YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rough Ryder lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rough Ryder lyrics]

(Adam Slide made the beat slide)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets
Another victim juggin' bag, gettin’ it on
Cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his
Ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another
Nigga think he fuckin' with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame
Kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame
Free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon' stay the same
Your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don't
Play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah

Pistol packin' in the North
4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole
House when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y’all
I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin' all my pain
They plan on tearin’ me down

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play
We pop his head you know Top’ll stop 'em
We clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on
My ass, but I know the game, let's play it

On top my shit, these pussy
Niggas hatin', face me, nigga
Ridin' 'round in my
Rolls-Royce screamin', "Gang
" I know you hate me, nigga
We gon' forever bang and stay
Untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I'm twenty
I done spent four million and dropped a
Half just for to zip 'em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin' with the
Fuckin' gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin' with the
Fuckin' K's with him
Don't give a fuck 'bout how I turn
Out once his mans with him
I'm quick to jump out with my gun out
They gon' slang with him

Pistol packin' in the North
4Trey stack in the North
I'm down to kill a whole
House when my feelings involved
I'm down to push the button on y'all
I give my brothers one call
And while I'm singin' all my pain
They plan on tearin' me down

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play
We pop his head you know Top'll stop 'em
We clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on
My ass, but I know the game, let's play it

AI pull up, all these hoes
They wanna know where Top at
Motherfuck a show, I dropped my tape
Now where my fuckin' guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show
They tryna see where my Glock at
They know I'm strapped up in this bitch
I shoot and you can't stop that i'm thuggin'

I'm a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I'm a fuckin' problem, thirty pop him, play
We pop his head you know Top'll stop 'em
We clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on
My ass, but I know the game, let's play it

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets
Another victim juggin' bag, gettin' it on
Cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his
Ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin' down or another
Nigga think he fuckin' with me
Dirty game, fuckin' shame
Kiss me 'cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame
Free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon' stay the same
Your friends gon' change
Slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let
It bang, don't play no games
We quick to peel him

XO

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