirty-five, talkin' E
Feel like Ross on the runway
Pull up, it's strictly gun play
We introduce you to that gangster shit
You turnin' this way
They killed lil' Dave when I was 12, made 20
Knocked off his face
Them niggas took a piеce of my heart
So for a bitch ain't no space
On my jaloopеr with the toolie
Riding round through my town
I put that toolie right on Fooli'
Talking like he get down
Master mind I got the blueprint
In the clone with a bitch that zip shit
(Niggas know I fuck with three grams)
I don't fuck with many, that be three bitch
My lil' youngin' only 16
He don't know a thing but zipping shit
We be killin' shit from
Close range, run down, we known to flip shit
Steady at it, free lil' D-Dawg
Say gangster with that B-Ball (B-Ball)
Just know we gotta see y'all
Say RIP and let the beat fall
You claimin' that you real
Then what's your definition
(What's your definition?)
We step on shit for real
We at it with the system
Don't leave no clues
You play then you another victim
(Another victim)
We pull up and we spray you
Just another killin' (Another killin')
Ain't no handout
All these bullets get hanged out
Still'll kill yo' ass
Talking headbutts with your pants down
Can't give no bitch no chance now
Now look you watch that, bad mouth
Two-sixty where you seen the murdering
That's just what the McLaren cost
Told that bitch ass nigga stand down
I done knocked 'bout four of his mans down
Hard shit, pull up we spraying 'round
Since you wanna gang up
Got the police wanna frame us but
They could never tame us
These bitch ass niggas ain't
Gon' step on nothing
They know we known to stain something
(Stain something, oh)