YoungBoy Never Broke Again – 4KT Freestyle Lyrics

4KT Freestyle Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Mommy, India got the beats)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, Hey Lilkdubb)
Yeah, oh, Ah
Oh slime

Tell me what you feelin’ I’m gon’ try to make a way
Stuck up in this system, feeling like I’m already in the grave, yeah
Oh grandma, I need yo’ lovin’ and I need yo’ huggin’
Sundown to sun up, I’m stuck up in it, I be steady thuggin’
Just a lonely child, it hurt my heart
My momma feel like fuck me
These niggas ’round ain’t right, they want my life
They probably wanna bust me
Buff got that F and N, try me, everybody sin
I’m in this life of sin, heaven gates just let me in
I stretched that boy up in his yard, it only cost me ten
I’m livin’ hard, just ’cause probation, I can’t be round ten
Ridin’ with my top down and bitch I’m hot now
Run up with them Glocks down, you gon’ get shot down
Thuggin’ in them trenches, it’s a way we be living
And you gon’ fold and count on my pain, you see how I’m feelin’
Tell yo’ momma good riddance, you play, it’s on now
I took five Xans back to back, I’m in my zone now
These hoes ain’t loyal, I’m done, they can’t call my phone now
Told you once before, I’m feeling like that I’m not wrong now
I got the heart of a slime
I would’ve been had bust his dome, them niggas hidin’
I asked my dawg “Why they ain’t dead?”
He said “I’m slidin'”
Them niggas stuck up in the house will go inside, yeah
I can’t seem to shake these drugs, I been on it
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill ’em proper, creep up on him
Ridin’ through them slums by my lonely, pistol right up on me
Since my second body, I been hungry
I said I want blood, fuck BRPD, I be running
They know we wackin’ ’em back to back, nigga, so they been on it
They reppin’ off one body, we stepped on three of they homies
All in jail, I get them bitches touched
Confinement, I been wanted
Oh, she want my heart?
I make that bitch give me her soul
Tat my name across yo’ face so yo’ next nigga gon’ know
Shit, you a hoe
I put yo’ momma right on that front row
Had yo’ whole family screamin’, they can’t wait until I go
I’m so slimy, connivin’, I’m grimy, oh yeah
You bet’ not shoot him from a distance, bitch run down and bust his head
Bitch ask my momma, she told me “Zip a nigga” and I did
Oh, you don’t like me for that nigga? Fuck you too, this what it is
Murder man dance, YoungBoy whopping with that choppa
Bring ’em to a stand, we go to shooting, it ain’t no stoppin’
Then niggas tried to kill me once, but hit the bitch that’s on side me
One week later, caught him slippin’, we dump fifty and popped ’em (Fuck him)
We go blood for blood, body after body, huh
The city sick of all of us and they can’t stop it
At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppa’s out
I want a Lambo for my casket, nigga, check me out

Yeah, I got three M’s right now
When I hit ten I’ll be as deadly as I’m is now
The fuck you on, nigga? You know what I’m on
Whatever you on
I’m slime wit it, I’m dyin’ wit it, nigga
(We go blood for blood, body after body, huh
The city sick of all of us and they can’t stop it
At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppa’s out
I want a Lambo for my casket, nigga, check me out)

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