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i heard - youngboy never broke again lyrics

[intro]
woah (k4producedit)
woah, woah, woah, woah (skeeo, this sh*t crazy, fool)
say, your homeboy, he a joker
ya heard me?
six in the mornin’ (free my brother)
i say, look, ayy, this lil top, n*gga (ya heard me?)
my team in the hood die ’bout me (you already know i get dirty)
look, look

[chorus]
look, i’m up at six in the mornin’
i told my b*tch, “pull up on me”
i heard them hitters, they on me
ma, i’m not sleepin’ for nothin’
creep up and run down on somethin’
i heard they say that they thuggin’
i heard they said i was p*ssy, i say, don’t try me for nothin’ (i heard)
i heard a p*ssy n*gga got hit up with that bl!ck, he couldn’t do sh*t, wasn’t with that sh*t (i heard)
i heard a n*gga got swerved on, he was with his b*tch, that ho got hit
i heard— last breath comin’ from that b*tch (i heard, i heard)

[verse]
i heard you don’t like me, i don’t like you neither, n*gga
how the f*ck you claim you wan’ fight me? b*tch, i’m a k!ller
all white tee, some nike slippers, and a pistol, i’m too realer
most nights five, i don’t even sleep behind my motherf*ckin’ n*gga
they been rappin’, i’ma zip ’em
put that on dave, take off his face
look in his eyes, how i was raised
i’m on frontline inside these days
yeah, b*tch, bang your gang ’cause i know i’m gon’ do the same
come sn*tch my chain, i’ll bust your brain
shoot up your whole funeral in vain, b*tch
mama, i weigh just like a hundred pounds, somehow i still been stayin’ strong
unhealthy in this sh*t, i been gettin’ wealthy in this sh*t
i got a wife, at night, she hold me down, but if my money up, then gone
i’m gon’ be back up in the north, i barely made it out that b*tch
i say, ooh, yeah, put sh*t on the news
drop sh*t with that chopstick, let the b*tch hit, go boom
they ain’t tell you i pop sh*t, tell ’em go watch the news
and i say, ooh, come on, huh, put sh*t on the news
dirty thirty, this my stick, pop sh*t, can’t move
b*tch, i’m pullin’ up with that mop stick, bullets flyin’ out the room
i have ’em swing back, they do sh*t dirty, can’t trust ’em, they keep me worried
cutthroat ’em, they all deserve it, i say, f*ck ’em, i say, f*ck ’em
i see them plottin’, they throw, i curve it
i just sit back, watch, i observe it
i, i see these b*tch n*ggas, they claimin’ that they love me
i held it down from top to bottom
these hoes be laughin’ at my trauma
i say, i got serious problems, i say, i wan’ k!ll somebody, b*tch
snaked by ones i love and it’s f*cked up, but ain’t your problem
look, i barely trust my mama, i say, i ain’t got n0body, b*tch
f*ck you, n*gga, i’ll k!ll you once and wish i could twice
tell ’em close they f*ckin’ mouth, they don’t know sh*t about my life
but a n*gga that i murked or a ho i did wrong or right
n*gga, i’m rich, so suck my d*ck, i don’t give a f*ck about no stripes
[chorus]
look, i’m up at six in the mornin’
i told my b*tch, “pull up on me”
i heard them hitters, they on me
ma, i’m not sleepin’ for nothin’
creep up and run down on somethin’
i heard they say that they thuggin’
i heard they said i was p*ssy, i say, don’t try me for nothin’ (i heard)
i heard a p*ssy n*gga got hit up with that bl!ck, he couldn’t do sh*t, wasn’t with that sh*t (i heard)
i heard a n*gga got swerved on, he was with his b*tch, that ho got hit
i heard— last breath comin’ from that b*tch (i heard, i heard)

[outro]
(k4producedit)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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