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out my mind (searching for my opps) - youngboy never broke again lyrics

hmm, hold on, hmm…
free lil meechy baby (hmm….)
look, lil top n*gga
ridin’ ‘round in a drop top with a stolen glock
searchin’ for my opps
hold on, hold on

[reprise]
i got my green mask on, time to get active, what’s happenin’?
i’m standing down, b*tch i get down, i got that sh*t from my mammy
i keep that pistol on me, b*tch you run up on me, i’ll stamp ‘ya
promise for to dome the p*ssy b*tch for all them stupid ‘lil antics
jason man, i’m f*cked up, i’m out my mind
i got my wife inside this b*tch, deja in this b*tch, she got that aim
i’m feelin’ lesser than a man call jason, come, can’t get no time
i heard these n*ggas want my fame and name, i put the b*tch in line

[verse 1]
so many kids and how you think that i feel?
i’m ‘tryna tell you, it’s real
i ain’t got no money to give, b*tch i’m hustlin’ for real
hold on, n*gga, i told you that you better slow down ‘fore i send my cousin skully for to bust ‘yo f*ckin’ door down
all night, i’m hustlin’
i done came from nothing
oh yeah, all them b*tches stuntin’
i put diamonds from their heads to legs
million dollars inside my closet, b*tch .45 come play with that
come inside her, i’m out the window and she pop out, (?)
[reprise]
i got my green mask on, time to get active what’s happenin’?
i’m standin’ down, b*tch i get down, i got that sh*t from my mammy
i keep that pistol on me, b*tch you run up on me, i’ll stamp ‘ya
promise for to dome the p*ssy b*tch for all them stupid ‘lil antics

[verse 2]
everytime i move around the dog, you don’t wanna play with me
we leave you dead in front your house, this sh*t ain’t safe for me
mama, i know that my soul gone
oh…
i’m ‘tryna smoke the b*tch you smoke on me (oh yeah)
i’m ’tryna live, (yeah), hold on, i’m tryna talk
(i’m ‘tryna smoke the b*tch you smoke on me)(oh yeah)
it’s lil top n*gga, ay what you on 5ive, how you livin? i hope you getting it
f*ck these n*ggas, f*ck these b*tches
they know i’ll murder ‘em and i’ll make the day, i don’t give a f*ck about what ‘nun of these n*ggas say

[reprise]
i got my green mask on, time to get active what’s happenin’?
i’m standin’ down, b*tch i get down, i got that sh*t from my mammy
i keep that pistol on me, b*tch you run up on me, i’ll stamp ‘ya
promise for to dome the p*ssy b*tch for all them stupid ‘lil antics
jason man, i’m f*cked up, i’m out my mind
i got my wife inside this b*tch, deja in this b*tch, she got that aim
i’m feelin’ lesser than a man call jason, come, can’t get no time
i heard these n*ggas want my fame and name, i put the b*tch in line
(it’s slimeto n*gga, it’s top (?), ay, call me whatever you want, just don’t call me a hoe, don’t call me a broke n*gga, you know how i be)

- youngboy never broke again lyrics

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