YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Mr Gaulden lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Mr Gaulden lyrics]

Ayy, what you on four? Hah, hmm (Woah)
Fuck they on? Lil Top
4KT, we put guns to the face
Who gon' die today

See you got them youngins pistol sparkin'
And you ballin', Mr Gaulden, yeah, yeah
Yeah, these bitches on you, they want
You to be they father, yeah, yeah
Know me, let them spin up
'bout my brother Charger, yeah, yeah
Fuck 'round wit' these niggas, I
Want all the problems, yeah, yeah

Maybe I can't even leave the crib
But I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been
Mr Gaulden baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip
Stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip
I'm so awesome
Made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a fuckin' soldier
And they think I'm so Magnolia
I'm from Northside
And they know I slump shit over
Let them talk 'bout me, just watch my feet
Or I'm gon' flip shit over

Bitch, I'm NBA, so 4KT, bitch
Act like you ain't notice
Know you see 'em dead
How my youngin' rollercoast 'em
Point that blick right at your head, 45
Better not test that corner
Baow, baow, run down on 'em, baow, baow
Not many on the other corner
Had to put them hitters on 'em, ski'd up
We ain't got Corona
I might pull up in a Hummer
Like I'm mothafuckin' Stunna
Like I'm XO, take your ho, I flip her
Pass her to my youngin'
I got too much fuckin' money, and they
Know I spend it on somethin', yeah
I ain't talkin' cashin' out, gravedigger
Know they drag him out, let's go
And I'm so manly now
Ain't been gettin' into it wit' my mammy now
'Cause, I got my own house, own car
Big charm
Nigga, check this AP out, pussy boy

Maybe I can't even leave the crib
But I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been
Mr Gaulden baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip
Stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip
I'm so awesome
Made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a fuckin' soldier
And they think I'm so Magnolia
I'm from Northside
And they know I slump shit over
Let them talk 'bout me, just watch my feet
Or I'm gon' flip shit over

Tell me how you been, Mr Gaulden
I'm rich as hell
Tell me how you been, Mr Gaulden
Don't say Kentrell
This bitch tried to ask me 'bout her friend
Then my phone fell
I been tryna calm down all my friends
The opps gon' tell
I been on that Don P, not gin
Watch who you tell
Bitch, I got from off that boy
That's what you should go and tell
Bitch, I grew up sellin' hard
Now the labels clientele
Bitch, I grew up real hard
Show them I could never fail
Slimes trailin' me wit' rods, why? 'Cause
I ain't gotta tell
Bitch, and you gon' tuck your tail
'cause I know you soft as hell (Bah, bah)
Tell me what's that smell, deadmen
Go to hell call me Mr Gaulden, bitch
Long as you don't say Kentrell

Maybe I can't even leave the crib
But I'm flossin'
They been tryna find out where you been
Mr Gaulden baby, I'm with XO drinkin' sip
Stop that callin'
Baby, I been fuckin' up my drip
I'm so awesome

Ah, you already know what it is, man
Ayy, this YoungBoy, man, Mr gaulden
Ayy, this Lil Top, whatever you want call me
Just don't call me Kentrell
Don't call me broke, you heard me
And don't mix me wit' that pussy ass shit
'cause these niggas hoes believe that, nigga
Ayy, it's a XO Lifestyle, baby
I made her bend it over, then I buss it open
I'm a fuckin' soldier, and they
Think I'm so Magnolia, baby
But, I'm Northside

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