1.5 Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Smoker, come and put that *** on me, I’ma put that *** up on you
Come and do a split on me, come and do a trick on it
Come and shake that ass for me, baby, I got a lot of money
Come here, do that yeah for me, tell ’em let me show you somethin’
***, say your ***, how I make you *** without no pill, yeah?
I don’t give no *** about no ***, ***, I just only want your neck
I get *** smoked off the back, tell that *** *** “Yeah”
I told that *** I won’t bang, I know that *** *** scared
They must not know how I get down, bang with that thing, swang across your head
Since I was small, I ain’t stand down, ***, ask my mama, I ain’t scared
That *** *** said what? She told me “Leave that *** dead”
Few weeks later, I copped the *** and busted his head
Sneaker tech, knock out the back off you ***, yeah, dumb
Sneaker slime, knock out the back off your *** and send her home
We stole that car, then we pull on side and we send ’em home
Like bang, bang, *** dead, bang, bang, *** gone
I just need a lot of money on me, I just need the freshest fit on me, oh, yeah
I just need my *** for the sea, and everythin’ I do for her, I’m goin’ hard for her ass
***, I bought a half-a-ticket ring for your dog-ass
***, I pulled up with like everythin’, with your dog-ass
***, you know I run ’round with that pink thing, with my dog-ass
***, you know I’m bound to spit your ex about your ***’ past
Tell your friends stop tellin’ you them things with your mixy ass
Tell your sister, ***, I get that green, I get that ***’ cash
No, you the devil, gotta say she mad that I ain’t *** her ass
Tell Nini, if I wasn’t a BD, ***, I would’ve bossed her ass
I ain’t got no ***’ pigs, don’t no profession get no ***’ pass
I’m active, I’m perfective with this ***, with my perfective ass
Loved when I was broke, but now I’m stuntin’ and I got ***’ cash
Loved while I was home, but once I’m out, then it’s his ***’ ass
Yeah, ***, what? And now come and play with me
I’ve been doin’ my *** and got them hitters on scene
Hmm, hmm, hmm, I got that ***
Hmm, hmm, I’m in this *** and I got that stick, hmm
And I’m gon’ *** somethin’, my brother told me “*** somethin'”
So how the *** you just gon’ tell me not to zip somethin’?
I make the music, make this money, so don’t tell me how to spend nothin’
This ho’ do what I say-so, them say *** ’bout what I spin on ’em
I’m *** up, I’m breakin’ cars, lil’ brother slime, he swipin’ cards
I had it hard, Mitch got a ***, she got a friend, I jacked ’em both
Hold up, hold up, ***, I say I’m way too gangster
Had a bang-out, called my mama, she the one got me from danger
My sister know that I spanked her, my mama know that I’m thuggin’
My grandpa know that I’m druggin’, *** the ***, they know I plucked her
*** the ho’, she know she thuggin’ me, but after all, I still love her
I just want it for the *** to try to help me