Rich *** Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Ayo, he go crazy)
Oh
I’m aimin’ at yo’ head, when I dump it
We come through on that dumb ***
He gon’ cross that line? Them bullets flying
He won’t get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don’t mean we done, we bring it however you want it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Them youngins’)
Everybody with me aimin’ at them *** niggas
What you on, ***?
Run down, bust yo’ dome, ***
*** on her ’till the mornin’
Plenty money, get you gone, ***
Talkin’ like he want it, and wasn’t on it, it ain’t my fault
He should of had his .30 in his hand soon as they popped out
Soon as he lift his hand, they zipped his ass, left like a jack off
This for my niggas dyin’ behind my name, ***, take yo’ hat off
This for them *** with me, I say “clear”, they get to poppin’
***, you could feel yourself and get your ass whopped out yo’ body
Been rollin’ by myself since Dump had left
***, who ain’t ’bout it?
Them niggas almost got me, I was slippin’, they ain’t fire it
But I do it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas
Everybody with me aimin’ at them *** niggas
What you on, ***?
Run down, bust yo’ dome, ***
*** on her till the mornin’
Plenty money, get you gone, ***
I’m aimin’ at yo’ head, when I dump it
We come through on that dumb ***
He gon’ cross that line? Them bullets flying
He won’t get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don’t mean we done, we bring it however you want it
Can’t run, bust him
And this cutta come from Russia
You gon’ make me flash, blatt yo’ ass like “Get the *** up”
And that *** could be bad with a big ole ass, still feel like “*** her”
And we thuggin’, built to last
This for that Nawf, ***, I’m gon’ stand up
***, make me put your mans up
***, you bet’ not put yo’ hand on ’em
Lil Ben gon’ knock yo’ face off
Off the flat, but ain’t no playin’ us
Ain’t no woods, you could’ve cain us
For all that, it wouldn’t of been nun
Totin’ on a big sum, they gonna make a *** stamp some
But I do it
For my rich niggas, all them young niggas (Them youngins’)
Everybody with me aimin’ at them *** niggas
What you on, ***?
Run down, bust yo’ dome, ***
*** on her ’till the mornin’
Plenty money, get you gone, ***
I’m aimin’ at yo’ head, when I dump it
We come through on that dumb ***
He gon’ cross that line? Them bullets flying
He won’t get no pass, might not get smashed if they on it
That don’t mean we done, we bring it however you want it
For my rich niggas and my young niggas
Everybody with me aimin’ at them *** niggas
What you on, ***?
Run down, bust yo’ dome, ***
*** on her till the mornin’
Plenty money, get you gone, ***
I’m aimin’ at yo’ head, when I dump it
We come through on that dumb ***
That line, bullets flyin’
Bang, bang, ***