YoungBoy Never Broke Again - What Can You Say lyrics

(Yung Lan on the track)
Say  I ain’t lying, ayy
Bitch I done found a love for you in my heart
It  ain’t stronger then my brother’s though
But when it comes to this bitch
We gon' go hard every time on my soul

What  can you say about a nigga
Habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put  it in order, I go harder
I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one
I gotta stretch it
Let  my smokers test out one
Aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus
I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money
And he still ridin', steppin'

You can’t comprehend my words
But these bullets, bet he catch it
I  just gave my girl my charm
And put diamonds in my Patty
Had to take it, bitch it’s dumb
Ain’t nobody fuckin' let me
Still thuggin' bare arms I’m
Eighteen and a felon
Brand new whip with racing seats
I hop up in it, i’ma rev it
It ain’t hard for you to
See, a Nawfside Baby, i’ma rep it
Remember when I was eleven
I was waiting on my time
Doing drugs like an addict
But was strong on my grind
Juvenile in the Parish
I was walkin' on that line
Feignin' for it, I gotta have it
'Bout time these bitches see me shine

What can you say about a nigga
Habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder
I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one
I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one
Aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus
I don’t conversate with Kevin
I just threw my youngin' money
And he still ridin', steppin'

Young nigga really slump shit
Bet you ain’t who you run with
Straight up out that pool pit
Ever seen that drum hit?
Man, ain’t gon' stop him, that slum shit
That choppa, that bitty bum shit
That end zone, they catch him, they punt shit
Real hitta, you know who I run with
All well, I’m paying my homage
People, they wishin' they hung me
What do you think about bum shit?
These niggas ain’t focused on money
Got a stick in the car, hold a hunnit
Up it and shoot where yo' dome at
Think my nigga tryna snake me
I sent a hunnit bands right where yo' home at
Long hair, but I comb it, obviously
You not my homie
Damn, I know that it’s right but
I feel like it’s wrong, yeah

What can you say about a nigga
Habit stronger than his grind, yeah, yeah
Put it in order, I go harder
I swear every single time yeah, yeah
Q complexion, whipin' dope, if I down one
I gotta stretch it
Let my smokers test out one
Aroma met my dogs in heaven
Luca Brasi, yeah, Marcellus
I don’t conversate with Kevin (Nah)
I just threw my youngin' money
And he still ridin', steppin'
(Ridin', steppin', yeah, yeah)