More songs by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Description
Producer, Programmer: Medusa Beats
Programmer, Producer: CXSHMXDE
Recording Engineer, Producer, Mixing Engineer, Programmer, Mastering Engineer: Henry8
Rapvocalist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
A& R: Kenoe Jordan
Aand Rcoordinator: LaKia Smith
Aand Rcoordinator: Sean Aitro
Aand Rcoordinator: Steve Cook
Composer Lyricist: Kentrell Gaulden
Composer Lyricist: Gene Simon Wagenaar
Composer Lyricist: Vonte’ Van Pran
Composer Lyricist: Henry Bingham
Lyrics and translation
Original
Henry, you ate this one.
Gangsta. When they ready.
You know I be husslin' 'cause I don't be wanting to just take off.
Bitch, I'ma give you a fair price to do it. Ha. What?
What?
Nina times, bitch. What? What? Hey. Pop a coat.
Hey, we be on that smacking nigga shit all day.
You hear me? North side, dead ass. 4K Tre, you know what I'm saying?
Ayy, I be that K. Be too shit, be too shit. Hold up, look.
Who the fuck you planning spinning on?
Bitch, I'm a boss and I get off, me and my gang'll walk you down. I don't wanna talk, let's bang it out. I'm paid to pop that shit on sound.
My gangsta bitch, who phone is hung.
My gangsta bitch roll pistol pee when he was banging with that crown. Nigga, uh-huh, what you say?
Bombs overhead, nigga go brrra, bosses at your head.
Cutters when we move, cutters in the trunk, nigga cutters by the bed. Nigga take a rifle and they snipe him, get it through his head.
Gangsta how we fucking play it.
Ayy, we be thugging bad, the police won't come raid us up. Opps know we cut a bag, get on they ass and spank something. Glocks, Carbons,
FNs and ARPs. Nines, fifties, and forties. Nigga, and we got SDs.
Out the window, I'm gon' squeeze this rapidly with this machine.
All black Jeep, the wheels, we in the streets tryna pinch something to the scene.
On the curb, we swerve then ride out, I tell Trill, "Fly to me.
" Fuck a nigga, I ain't never worried, I live my life like c'est la vie. When this tech out pattern, I kill.
Stop the whip, we can get on feet. The stock flip hanging on your waist.
Let's have it, I'ma make shit bleep. Come out the hip, take off his face. Better know to smack them, young as
Trill. I been planning all coast, I want them killed, fuck 'em.
I been planning all year, I want them drilled, fuck 'em.
Nigga, bring your ass to hell, you know we clutching. What we got? Glocks, Carbons, FNs, and ARPs.
Nines, fifties, and forties. Nigga, and we got SDs. Hit him with the businesses. Who the witness is?
I'll get you fucked good, bye thot, and get your stupid ass killed, boss.
Press who we packing, still boss. Control the gutter with these cutters.
Free my motherfucking Vulture Thug, I love you. Brrra. What we got? Choppers, Glocks, and
Carbon 15s. We got them choppers, Glocks, and Carbon 15s. We got them choppers,
Glocks, and Carbon 15s. We got them choppers, Glocks, and Carbon 15s. Ba-yeah.
Henry, you ate this one.