YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rock Out (Jamaican Talk) lyrics

(Suede, this my shit)
Diamonds they shinin' inside of my mouth
I smile I blind ya i come from the Nawf with
Them niggas who 'bout it
You play? They gon’ pop ya
Police try to hang us like pinatas
Everything up
Ain’t no average party with models

Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg
Still housed with shottas
And I’m so fly, you think I flew
We gon' pop out
I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans
Connected with them Haitians oh ah

Oh my Dredren, them pussy boys don’t want it
Waa gwaan (What up?)
You pussy boy, ya' bomboclaat, inform it
Where? We pop one
Oh, I’m a real Don Dada, that 40 mop sum
I killed every nigga that
Ever played, excеpt one, the bitch could run
Shoot and slump him from the car (Ba, Ba, ba)
Ain’t got nobody to say sorry to but my God
And bitch I’m still that samе
Nigga in a cop car (Ayy, 4KTrey)
In central booking, screamin’ out "I
Came thru' swervin’ nigga
Put me in my cell with my bond"
That dope was soft, I made it hard, nigga
Ask Von and I won't never see my
Nigga again 'till im 41 i’m thanking God
Was playing bumper cars with both of my sons
Toys from Walmart, Draco hollerin' Hulk
Smash, you know he dumb, lets go
I visit Grandma grave for to
Let go of my pain none of my boys grew up in
The house with me, after all
I do feel shame aI my name
After everything, God know I won’t be a maid
My baby mamas, they play games
They lucky I can't buss they brains
And that’s on Dump nigga
‘cause ain’t no love in my heart
All this shit a make another nigga fold
But I ain’t change from the start
I could hit the bitch from up the street
You know I’m accurate with darts
War wounds in my head and even my feet
Put your life inside, ain't no court
(Rest in peace)

Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg
Still housed with shottas
And I’m so fly, you think I flew
We gon' pop out
I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans
Connected with them Haitians oh ah

Ann archana, ala mishkila
And I’m stuck up in alarm
All day I’m dreamin’
Got mob idols in my head
Thinkin’ like a demon
If the pussy bitch ain’t dead
That mean I ain’t seen him
I’ma let him talk to God, I go far
This ain’t no façade
Don’t tell Draco, Kamari
Or Kacey no stories with me and war
‘Cause daddy gotta talk to the Man
Above who control all our hearts
And daddy been sufferin’ from all his pain
But he remain a star
I ain’t gotta talk about the
Money that I’ma leave, but it’s a lot
It’s sum like playin’ stack
And growing cities
Is somewhere to make a spot
I’m just talkin’ from the heart
You can excuse me now
And when I’m gone, just know I ain’t gone
I’m on side you slime

Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out
He got a bracelet on his leg
Still housed with shottas
And I’m so fly, you think I flew
We gon' pop out
I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans
Connected with them Haitians oh ah