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drop'em - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
ayy, turn me up nin’ (uh, uh, uh)
ayy, lil top (uh, buh, buh, buh)
ayy, we really in the streets with this sh*t boy (buh, buh)
i can’t trust n0body
b*tch, i’ma shoot vp if anythin’ go wrong (how you bummin’?)

[chorus]
shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (yeah)
catch the other n*gga, we gon’ drop (we gon’ drop, yeah)
p*ssy who gon’ do it with don dotta, yeah (they won’t do it)
catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, yeah
roll that dope up
that n*gga a b*tch, i split his mans, yeah
check the scoreboard
that’s why he mad, them n*ggas lame, yeah
posted up, grave diggin’ where that gang at?
lil top, let’s go
b*tch, how you be talkin’ when your brains blow?
b*tch, blow your pole

[verse]
scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls
could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows
yeah, i spent three*fifty and more just for my f*ckin’ rolls
f*ck, i give a b*tch two*fifty or more, i bet i bust his dome
this that flexin’ talk
i just pulled this b*tch from out the bank, now watch that, make that, woah
leave these b*tches blind, i’m so shine the way this patek spark
rest out in the north, get my day one, i flip that cutter off
pressure been applied, why i’m so up, it ain’t my f*ckin’ fault
ah, yeah, i say bump it down
best not keep that talkin’ out your head
i took fifty pounds, flew that sh*t from cali to that bay
b*tch, don’t turn around, i say just go down, gimme head
police crackin’ down, f*ckin’ beat the case, we bust his head
so f*ckin’ slimy, n*gga, check your climate with your red
they say, “a*i ballin’,” they say, “a*i bust a n*gga head”
get the drop up on ’em
i got ten just for where he stand
do a pop up on ’em
they gon’ leave ’em stretched before i pay

[chorus]
shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (yeah)
catch the other n*gga, we gon’ drop (we gon’ drop, yeah)
p*ssy who gon’ do it with don dotta, yeah (they won’t do it)
catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, yeah
roll that dope up
that n*gga a b*tch, i split his mans, yeah
check the scoreboard
that’s why he mad, them n*ggas lame, yeah
posted up, grave diggin’ where that gang at?
dig up your bro
b*tch, how you be talkin’ when your brains blow?
b*tch, blow your pole

[outro]
gave the drop and we popped and we popped ’em n*gga
they done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped ’em
p*ssy don’t wanna do it with don dotta, with don dotta
catch me prolly tourin’ with them shottas, with them shottas
n*gga still*, f*ck
ayy, i’m still flexin’, still steppin
i don’t give a f*ck (ayy, yeah, ayy yb, whatcha on n*gga?)
don’t know why a n*gga be doin’ all that ho ass sh*t (turn me up four)
but you a gangsta (yeah)
i bet those n*ggas around you be lookin’ at you
n*gga, you a priv’ b*tch, yeah
i’m with the sh*t, you could suck my d*ck, n*gga
gang sh*t, no lame sh*t
you know what it is, play game, get your brain split (yeah, n*gga)
free ddawg

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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