YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Tell Me Some lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Tell Me Some lyrics]
Ayy, these niggas bitches (Ayy 38)
Mmm, ay, slime-slime-slime (M-m-m)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Today we gon’ bust’ out, Let’s go
(Slime-slime-slime)
(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This Mike Laury)
What was you sayin’ nigga? That’s
What you talkin’ ‘bout (yeah yeah)
(This is the sound)
Fuck that, rock out (YoungBoy)
Heard this nigga actin' like he wanna see me
Hold up
Bust his fuckin' cantaloupe and front
Street him in 3-D (Fuck, bitch, gang)
Put that dick on her and tried to slide
She said that "You can’t leave me"
I’ma real street nigga
Fuck whoever that ain’t with me (Fuck)
They got D-Dawg with the tech
Come out the back and spray 'round
The pussy bitch gon' feel the same
Aftеr he feel this K round
Don’t fuck around with niggas
Or these bitchеs
You can’t put the Bape don’t
Soon as I leave the city
Zip 'em, stupid bitch, now lay down
(Bitch lay down) and I’ma real rich nigga
Those broke hoes allowed
I’m just steady poppin' Percs and
Drinkin' ACT in Maybach (Let’s go)
Had to tell that bitch "I been that"
I be loaded on that dog food
Tryna shift, but AI got the tricks
I bet I get 'em all
I say "Why these niggas throwin'
Shots?" D-Dawg say "Slatt"
Run down and ask 'em 'bout the tweet
Like be exact 'cause you ain’t that
Not at Atlantic
I’ma be at Paramount up in the back
Ain’t gotta speak on who I wack, bitch
You gon' catch these thirty racks (On Dump)
Catch you tryna leave, cutta rip all
He ain’t gang, he gon' leave 'em slump
We gon' bang 'till somebody done
So if you 'bout it, then tell me
We cross fire for forever
Retaliate and then I guess
We all dyin' forever, i’m slime
I keep my gun up in my pants
Who gon' tell me some'?
And I just want the bitch to flash
And we gon' bust his ass
Every nigga with me crankin’
And they gon' bang, i’m tryna turn up bad
Why you talkin' while I’m leanin'? I know
You mad 'cause you ain’t that
Fuck you bitch, I mean that
Gettin' dirty with his clean ass
Let a nigga play right now
That’s on my momma, you should
Bitch, you know we ‘bout the drama
Keep the llama in my jean pant
Blow this bitch up like Osama
NBA flag with a beam, man
Heard this nigga actin' like he wanna see me
Hold up
Bust his fuckin' cantaloupe and front
Street him in 3-D
Put that dick on her and tried to slide
She said that "You can’t leave me"
I’ma real street nigga
Fuck whoever that ain’t with me
They got D-Dawg with the tech
Come out the back and spray 'round
The pussy bitch gon' feel the same
After he feel this K round
Don’t fuck around with niggas
Or these bitches
You can’t put the Bape don’t
Soon as I leave the city
Zip 'em, stupid bitch, now lay down
And I’ma real rich nigga
Those broke hoes allowed
I’m just steady poppin' Percs and
Drinkin' ACT in Maybach
Had to tell that bitch "I been that"
I be loaded on that dog food
Tryna shift, but AI got the tricks
I bet I get 'em all
I say "Why these niggas throwin'
Shots?" D-Dawg say "Slatt"
Run down and ask 'em 'bout the tweet
Like be exact 'cause you ain’t that
Not at Atlantic
I’ma be at Paramount up in the back
Ain’t gotta speak on who I wack, bitch
You gon' catch these thirty racks
(Bitch, catch that)
Mmm, ay, slime-slime-slime (M-m-m)
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Today we gon’ bust’ out, Let’s go
(Slime-slime-slime)
(I need to talk to Mike Laury
Hello? This Mike Laury)
What was you sayin’ nigga? That’s
What you talkin’ ‘bout (yeah yeah)
(This is the sound)
Fuck that, rock out (YoungBoy)
Heard this nigga actin' like he wanna see me
Hold up
Bust his fuckin' cantaloupe and front
Street him in 3-D (Fuck, bitch, gang)
Put that dick on her and tried to slide
She said that "You can’t leave me"
I’ma real street nigga
Fuck whoever that ain’t with me (Fuck)
They got D-Dawg with the tech
Come out the back and spray 'round
The pussy bitch gon' feel the same
Aftеr he feel this K round
Don’t fuck around with niggas
Or these bitchеs
You can’t put the Bape don’t
Soon as I leave the city
Zip 'em, stupid bitch, now lay down
(Bitch lay down) and I’ma real rich nigga
Those broke hoes allowed
I’m just steady poppin' Percs and
Drinkin' ACT in Maybach (Let’s go)
Had to tell that bitch "I been that"
I be loaded on that dog food
Tryna shift, but AI got the tricks
I bet I get 'em all
I say "Why these niggas throwin'
Shots?" D-Dawg say "Slatt"
Run down and ask 'em 'bout the tweet
Like be exact 'cause you ain’t that
Not at Atlantic
I’ma be at Paramount up in the back
Ain’t gotta speak on who I wack, bitch
You gon' catch these thirty racks (On Dump)
Catch you tryna leave, cutta rip all
He ain’t gang, he gon' leave 'em slump
We gon' bang 'till somebody done
So if you 'bout it, then tell me
We cross fire for forever
Retaliate and then I guess
We all dyin' forever, i’m slime
I keep my gun up in my pants
Who gon' tell me some'?
And I just want the bitch to flash
And we gon' bust his ass
Every nigga with me crankin’
And they gon' bang, i’m tryna turn up bad
Why you talkin' while I’m leanin'? I know
You mad 'cause you ain’t that
Fuck you bitch, I mean that
Gettin' dirty with his clean ass
Let a nigga play right now
That’s on my momma, you should
Bitch, you know we ‘bout the drama
Keep the llama in my jean pant
Blow this bitch up like Osama
NBA flag with a beam, man
Heard this nigga actin' like he wanna see me
Hold up
Bust his fuckin' cantaloupe and front
Street him in 3-D
Put that dick on her and tried to slide
She said that "You can’t leave me"
I’ma real street nigga
Fuck whoever that ain’t with me
They got D-Dawg with the tech
Come out the back and spray 'round
The pussy bitch gon' feel the same
After he feel this K round
Don’t fuck around with niggas
Or these bitches
You can’t put the Bape don’t
Soon as I leave the city
Zip 'em, stupid bitch, now lay down
And I’ma real rich nigga
Those broke hoes allowed
I’m just steady poppin' Percs and
Drinkin' ACT in Maybach
Had to tell that bitch "I been that"
I be loaded on that dog food
Tryna shift, but AI got the tricks
I bet I get 'em all
I say "Why these niggas throwin'
Shots?" D-Dawg say "Slatt"
Run down and ask 'em 'bout the tweet
Like be exact 'cause you ain’t that
Not at Atlantic
I’ma be at Paramount up in the back
Ain’t gotta speak on who I wack, bitch
You gon' catch these thirty racks
(Bitch, catch that)