*** Yeah Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?
What’s crackin’? What? (What?)
Or whatever I’m brackin’ on, ***
Yeah, that my blood, I got all Fives ’round this ***
These hoes wan’ ***, these niggas can’t *** with none of us in this ***
I’m, a hit at your clique with the stick (Baow)
Make me turn you lil’ boys to a lick (A lick)
I got *** big booty *** blowin’ up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist cop more clothes inside of my home
Put yo’ *** in VLone
***, play what you please along as you don’t QC on
***, I make you bleed, ho
***, I know I bleed, ho
Band red 5, big B, ho (Hell, yeah)
***, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Come and suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’m rich, I’m rich, I’m rich, ***, I’m rich as ***
Come get it, got to whip it
Know I got to whip it, ***, come and get your ***
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a 30, whip out his body
I don’t play that ***, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that ***, it’s [?]
‘Fore get to my ***, you know I’ma pop it
***, give me yo’ soul, give me yo’ body
Swag out the ***, pop out for mama
I get *** in this *** (I’m gone)
I get so *** in this *** (I’m gone)
I might make her [?] a ***
***, come touch your toes
Finna make a R&B *** come here off her phone (Yeah)
If we *** ’bout how good she can sing, ***, get that phone (Yeah)
***, get that phone (Oh)
***, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)
***, get that phone, ho
***, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)
My brothers are kickin’ a door (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like that ***, a ho (Yeah, yeah)
I don’t like that lil’ boy’s ***
I do not like for my ho to hear none these songs
Like when I break her back to my songs
Lookin’ at these *** make racks at home
Tell me what type if time you on
Buy me clothes, they fit me right
I don’t know who ***’ side you on
I know that this wrong and they real right
[?]
I ain’t put money on yo’ head, that’s right
Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five
[?] slime get this party hyped
She rock soon as I get outside
Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes
[?] which one gon’ eat me right?
Geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m higher than *** (Uh-huh)
Geekin’, I’m geekin’, I’m higher than *** (***)
I get higher with her when I’m shoppin’ online (***, yeah)
I can get all my words to this, everytime (***, yeah)
And this *** [?] without you on my side (***, yeah)
You on my side, ***, don’t play with my money you know you my guy (***, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (***, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (***, yeah)
I got more money than you lil’ boys, y’all some *** (***, yeah)
I can’t even drive and got more cars, your *** is leased or rented (***, yeah)
Know we make *** hype about [?] on back got switches (***, yeah)
I don’t give no *** ’bout who rockstar, I don’t want you *** (***, yeah)