More songs by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Description
Programmer, Producer: Mally Mall
Producer: ISM
Programmer: ISM
Mixing Engineer, Recording Engineer, Mastering Engineer: Henry 8
Rapvocalist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
A& R: Kenoe Jordan
Aand Radministrator: LaKia Smith
Aand Radministrator: Sean Aitro
Aand Radministrator: Steve Cook
Composer Lyricist: Kentrell Gaulden
Composer Lyricist: Jamal Rashid
Composer Lyricist: Ishmael Sadiq Montague
Lyrics and translation
Original
-Pull up that. -It's young boy, man.
-Pull up that. -Ayy.
-DJ Khaled. -Ayy. Huh, uh. You already know how I be.
I be ragin' and poppin', look. I make a pussy nigga bleed with that fuck shit.
Walk inside the club, I am not to be fucked with.
I got on all this ice, you know I'm in here with a hockey stick.
Sendin' rounds at you, better duck, bitch, duck, bitch. Bad bitch from Jamaica, she wanna fly out with me and vacay.
I look in all they faces, all these faces, all these niggas fakin', fakin'.
Paper chasin', chasin'.
Boy, you ain't hot, you cold, I come straight out of Hell with them Blazers.
Before the last count, they gon' hit the lights, you better have your knife. They know young boy, he a takin' life, they say that he ain't right.
With my brother, I be on that site. Oh yeah, we really right. Oh yeah.
She tryna make boy about his wife, thought I done fucked her last night. Oh yeah, oh yeah.
You know young boy, I keep it tight, she wanna stay the night.
I been fuckin' with her friend, and they both been bangin' thots.
We'll die tonight, one of us you pussy niggas, who wan' try?
I'm livin' life tonight, I turn it to a killing, homicide, look. I make a pussy nigga bleed with that fuck shit.
Walk inside the club, I am not to be fucked with.
I got on all this ice, you know I'm in here with a hockey stick. Sendin' rounds at you, better duck, bitch, duck, bitch.
You know I love that lean. In VIP, I'm clean.
Bitch make me back the fuck up out you grabbin' on my jeans, ho.
Bitch, I ain't gotta worry about no code, I already know I'm on that dope. That there my boy, he pour that muddy, it ain't nothin' less than a four.
She call me hubby, she say she love me.
I bought a Hermes, I fucked her right on top the floor. I'm where them killers at, have them cut her bag, bag.
I bought this bitch a Chrome bag. I'ma press some shit about her for sure. Woah.
I make a pussy nigga bleed with that fuck shit.
Walk inside the club, I am not to be fucked with. I got on all this ice, you know I'm in here with a hockey stick.
Sendin' rounds at you, better duck, bitch, duck, bitch.
Bad bitch from Jamaica, she wanna fly out with me and vacay.
I look in all they faces, all these faces, all these niggas fakin', fakin'. Paper chasin', chasin'.
Boy, you ain't hot, you cold, I come straight out of Hell with them Blazers.
Baton Rouge to Miami-Dade County.
Louisiana to Florida.
While they countin' us out, we countin' it up.
Mo Money.
Mo Money.