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Vocals: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Writer: Kentrell Gaulden
Writer: Tavian Carter
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ew.
What the fuck?
-What the fuck? -Yeah, it's me.
Legoland, bitch, button boys, we got Fletchas on these Glocks.
Bitch, I'm down to bond, survive the V, depend on who I'm with.
Tell the opps to strike a pose and watch this Draco take a pic. Hundred-round goon with a brr, turn a irate to a zip.
-Uh, damn.
-Codeine mixed promethazine, I hate when I run out. On the dean, I'm gettin' clean once my new album Z come out.
I done bipped inside a Strike, my mama called me out en route. Goddamn.
-Uh, goddamn.
-VVS charm on my arm, bitch, this a Rollie just for the trenches.
You ain't tryna walk down with us, then you gon' probably just be a witness.
Free Lil Forty out the can, the judge just gave my dawg a sentence. Goddamn.
-Forty, Forty.
-Out of town, I got my pipe, play with your life and you might lose it.
Brodie put the switch on back of all his Glocks 'cause he gon' use it.
Niggas just ran down and took you as a lick, you ain't gon' do shit. What the fuck?
Doubled up, styrofoam, I dropped a band inside that bitch. We don't land, bitch, Zombieland, bitch, I'm the man around this bitch.
The way that switchy brr, we get a tan around this bitch.
Shit, I done copped all -Dracos, loaded up all Faygos just to sip. -Damn.
I'm from the bottom, Bikini Bottom, who knew Patrick'd be a star?
Five-star restaurants, a bad bitch eatin' caviar.
Five star hits, headbangers, YNS remind me -of Avatar. -No cap.
Legoland, bitch, button boys, we got Fletchas on these Glocks.
Bitch, I'm down to bond, survive the V, depend on who I'm with.
Tell the opps to strike a pose and watch this Draco take a pic. Hundred-round goon with a brr, turn a irate to a zip.
Fletcha, Soul.
Uh, codeine mixed promethazine, I hate when I run out.
On the dean, I'm gettin' clean once my new album Z come out.
I done bipped inside a Strike, my mama called me -out en route. Goddamn. -Goddamn, let me speak. Man,.
411 inside my jacket, hundred round ARP, tah.
One, two, three, four opps we gon' drop, play the five inside the street. I'm sippin' that molly in my Louis V.
She wanna get out her body, I give her a piece.
I'm aimin' that Draco, these fake-ass pussy-ass niggas was tryna use his feet. Out the window with her and her runnin' from beef.
Heard the money, we gunnin' and push you to sleep. On your body, the.
308 tap your body. The formula missin', you need it, come cop it in bulk.
I'm ready to go, you can try it. Well, I fired, I'm holdin' these bitches aside, to the side.
Bro got button, but I got built-in FRT inside my blick.
This gon' stutter 'cause that's his language. Always angry, havin' fits.
Bitch wanna bunk 'cause she can't get a bunk, she mad can't get a fix.
Bro got slums and I got all the slangs, I tell him take a pick. Bro got button, but I got built-in FRT inside my blick.
This gon' stutter 'cause that's his language. Always angry, havin' fits.
Bitch wanna bunk 'cause she can't get a bunk, she mad can't get a fix.
Bro got slums and I got -all the slangs, I tell him take a pick. -Legoland, bitch, button boys, we got
Fletchas on these Glocks.
Bitch, I'm down to bond, survive the V, depend on who I'm with. Tell the opps to strike a pose and watch this Draco take a pic.
Hundred-round goon with a brr, turn a irate to a zip.
Uh, codeine mixed promethazine, I hate when I run out.
On the dean, I'm gettin' clean once my new album Z come out.
I done bipped inside a Strike, my mama called me out en route. Goddamn.
Uh.