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outta here safe - youngboy never broke again lyrics

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[intro]
beat execs
marcuss, you k!lling the beat

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
if me and my n-ggas come to your party, we bangin’ or murkin’ somebody
i’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a b-tch, everyone of ’em ’bout it
i’m with them hitters who packin’ them pistols, i swear every one of ’em got it
numerous b-tches who wanna get laid, swear every one of ’em exotic
and you don’t wan’ do it that way
you won’t make it out of here safe
i see you n-ggas muggin’ but that sh-t ain’t nothin’
bet a n-gga gon’ die with that face
got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
new lambo, we gon’ ride the wave
young n-gga came outside today
up, i ain’t got no real estate, yeah

[verse 1: youngboy never broke again]
and you knowin’ how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches
man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my n-gga, we all been caught as victims
since a youngin, you been grippin’, i got money and flip ’em whenever i hold position
when my n-gga fell, lift him, kept it real ’cause i’m gifted
we makin’ our own decisions
we really don’t need no warpaint
shawty so bad, she gon’ cause pain
new rolls royce or a big big truck, they all drive the same
hate snakes in the yard so the gr-ss stay cleared
to these n-ggas, i’m out of range
we boarding on private planes
bring a stick if anything

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
if me and my n-ggas come to your party, we bangin’ or murkin’ somebody
i’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a b-tch, everyone of ’em ’bout it
i’m with them hitters who packin’ them pistols, i swear every one of ’em got it
numerous b-tches who wanna get laid, swear every one of ’em exotic
and you don’t wan’ do it that way
you won’t make it out of here safe
i see you n-ggas muggin’ but that sh-t ain’t nothin’
bet a n-gga gon’ die with that face
got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
new lambo, we gon’ ride the wave
young n-gga came outside today
up, i ain’t got no real estate, yeah

[verse 2: nocap]
like the opps, girl, if it’s smoke, we gotta get it straight
since a young boy, i been walkin’ ’round with a .38
ayy, disaster on my wrist, that sh-t flooded
you see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
feelin’ like drake, i’m straight out the 6
not talkin’ a back, boy, i come out the bricks
if i tell you it’s up, n-gga, that’s what it is
not sprayin’ your mama, not sprayin’ your kids
codeine got my vision blurry, but i’m rockin’ moncler
free m-ssages from these hollow tips, it’s free to see how guns feel

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
if me and my n-ggas come to your party, we bangin’ or murkin’ somebody
i’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a b-tch, everyone of ’em ’bout it
i’m with them hitters who packin’ them pistols, i swear every one of ’em got it
numerous b-tches who wanna get laid, swear every one of ’em exotic
and you don’t wan’ do it that way
you won’t make it out of here safe
i see you n-ggas muggin’ but that sh-t ain’t nothin’
bet a n-gga gon’ die with that face
got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
new lambo, we gon’ ride the wave
young n-gga came outside today
up, i ain’t got no real estate, yeah

[verse 3: quando rondo]
and you knowin’ that i’m with it, pistol grippin’
spinner tempt me, tryna k!ll an opp
leaky callin’ from a prison like he miss me
forever my dawg that made it far
i want all my children crippin’, f-ck the politician
trench living, we gon’ break the law
b-tch, i stand on nation business, go against us, it’s up
these n-ggas know we don’t play at all
ain’t n0body really safe at all
off-white drip, they gon’ try to drain
i need a b-tch from the trenches in heels
let’s see if they f-ck the same, hey
i like her better in christan loub’ heels
i know they won’t love the same
tryna k!ll a victim, n-ggas slide with aim
two different opps, they gon’ die the same
i need a b-tch wanna get matching glizzies
who gon’ hide all the percs and the weed in her t-tties
take a pic with the fans, i’ma throw up the city
make her count up the bands while i ride ’round the city
my lil’ shooter gon’ up when i say, he the sickest
i don’t f-ck with no —-, them n-ggas be b-tches
if me and my n-ggas come to your party
you might get hit with a hundred and fifty

[chorus: youngboy never broke again]
me and my n-ggas come to your party, we bangin’ or murkin’ somebody
i’m with some hoes who don’t mind beating a b-tch, everyone of ’em ’bout it
i’m with them hitters who packin’ them pistols, i swear every one of ’em got it
numerous b-tches who wanna get laid, swear every one of ’em exotic
and you don’t wan’ do it that way
you won’t make it out of here safe
i see you n-ggas muggin’ but that sh-t ain’t nothin’
bet a n-gga gon’ die with that face
got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
new lambo, we gon’ ride the wave
young n-gga came outside today
up, i ain’t got no real estate, yeah

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