YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Bop lyrics

(Just run that bitch, Malik) look, look

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
(He keep that chop)
Oh, he a soldier (Oh, he'll pop a nigga)
My brother 3Three (Baow)
He get the drop so I can fold ya
(Oh, that beat bangin', nigga)
I thought I told ya

Hold on, my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya
Pussy nigga, I been grindin', I been shinin'
I done fucked my bag up
(Huh) and I ain't scared to tell nobody
I'm gon' have another sixty M's in
My pocket 'fore next year end
Play with Top, way quick, they pop
Your top, know they get killed, man
Got her out her top, your bitch a bop
Gone off that santan
Got no time for these hoes
Pussy poppin', where my money, man?
Know the FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN
Bitch better quit that poppin'
'fore you fuck around, get your mans spinned
Know my youngin poppin', bitch
I cut up like a madman
Outside, bitch, we poppin'
Bitch, we poppin', spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches
Then we repeat like a ceiling fan
We fill up at Conoco, walk
'round with that Calico
We got all type of poles
'Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch
Watch your soul go
Strike him with this bitch
That cutter flashin' like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy
Bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke
Bitch, float your boat, you
Better not choke, boy, you a ho
Bitch, we gon' beat the last
Side, we're still together, that's how it go
RIP dump, now I done seen this once before
Yeah, ain't no problem, I say

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier my brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya y'all boys want beef
We catch you slippin' and we dome ya
We walk down on ya, look

Hit the bitch in his face like back to back
They won't realize him and that's facts
We turn your son into a pack
We blew his noggin
Bitch, this gravedigger mode
I can't wait for Stunna Island
I'm recordin' right now, do
A song, and, bitch, it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me
They use papers to decline me
Bitch, I'm thuggin'
I'll send them slimes to fuck
Up your whole climate she was fucked up
Buy her a sugar bag and I won't tell nobody
He was fucked up 'bout that sugar bag
Couldn't pay his hit deposit
Play with me, but Meechy got me bad
So I gotta call up Brasi he still fucked up
He wan' talk 'bout ads and
How he beat up pockets
After all I see, I got
This, my watch glisten, they gon' watch this
I been thinkin' I might need to
Go put caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels
And my G Wag' got that B in it
Step inside my lane, best
Come with pain, bitch, you get beat it
Weekends, I need my paper strong
Wife need to hit Spain for a weekend
Bitch, find a plug around
Don't come back home until we deep in
I ain't nowhere good, you're gone
I need you back, don't do no creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down
I need to find me another rich friend
Shit, I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to contrast
No, you couldn't stand up to
That four-five, you died, you stupid dumbass
On my side, you get no pass
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out, better run fast nigga, yeah

My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh, he a soldier my brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya, yeah

Huh, ooh slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Oh yeah slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt