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smoke zone - rich the kid & youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
murda on the beat so it’s not nice

[pre*chorus: rich the kid]
woke up on a patek, i’m an ice fanatic
we ain’t goin’ broke, b*tch, we got hundreds in the attic (woo)
when i sign the deal, i copped the maybach then i made it (i did)
f*ck them n*ggas, we gon’ catch ’em out in traffic (f*ck ’em)

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
i’m in the smoke zone
f*ck with me, that’s how you die wrong (let’s go)
them checks gon’ come long, call in straight from the dial tone (brrr)
the money done ran up, all the real n*ggas gon’ stand up (rich)
i run the racks up, check how a n*gga done come up

[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
i bet a hundred, he couldn’t put a fifty
i’m drivin’ real fast with a pen on the seat
i sent them youngings to tell the city
’cause n*ggas was wanted with me
i put a bundle, a hundred on top of his head
they ain’t want to take it from me
if i point it, they dumpin’, they sprayin’ for me
when it’s war and they runnin’, we lay in the street
but f*ck it, let’s talk how a n*gga be stuntin’
these n*ggas keep tryin’ finna do it like me
they’ll go on the net and they be talkin’ wreckless
but these n*ggas be scared of me (whoa)
f*ck all that talkin’, your head for keeps
how these diamonds be shinin’, you ain’t gotta see
when you see me, i’m thuggin’, it’s bl**dy with me
blow that strap back to back, i’ma tap the street
[pre*chorus: rich the kid]
woke up on a patek, i’m an ice fanatic
we ain’t goin’ broke, b*tch, we got hundreds in the attic (woo)
when i sign the deal, i copped the maybach then i made it (i did)
f*ck them n*ggas, we gon’ catch ’em out in traffic (f*ck ’em)

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
i’m in the smoke zone
f*ck with me, that’s how you die wrong (that’s how you die wrong)
them checks gon’ come long, call in straight from the dial tone (checks)
the money done ran up, all the real n*ggas gon’ stand up (up, up)
i run the racks up, check how a n*gga done come up (rich)

[verse 2: rich the kid]
i bought a patty cake
on my left wrist, you could f*ckin’ skate
pop a perky then i elevate
[?], i might crash the wraith
run to the money, i’m racin’ (i’m racin’)
while bein’ in the cut like jason
burn a n*gga like bacon
them n*ggas ain’t slime, they fakin’
it’s an opp, we gon’ shoot at the spot
rich forever, i’m a boy with a knot
you a [?], you gon’ suck it or not?
want the money ’cause i love it a lot
new foreign, b*tch, it’s straight out the lot
old hundreds tryna get in the ride
that’s your b*tch, she can come to the spot
when i get the money, it comes straight to the top
[pre*chorus: rich the kid]
woke up on a patek, i’m an ice fanatic
we ain’t goin’ broke, b*tch, we got hundreds in the attic (woo)
when i sign the deal, i copped the maybach then i made it (i did)
f*ck them n*ggas, we gon’ catch ’em out in traffic (f*ck ’em)

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
i’m in the smoke zone
f*ck with me, that’s how you die wrong (that’s how you die wrong)
them checks gon’ come long
call in straight from the dial tone (checks)
the money done ran up, all the real n*ggas gon’ stand up (up, up)
i run the racks up, check how a n*gga done come up (rich)

- rich the kid youngboy never broke again lyrics

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