YoungBoy Never Broke Again - House Arrest Tingz lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - House Arrest Tingz lyrics]
(Drum Dummie, Drum Dummie made the beat and
I'm gon' kill it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio
And I'm just bored
And I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So i just went and recorded
Real street nigga
I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (No)
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace
And only God know (yeah)
Cross me once, can't call my phone
You get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round, if you don't know
It helped my pockets (My pockets)
And my bro take that Draco and go wildin'
(Bah, bah) tryna grow up
Don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played how I'm stylin'
"Comment where?" She like
"What picture? That ain't my bitch"
Tired of the bayou
I wan' take it out to New York
And live a high life like
A nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his
Head from off his body
I never once showed you that side
But that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that 30 spit on College
If I die right now
Just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my 'Retta out and
Tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house
And almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my
Next can probably top her, nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh)
Steppin' in blood with these thugs
And I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off, nigga
What? They gotta hand it
I just took the foreign
Went on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by Top
I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz
That's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens
That ain't my fault i'm with Herm
I'm drinkin' on that Henn' like a pawpaw
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin
I been goin' off goin' off on
On all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court dirty as the fuck
With pee up in my drawers (Woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than a fuck
I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck
I shoot at all of y'all (Bah, bah)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin' crazy
But I can't let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged
I just want it gone
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch
Take your panties off
I'm gon' kill it)
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?
I ain't flashin', though
I'm just coolin' right now
It ain't nobody but me and Herm in the studio
And I'm just bored
And I hope y'all was waitin' to hear from me
So i just went and recorded
Real street nigga
I ain't tryna feel no sorrow (No)
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin' Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace
And only God know (yeah)
Cross me once, can't call my phone
You get the dial tone
I been on fleek, I'm poppin' (I'm poppin')
Not many 'round, if you don't know
It helped my pockets (My pockets)
And my bro take that Draco and go wildin'
(Bah, bah) tryna grow up
Don't come in contact with that violence
Violins should be played how I'm stylin'
"Comment where?" She like
"What picture? That ain't my bitch"
Tired of the bayou
I wan' take it out to New York
And live a high life like
A nigga signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his
Head from off his body
I never once showed you that side
But that's who I'm is
Hidin' out, I let that 30 spit on College
If I die right now
Just check the stats and see how I did
I'm a real street nigga, yeah
I just pulled my 'Retta out and
Tried to stop a nigga (Where you goin'?)
I just walked outside my house
And almost shot a nigga (Fuck is you doin'?)
Fuck my ex, I hope my
Next can probably top her, nigga
Take me to a place I can't imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (Oh)
Steppin' in blood with these thugs
And I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off, nigga
What? They gotta hand it
I just took the foreign
Went on the block and took the top off
Talkin' out his top, I go by Top
I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin' out that Benz
That's some dropouts
They was hatin', I knocked 'em out my lens
That ain't my fault i'm with Herm
I'm drinkin' on that Henn' like a pawpaw
Pure codeine, they drinkin' on that gin
I been goin' off goin' off on
On all these hoes waitin' on me to fall
I walked in court dirty as the fuck
With pee up in my drawers (Woo)
Bitch, I'm drunker than a fuck
I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck
I shoot at all of y'all (Bah, bah)
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin' proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin' crazy
But I can't let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged
I just want it gone
If you my friend, let's get it in, bitch
Take your panties off