Baddest Thing Lyrics YoungBoy Never Broke Again
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, oh
Getting ***, toting that iron every time that we riding, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, she oh, oh
And she mine
I swear to buy her anything to ease her mind
In the dead end posted with that gang toting on that iron
And I’m bound to leave any *** dead if they ain’t mine
And I jumped off the porch like
[?] I do the repeat
I say ***, Blood it go big b’s
Hit the block and blow the curb up
Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six head shots for the coroner, tell ’em that we ain’t use no beams
Tell them *** niggas they don’t know me
I know for a fact she don’t know her *** but she know me
And she on me steady asking like, “Can you take me home?”
Tell somebody anything I want, yeah
H-O-L-D, hold on me
D-I-E, I been needing some peace, uh
Drink on lean ’til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain’t working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag [?] *** *** tryna trust me sixty G’s
Twenty five for the duffle bag, *** still counting bands, baby, don’t count on me
Maybach ain’t come with curtains, without tint niggas still ain’t seeing me
Real gas bags, that’s all I chief
Two steps back, get off of me
I been it, yeah, all cheese
I paid cash for a factory
Hitmen, they be after me
12 tryna capture me
*** planning on trapping me
Fake rappers planning on blasting me
For bro, you get a [?]
Get blicked up you try hacking me, yeah
H-O-L-D, hold on me
D-I-E, I been needing some peace, uh
Drink on lean ’til I can barely breathe
Bae, your head ain’t working, nah, I need five to sleep
Louis V bag [?] *** *** tryna trust me sixty G’s
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, oh
Getting ***, toting that iron every time that we riding, and you know, you know
You the baddest thing I seen in a while, ooh my shawty, oh, she oh, oh
[?] I do the repeat
I say ***, Blood it go big b’s
Hit the block and blow the curb up
Youngboy MJ, I got on six rings
Six head shots for the coroner, tell ’em that we ain’t use no beams
(EarDrummers)
(Mike WiLL Made-It)
(That money go for Myles)