drum dummie
cashmoneyap
dj swift on the track
i’ma leave here with what i came here for nowwhatyou sayin’
you don’twan’ take it there don’t gothere with us nah
walked in with a styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
and we ain’t come here for to lose we want it all
smokin’ dro ’cause i need it
so i could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
you niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
kick down your door post up on your front porch and we ain’t leavin’
when my grandma died i had to beat the odds and it wasn’t easy
when boozilla died i almost lost my mind broke me to pieces
we was slangin’ iron for dump and all the rest it ain’t no secret
8 across my neck we be them boys you don’t want beef with
smokin’ dro smell it when i hit the door ’cause i need it
i ain’t the one these pussy niggas know i be fiendin’
hop out the car with diamonds ’round my throat bitch i’m beamin’
i don’t think no nigga can’t see me i be paranoid while i’m leanin’
smokin’ dro ’cause i need it
so i could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
you niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
kick down your door post up on your front porch and we ain’t leavin’
i’ma leave here with what i came here for now what you sayin’
you don’t wan’ take it there don’t go there with us nah
walked in with a styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
and we ain’t come here for to lose we want it all
whole lot of racks on these vv’s
i’m so slime on this glock got a green beam
got a whole lot of people that need me
bust your head all over the right thing
i ain’t got nothin’ but a dub and a black card up inside my ami’ jeans
i just want head can’t fuck in a bed it’s just some things don’t excite me
testin’ your gun inside of the backyard let it hit get your aim up
my youngin official he wait in your backyard and i call him the bang thug
wake up in the morning get fresh as a bitch i’ma walk in dior and some margielas
and the way we gon’ dump at the boy with the stick i’ma finish him off with a four nickel
i be thinkin’ ’bout dump all over the time this shit just don’t feel right
i don’t go to no club i be takin’ these drugs ridin’ and keepin’ that steel tight
every night ‘fore i sleep i think ’bout the north side where i grew up no ho type
play i put you to sleep before you could see bitch
pull up where you be and it’s on sight
i’ma leave here with what i came here for now what you sayin’
you don’t wan’ take it there don’t go there with us nah
walked in with a styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
and we ain’t come here for to lose we want it all
smokin’ dro ’cause i need it
so i could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
you niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
kick down your door post up on your front porch and we ain’t leavin’
Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again
Year: 2019
Decade: 10s
Language: en
Word Count: 284