YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I-10 Baby lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I-10 Baby lyrics]
(Dubba-AA flexin', Mm, Statik on the track)
(David Tell 'Em)
Nigga playin' 'round with that dope
We send him straight to Winnfield
I go post up in the North
I'm on the block causing hell
I tell my dude lock down that corner
Don't give a fuck 'bout no 12
'Cause once them bitches lock us
Up, soon as we touch, we jump bail
(This is the sound)
And this the strap, soon as I came back
Tryna take back what's mine
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you
From, you tote that flag, you a slime
I'm smokin' pine, I'm totin' that iron
It's every time that I'm slidin'
I spent my last to calm my nerves
This bitch wan' play with my mind
I ain't got no time just for the
Jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time
Bitch throw four suit's up on the floor
And I can flow you a rhyme
I come through swervin'
Gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride
Plus I'm servin' some shit you could
Cut 'bout four or three times
I take my lick the first time
Now watch I jump on a slab
I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch
To drive a book and a half
She want a sixty, smelled the
Shit up, went to coughin', i laughed
He said this shit already must be hit
So it ain't gotta take no bath
Diddy boppin', try to stop me
Pop you, knock you, oh no
I ain't quarantinin' for a reason
We ain't closin' no stores
I'm still screamin', "Killer season
" zippin' shit 'bout my bros
We got these hoes doin' wrong
They throw a right, that's the code
Up with the scope, so I been
Chill, you send a shot, i cause hell
I chase that money like I'm Dezz
We drop that shit on Canell
And I knew how to make it hard
Since Koda taught me at twelve
With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland
We took over the cells
This is music to another level
Cold-blooded fuckin' stepper
How much that you made now? I
Say 20 M's or better
So I got money for to fuck up
Rap gon' pay or settle
Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out
What you try to sell us hit it, I go zydeco
Ridin' 'round with that four pound
You can't use no screwdriver
Know a hammer get it broke down
They slumped that boy right at the store
I swear it wasn't no showdown
We blast at you and who because we
Aim to let a ho down
Do a verse and get it back
I couldn't take a loss, huh
But bitch, you play with mine, your shit
Get splatt, we take one off, huh
Couldn't ever have no bitch, turned
To a dog, huh, dog, huh
Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw
Then knock 'em all down (All down)
Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah
It's on birthday, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga
But I got somethin' that'll
Flash you way worser
Ol' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him
You hear me?
You already know how I get down
You already know how I'm bomin'
Everything gon' with a beef, bitch ass nigga
Blood gang or no gang
You'll be in, you'll be in
Ayy, what he say? You'll be
In or you'll be out
What that bitch ass nigga say?
You'll be in, and that's on Dump
Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get
Slumped on this side, believe that
Yeah, what you on, foe?
Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact
(David Tell 'Em)
Nigga playin' 'round with that dope
We send him straight to Winnfield
I go post up in the North
I'm on the block causing hell
I tell my dude lock down that corner
Don't give a fuck 'bout no 12
'Cause once them bitches lock us
Up, soon as we touch, we jump bail
(This is the sound)
And this the strap, soon as I came back
Tryna take back what's mine
Don't give a fuck 'bout where you
From, you tote that flag, you a slime
I'm smokin' pine, I'm totin' that iron
It's every time that I'm slidin'
I spent my last to calm my nerves
This bitch wan' play with my mind
I ain't got no time just for the
Jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time
Bitch throw four suit's up on the floor
And I can flow you a rhyme
I come through swervin'
Gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride
Plus I'm servin' some shit you could
Cut 'bout four or three times
I take my lick the first time
Now watch I jump on a slab
I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch
To drive a book and a half
She want a sixty, smelled the
Shit up, went to coughin', i laughed
He said this shit already must be hit
So it ain't gotta take no bath
Diddy boppin', try to stop me
Pop you, knock you, oh no
I ain't quarantinin' for a reason
We ain't closin' no stores
I'm still screamin', "Killer season
" zippin' shit 'bout my bros
We got these hoes doin' wrong
They throw a right, that's the code
Up with the scope, so I been
Chill, you send a shot, i cause hell
I chase that money like I'm Dezz
We drop that shit on Canell
And I knew how to make it hard
Since Koda taught me at twelve
With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland
We took over the cells
This is music to another level
Cold-blooded fuckin' stepper
How much that you made now? I
Say 20 M's or better
So I got money for to fuck up
Rap gon' pay or settle
Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out
What you try to sell us hit it, I go zydeco
Ridin' 'round with that four pound
You can't use no screwdriver
Know a hammer get it broke down
They slumped that boy right at the store
I swear it wasn't no showdown
We blast at you and who because we
Aim to let a ho down
Do a verse and get it back
I couldn't take a loss, huh
But bitch, you play with mine, your shit
Get splatt, we take one off, huh
Couldn't ever have no bitch, turned
To a dog, huh, dog, huh
Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw
Then knock 'em all down (All down)
Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah
It's on birthday, nigga
What you talkin' 'bout?
Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga
But I got somethin' that'll
Flash you way worser
Ol' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him
You hear me?
You already know how I get down
You already know how I'm bomin'
Everything gon' with a beef, bitch ass nigga
Blood gang or no gang
You'll be in, you'll be in
Ayy, what he say? You'll be
In or you'll be out
What that bitch ass nigga say?
You'll be in, and that's on Dump
Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get
Slumped on this side, believe that
Yeah, what you on, foe?
Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact