YoungBoy Never Broke Again - My Momma Song (Want It All) lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - My Momma Song Want It All lyrics]

(Drum Dummie) let’s go
(I spend forty three thousand on a coat)
I got blood on my mind, clear my mind, yeah
(And it was online)
Fuck a nigga mean? Tote that iron
Ayy and I’m straight out that Nawf wit’ it
(Bitch, I don’t fold)
You heard me? RIP hamp, nigga
You know what it is with me
(For the sheep, nigga)
Yeah, RIP birdman Doody
How you wan’ do it? yeah
And we still running round ruthless nigga
Yeah shawty could be a killer and we
Still ain’t doin’ no recruitin’
We got our own shottas over here
Fuck yo’ VIP, we got our own bottles ova here
(yeah, slime)

I took Dior and I mixed with Givenchy (I did)
Think it’s safe ridin’ with yo’ Fam
And get your kids hit
Just left your hood and they
Say that I’m the realest

Bitch, I got yo’ favorite rapper
On my hit list
What’s cracking, what’s good?
Say young blood, how you bleeding?
Brokе up with my ex and I ain’t mean it
Did that make sеnse? Act up in this club
Fuck around and get your ting split (Ba)
In here with these thugs, give ‘em a reason
(Let’s go)

Feelin’ me gun smoke run my adrenaline
Shawty so bad, I can’t pass
I put her up in the top bleed
Clear the scene with that Draco
Fuck nigga won’t off me
Three hundred shots up in this Tahoe
I shoot it way offspring

Where that money at nigga? I want it all
I let the bitch break the
Windshield on my car
I go drive way past Winfield to visit Dump
Riding with that Glock up in my trunk
You gon get slumped (Gon’ get slumped)
I done ran me up a million in a month
Let’s go
Meditation with them glizzies, not a monk
No no water-slide with my son, NBA trunks
I’m through
I don’t drink but I just poured me
Up a cup just for my bro (Woo)
I wore Moncler for to step
Then switched up to Versace robes
She had fucked and tired to
Get me out my money, told her "No"
Left her right outside the gate because
This bitch didn’t know the code
If they try assassinate
I let some shots off on the road
Red rum, I give you slugs and a rose
Light up your lighter when I’m
Walking in my shows you ain’t my brother
Bitch you ain’t no baby Joe
Bought Kendell a Hellcat and
He sixteen years old (Vroom, vroom)

Feelin’ me gun smoke run my adrenaline
Shawty so bad, I can’t pass
I put her up in the top bleed
Clear the scene with that Draco
Fuck nigga won’t off me
Three hundred shots up in this Tahoe
I shoot it way offspring
(He’s a real deal slime)

I took Dior and I mixed with Givenchy
(He ain’t lyin’)
Think it’s safe ridin’ with yo’ Fam
And get your kids hit
Just left your hood and they
Say that I’m the realest

I’m the trillest, pull up in big Bentleys
(Skrr) i put diamond chains on top of tee
I can’t make up this
Bitch I know you love this
Tell me what the fuck is
All these niggas dissing to a real one?
They can’t touch this

I want it all on my car
To visit Dump (Visit Dump)
You gon get slumped (Get slumped, nigga)

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