YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Pop Out lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Pop Out lyrics]
A'ight, before we begin
Baby, you know the rules no phones
Don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick
Call me Jeffery Dram'-er (Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready?
(Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, hold on one second
Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name
They screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say
"I got to make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave
'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros
(Oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a hoe
(Oh, oh, YB, have at it, oh)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me
And they all tens
And they have their way if they want
They fuck me together
And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em
To be careful they know (Brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga
We don't fuck with cops (yeah)
"He got dropped, pick up your nigga
" what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not
But I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't perfect, yeah
Bitches ain't deserve it
Spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
She know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work
It and I love her ass, yeah
Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no Swiffer than that 30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys
I step with 'em and they both fall (Psst)
From a cage to the stage and my name
They screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said
"I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave
'cause I need my family now oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Gangsta Grillz) a'ight listen up
I need everybody to take their cell phones
Out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all
To history in the makin' oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama c'mon, ma'
You know I got a family
Baby, you know the rules no phones
Don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom
'Cause, ma', you know I got a family
Matter fact, just eat this dick
Call me Jeffery Dram'-er (Dramatic nigga)
Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready?
(Gangsta Grillz)
Um, Jason, we here bro, yeah
Fall, mm, hold on one second
Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)
From a cage to the stage and my name
They screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', say
"I got to make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave
'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros
(Oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a hoe
(Oh, oh, YB, have at it, oh)
Pop out, yeah, yeah
All these bitches bad with me
And they all tens
And they have their way if they want
They fuck me together
And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em
To be careful they know (Brrt, brrt)
Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga
We don't fuck with cops (yeah)
"He got dropped, pick up your nigga
" what we tell the opps
We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots
Act like they not
But I know that they hurtin'
Yeah, bitch know I ain't perfect, yeah
Bitches ain't deserve it
Spend my everyday time workin'
Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle
She know I ain't perfect
She just love the way I work
It and I love her ass, yeah
Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it
But I ain't no Swiffer than that 30, he crash
I am not to worry, not nervous
These are no Steph Currys
I step with 'em and they both fall (Psst)
From a cage to the stage and my name
They screamin' loud
From no sleep to no eatin', said
"I gotta make it out"
You love me? Then don't leave
'cause I need my family now oh, oh, oh, oh
Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store
(Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been went and tatted all my bros
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
I been lost my patience for a ho
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Gangsta Grillz) a'ight listen up
I need everybody to take their cell phones
Out and put your light on
Light this bitch up
I want to welcome you all
To history in the makin' oh, yeah
Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'
YB, DJ Drama c'mon, ma'
You know I got a family