Pants Down Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Henry, you ate this one)
(My *** Brando the sickest)
(Say, Brando, what it’s hittin’ for?)
I’m in this *** on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin’ on that *** that make him flash out
And I’m the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked your mans down
Huh? Top, baby, uh, look
Know I’m ‘posed to have this blick, I’m in this ***, just me and Khris (In this ***)
She in this ***, ’round nothin’ but gangsters, she just wanna eat the *** (Eat the ***)
I come up from that gutter *** (Gutter)
This Lambo’ cost one million (Yeah), hit this *** and watch my muffler spit (Vroom, vroom)
Them gunners tryna get me
I’m gon’ flush a ***, you better not try that *** with me
I’m up in this ***, you know I got that *** in me
All these diamonds glist, check out how they hit on me (Bah, bah)
You better watch what the *** you sayin’, these 5s gon’ whack your ass for free (Blatt)
I’m finna pass out
I’m in this *** on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin’ on that *** that make him flash out
I’m the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked the mans down (Rrr)
I’ma get him ran down
I just wanna cut up in this ***, I got my pants down
Push up with that stick about that *** that you was sayin’ ’bout
Henry make ’em jig, in here with 10, he got them bands out
Bad ***, cuttin’ up, ass up, face down (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I’m the one who buy two, when I pop two, I’m turned up with my dudes
Jaws locked up, I can’t move
Whole club get shot up, *** *** say he gon’ try who? (Who?)
I’m too smooth, the whole section gon’ get thugged if I lose my groove, ***
Don’t make me flash out, I’ma click out, once it’s up, you gon’ get touched
You got me *** up if you think you just gon’ mug
You ain’t no fool, bro got his tool inside this club just for to slam one of you dudes
*** all the rules, ***, tote this hammer just to bam you and who through
She throwin’ that ass ’round, huh, what is that ’bout? Huh (Hey)
I’m finna pass out (Wow), she gon’ make a *** show her with that bad mouth (Hey)
I ain’t givin’ not one *** ’bout what you read ’bout (Nah)
Tryna keep my head in, she tryna get her head out, my pants down
Know I’m ‘posed to have this blick, I’m in this ***, just me and Khris (I’m in this ***)
She in this ***, ’round nothin’ but gangsters, she just wanna eat the *** (Wanna eat the ***)
I come up from that gutter *** (Gutter)
This Lambo’ cost one million, hit this *** and watch my muffler spit
Them gunners tryna get me (Yeah)
I’m gon’ flush a ***, you better not try that *** with me (Yeah)
I’m up in this ***, you know I got that *** in me
All these diamonds glist, check out how they hit on me
You better watch what the *** you sayin’, these 5s gon’ whack your ass for free (Bit, bit, bit)
I’m in this *** on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin’ on that *** that make him flash out
And I’m the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked your mans down
Huh? Top, baby
Huh, I’m finna pass out
I’m in this *** on top the couch with my pants down
I got him smokin’ on that *** that make him flash out
I’m the one made youngin swing that stick that knocked your mans down
I’ma get him ran down