YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Overdose lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Overdose lyrics]

I ain't no bad person, no
Ayy I ain't no gangster, ain't no killer
I ain't no gangbanger, I'm me
Like everybody make mistakes, that's life
Name one fuckin' person who
Ain't make mistakes, you feel me?
Man like we, I don't know what to say
I don't know if I'm targeted
I don't know if it's from what I speak about
Like I don't know
I just know shit, until I'm dead I'ma be me
Yeah, yeah
And they ain't never seen this shit before
(Ooh, BigHead on the beat) young nigga shit
Bitch, gang, gang, blatt, blatt, hrrr
38 Baby

Without no coat I was walkin'
And meditatin' in the rain
Reminiscin' 'bout bein' in prison
I was locked in them chains
Without no drugs
I was workin' and stimulatin' my brain
I ain't got to act how I was actin'
Everything done changed
I was missin' out on plenty shit
Just watchin' time fly past
I was broke, down on my dick
I had to get me a bag
Havin' shootouts broad day and we
Was runnin' from task
I put my flex down, never sit down
I told that bitch I'll never stand down
Creepin' on your block with a hundred rounds
Go to shoot and try to run
Hop out the whip and we gon' run you down
Shoot him dead up his head
Knock off his dreads
Now he can't make a sound
Kill him where he stand
We live by law and we gon' lay it down
Tell me he want smoke, 187
That's that same shit 357 send you to hell
Knock out your brain quick
Sippin' on this drank, RIP Fredo
This that bang shit
Doin' the same thing, time pass
Got a bitch with a fat ass
I told her turn around and bust it open
That Soulja Slim, that C-Murder
Come in the tank just like a No Limit soldier
I'm poppin' X so I'm steady rollin'
Say he a gangster, got his chest out
When I hit him with this Glock
I bet I fold him
None of these niggas ain't never play with me
Play with me, I bet you see
Fuck that Twitter beefin', you want beef
I pull up where you sleep
Bitch I'm out the North, 38 Baby
I come from the streets
Two clips on that chopper for to
Stretch you when we fuckin' meet
Got 'em all boxed in at the location
The police movin' in
People tryna catch me with a pistol
Just to turn me in
Same shit you did to go to jail
Don't do that shit again
Bitch I'm screamin' fuck it, never change
Thuggin' to the end i got a question
Tell me what these niggas hatin' for?
Why they steady sayin' they gon'
Snatch my chain though? You want to rap
How you gon' think without a brain though?
Take gunpowder out a bullet, put some crack
Now this that 'caine flow
I'ma hit 'em with this bitch
And watch 'em overdose
(shoot 'em up yeah, yeah)
I'ma hit 'em with this bitch
And watch 'em overdose
(fill 'em up yeah, yeah)
Overdose, I kill 'em slow
What's the 4-1-1, they know I be
I be 'bout whatever
You ain't got no bodies, you ain't 'bout it
Boy you are not a stepper
You play with me, bitch ain't no hidin'
Ain't nobody can help you
Send your ass to the devil
In an envelope like a letter
Got an FN with a clip with
Different colors up in it
It's all bronze like a penny
Only see fire when I spit it
I ain't shoot this bitch in
A minute, a nigga play, he can get it
Double G, that stand for gang
You niggas know how we livin'

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