Back On My Feet Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Drum Dummie made the beat and I’m gon’ *** it
Ha, XO
That-that, that-that jump up right there? that’s that ***?
Uh, you know yeah, yeah
I just jump straight on and talk that ***
Hold that cutter for me
Look
I’ma hustler, ‘fore I’m broke, I’ma make a way
I told ’em things different from up in ’16, that was back up in the day
Now you already know anyway this *** go, shoot it out on the interstate
Tryna swerve ’em off the road, talkin’ “Grrah,” *** ***, “Grrah,” ’til the metal break
Why they soldier hate? They gon’ make me wanna come and pluck ’em down, wanna give my fair shake
Head out of town, she a machine, make it back, couldn’t do her hair late
You know 10? That’s my lil’ bro, had to tell ’em stay up from under that ho
You know that that *** know dirt on my ho and my ho know dirt on that nasty ho
They got another chick that be with ’em, had a baby ‘fore a opp, I like her on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done, I’ll spit on ’em both
I got all the killers and real niggas and trill *** with me, you know?
These rap niggas know that I’m dangerous
And I know most some of them niggas hoes
I know ya heard how they block my songs when them people tried to send me up the road
Could’ve sworn this ho was gettin’ *** when I called her phone
I know that she dogged me to her friends but lowkey still don’t leave me ‘lone
My girl probably wouldn’t even let the *** inside our home
All y’all see, I’ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can’t sleep
I want beef, get your *** bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don’t need you to pray for me
Rap niggas over and I said they all gettin’ slumped over
Last man stand, bang ’til it’s over, ’cause I’m a soldier
I won’t think twice to *** yo ass ’cause I don’t know ya
Gotta run this ***, can’t stop, I think it’s turnin’ over
Gotta top this *** from turnin’ over, I keep my clique from sellin’ yola
Gotta keep my dog from off that boy before I found him sleep, slumped over
Gotta UberEat my *** and cater from house arrest, I’m bossanova
Wan’ protect, I’m the reason they ain’t bought ’em yet, ’cause *** I know ya
You a messy gossipin’ ass *** and you might *** me over
***, I flex that guap, got lots of it, I turn that *** ho up
Think they know us, gotta show us, talk that ***, we shoot your show up
Aim like Jonesy, feel like Rod
Think he a big ***, like he Jewish
Tell ’em keep cross phones, better keep your rod
I had it hard, go round the corner, couldn’t get it on inside the yard
You think we masked up for Corona how we ski’d up for that boy
Run up on me, you think it’s sweet and we gon’ send yo ass to God
Wrath and Revenge of YoungBoy
All y’all see, I’ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can’t sleep
I want beef, get your *** bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don’t need you to pray for me
Rap niggas over and I said they all gettin’ slumped over
Last man stand, bang ’til it’s over, ’cause I’m a soldier
I won’t think twice to *** yo ass ’cause I don’t know ya
Gotta run this ***, can’t stop, I think it’s turnin’ over