YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Got One lyrics

4KTrey we put guns to the face
Ain't nobody safe, who gon' die today?
It's a murder business

Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here
Drop that ass on me
We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck
You play they wack your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks
I was on plenty drugs
Dog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em
I got plenty love

From the streets to the cellblock
He got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale
Stuff 'til my arm lock, i scrape the pot
Gangster bitch, tryin' hold me down
She see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my home
Tryna take me down, i'm duckin' cops

I'm a thug nigga, fuck you, bitch
I got gravediggers
Run with me, I'll bust you, you bitch
Fuck the campus
I'm at school with that stick
You gon' get bluesed, you get
Hit, break all the rules, get 'em fixed
Cutthroat, ain't complyin' with shit
Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's
Dissin, now, you know, i gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em
'cause I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks
They all be goblins i be head huntin'
Lil' bro just called and said he got one
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here
Drop that ass on me
Stacks inside my pants, I got 'em neat
I come up from the streets
Hold on, stop this bitch, I
Bag 'em up, shoot first
Now come run up on me
I leave out red, I bang that
Green, don't diss out peace
Best keep your heat

From the streets to the cellblock
He got red dot, hollows hot
It get steep, play with pale
Stuff 'til my arm lock, i scrape the pot
Gangster bitch, tryin' hold me down
She see I frown and wonder why
Surveillance sit outside my home
Tryna take me down, i'm duckin' cops

Get the drop, we pop a opp
Load ups, in my brother
We kept plenty sticks at Papa house
Before you know, they roll me out
They posted up, we spin around
Lil bro let my window down, this K come out
We pray around, fall, can't shoot back
We leave you found
Top ain't known to fuck around, 4Tre3 made me
On lock up, guards gon' slam me down
These bitches ain't gon' save me
On phones, watch what you say to me
Come face to me, they might raid me
Can't leave trace when we slang heat
Probably at the crib wit' a 223

Mama, kill these pussy niggas that's
Dissin, now, you know, i gotta
I'm tryna shoot the hoes that's with 'em
'cause I'm a fuckin' problem
I'm gon' pop somethin, I run with sticks
They all be goblins i be head huntin'
Lil' bro just called and said he got one
Had to tell lil' mama "Bag it up", come here
Drop that ass on me
We got sticks inside this fuckin' truck
You play they wack your ass for free
Bro died, I was down for weeks
I was on plenty drugs
Dog hoes talk down on me, but fuck 'em
I got plenty love