My Address Public Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Come on, hmm
Come on, hmm
Come on, mmm
Come on, come on
Lil Top, *** (D-Roc)
Woke up in the mornin’, smoke my Newport like a camel, I need answers
I’m *** up and I been contemplatin’ ’bout blammin’ ’em and slammin’ ’em
Tryna stick you out your cannon, ***, then lay you on a canvas
All this money layin’ ’round this ***, I’m long ways from sadly
I’m a savage like my daddy, I get active, yeah, you heard me
Tote .223s in my 23s, *** make me pop out that ‘Burban
*** niggas wan’ swerve me, she heard about it, she worried
Pull on side me, open fire, I’m tryna do a *** dirty
Ooh, ballin’
Put her in that Cullinan, tell ’em that I’m slime
Say ooh, I’m thuggin’
Tell him that I’m on ’em, my address public
‘Cause I got a chopper ’round this ***
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my *** and you know I *** her
Over a million dollars layin’ on the table
I got my cutter, ***
Yeah, ***, come and *** with me
Two-four-seven gettin’ it, I been tryna make a way
I, I been grindin’, tryna make a livin’
Baby girl, you the sickest, why you hidin’?
I fly you private, come *** with me, yeah
Yeah, fly you to my city, yeah
So late in my business, ***
Pressed while you up in it, yeah
I’m Kentrell, yeah, you see me winnin’
I’m the one who split him when I got fresh out of prison
Pour up on that keke, I’m YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I’m strapped, I’m movin’ slowly
I’m so ***’ lonely, I been needin’ her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from ’round me
I’m a ***’ gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin’ through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I’m happy who ain’t *** with me
And ***, you better not *** with me, you know I got this *** on me, hmm
Ballin’
Put her in that Cullinan, tell ’em that I’m slime
Say ooh, I’m thuggin’
Tell him that I’m on ’em, my address public
‘Cause I got a chopper ’round this ***
I got my Glock out, tryna blow at something
She was on my *** and you know I *** her
Over a million dollars layin’ on the table
I got my cutter, ***
Pour up on that keke, I’m YB, you know me
Poured up off that codeine, I’m strapped, I’m movin’ slowly
I’m so ***’ lonely, I been needin’ her for to hold me
But once I put it on her, she want money, get from ’round me
I’m a ***’ gunner, still that same way that they found me
At the celebrity ball game, diamonds runnin’ through my teeth
Friends posted some years later, I’m happy who ain’t *** with me
And ***, you better not *** with me, you know I got this *** on me
