YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Wrong lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Wrong lyrics]
(D-Roc)
Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten
Shorty house, my big sister kid
Started off, I was broke as fuck
Now I came up and I'm millions in
Shorty whole world fucked up
He need all ends
Fuck a nigga whole world up
Take his soul then
You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin' lie
Treated me bad once
You won me over and I don't know why
Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried
When grandma died, along my soul died
I'm a lonely child
Now just tell me I ain't shit
I know let it out or be something wrong
Maybe I showed that I don't need them around
Fucked up, wish I could call Rich
Fuck that, I don't know who my friend
Niggas been cliquin' up with niggas like
They want it with me
All on my shit when I'm around
I got choppers in
And you ain't safe, bitch, no, I don't play
Bitch i take this cutter and cut up and
Shoot you in your fuckin' face, bitch
Niggas ain't been playin' 'bout
Shit, when I cry, you won't try again
I ain't got no purpose, so I'm
Gon' cut up for Big Dump, bitch
We see the enemy, then we dump, dope
In my speakers and the trunk, bitch
And ain't no scorin', it's just for one
This for my youngins who see
Trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take
His partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma and
That time that I done spun
Spinnin' on you bitch niggas and
Livin' like a rich nigga kD can't walk
Wish I could sit with him or
Fuck a bitch with him
She eat his dick behind and I kill her
My clique too official
Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy
Serve it like that raw hard
I can't wait 'til Meech come home so
He can get right back in charge
I buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick
I cause hell and it's over
And I'm dumb as shit, I
Done fell for this girl, god
I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell
Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven
'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell
Hold up, that bitch don't want you
You gon' trap her
I been locked inside the stu' like a trapper
If we catch one of these rappers
We gon' wrap them
Seen that lil' boy, when I came home
I got after you stupid bitch, Nike make
You run way faster, should've had some
Now that's what you get from tryna take
The title off of my drum
I was fumblin' with that
Chopper, I swung through
They said I had one
And my daddy gettin' on my ass 'cause
He say we could just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation
In interrogation room
This shit we goin' through'll make you choose
And want to break the broom
After all that I been through
It make you choose, i don't got faith in you
They laugh, but I ain't cool when I abuse
Feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud sometimes I
Just plan on shakin' you
Battin' you and just handlin' you
Turn you 'round and just do what I do
When I come through, I'll make a body fall
When I come through
Lookin' out for all of y'all
Look, shot the shit, just me and Ten
Shorty house, my big sister kid
Started off, I was broke as fuck
Now I came up and I'm millions in
Shorty whole world fucked up
He need all ends
Fuck a nigga whole world up
Take his soul then
You love me? Bitch, you a fuckin' lie
Treated me bad once
You won me over and I don't know why
Give it one more chance, I tried, I tried
When grandma died, along my soul died
I'm a lonely child
Now just tell me I ain't shit
I know let it out or be something wrong
Maybe I showed that I don't need them around
Fucked up, wish I could call Rich
Fuck that, I don't know who my friend
Niggas been cliquin' up with niggas like
They want it with me
All on my shit when I'm around
I got choppers in
And you ain't safe, bitch, no, I don't play
Bitch i take this cutter and cut up and
Shoot you in your fuckin' face, bitch
Niggas ain't been playin' 'bout
Shit, when I cry, you won't try again
I ain't got no purpose, so I'm
Gon' cut up for Big Dump, bitch
We see the enemy, then we dump, dope
In my speakers and the trunk, bitch
And ain't no scorin', it's just for one
This for my youngins who see
Trucks and they run
This for that youngin had to take
His partner life behind a gun
This for my mama and that trauma and
That time that I done spun
Spinnin' on you bitch niggas and
Livin' like a rich nigga kD can't walk
Wish I could sit with him or
Fuck a bitch with him
She eat his dick behind and I kill her
My clique too official
Eighty things, no girl, it be all boy
Serve it like that raw hard
I can't wait 'til Meech come home so
He can get right back in charge
I buy that bitch new Chanel and a Rolls-Royce
If I grab that stick
I cause hell and it's over
And I'm dumb as shit, I
Done fell for this girl, god
I looked at my nigga Rich, he can tell
Slime gettin' high 'til I think I'm in heaven
'Cause everyone 'round do not fit me in hell
Hold up, that bitch don't want you
You gon' trap her
I been locked inside the stu' like a trapper
If we catch one of these rappers
We gon' wrap them
Seen that lil' boy, when I came home
I got after you stupid bitch, Nike make
You run way faster, should've had some
Now that's what you get from tryna take
The title off of my drum
I was fumblin' with that
Chopper, I swung through
They said I had one
And my daddy gettin' on my ass 'cause
He say we could just sent one
Hall of fame of manipulation
In interrogation room
This shit we goin' through'll make you choose
And want to break the broom
After all that I been through
It make you choose, i don't got faith in you
They laugh, but I ain't cool when I abuse
Feel like I break the room
We argue as we feud sometimes I
Just plan on shakin' you
Battin' you and just handlin' you
Turn you 'round and just do what I do
When I come through, I'll make a body fall
When I come through
Lookin' out for all of y'all