BIG by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Release date: July 25, 2025
Album: MASA
Genre: Rap
Label: Never Broke Again & Motown Records
(Look out, Veno)
(Mama know who Cub$kout is)
(Veno gon’ cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Look
Hey, Ms. Paris, can I take you out to London?
You can ask about me, I know how to make you money
Book a jet for you and your friends, that’s that bag, it ain’t nothin’
I come from that North where all your crimes turn to somethin’
All these robberies and murders turned to millions, ***
My neighbors runnin’, tellin’ pawpaw how I am killing ***
They said that *** up in their song, you wish you never did
I’m out that window, right or wrong, I’m a backyardigan
Q50, FN, Trailblazer, my daddy gifted
It broke down on me, I was takin’ Brianna to school
And I had one strap up in it
Run down on ’em, we havin’ the food and then we keep it kickin’
And I always find my ***’ way to jail like I was born in prison
Got a tank sittin’ in front my house, *** and it drive on water, ***
That sixty thousand for that cross, I’m puttin’ it on my daughter
I got these ninjas round, huh, like I’m a bikerboy
Better keep your pistol ’round, you play soft, we gon’ hit you hard
***
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon, red Bentley, Rolls Royce
I pulled up inside a Urus then the car
Big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I’m a thug, shawty told me I’ma star
Big, build mansions everywhere, *** I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep security in the yard
*** tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon’ *** him for it
I’m making sure my convoy don’t avoid, I can’t, oh no
Lil Meechy through your window, *** I’m creepin’ on my tippy toes
Four door Jag’, I’m slidin’, that’s me and Choppa in here smokin’ ***
*** yappin’, I had youngin *** the *** soon as he hit the dome
I’ma bat her, she keep movin’ ’round my styrofoam
I be preachin’ like a pastor, I get active
What type of time you on?
I’m *** up, you moving backwards
***, just stack it and keep movin’ on
Uppin’ with the tool when it go down
I’ma break some rules you play me wrong
I don’t like them dudes, she playin’ they song
I’ma kick this *** up out my home
Look, baby, I’m inside the Flying Dutchman
We put choppers in Davey Jones locker, ***, touch me
Play ’round with the Don Dada, this *** get ugly
I been poppin’ *** they hate me so much that I know they love me
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon, red Bentley, Rolls Royce
I pulled up inside a Urus then the car
Big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I’m a thug, shawty told me I’ma star
Big, build mansions everywhere, *** I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep security in the yard
*** tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon’ *** him for it
I’m making sure my convoy don’t avoid (Nah, never)