4kt Freestyle - Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics

4KT Freestyle Lyrics[Intro]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
(I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw) Yeah
Oh (Hey Lilkdubb), oh-no
Uh-uh-uh, oh, slime
Tell me what you feelin', I'm gon' try to make a way
Stuck up in this system, feeling like I'm already in the grave, yeah

[Verse]
Oh, grandma, I need yo' lovin' and I need yo' huggin'
Sundown to sun up, I'm stuck up in it, I be steady thuggin'
Just a lonely child, it hurt my heart
My mama feel like fuck me
These niggas 'round ain't right, they want my life, they probably wanna bust me
Buff got that F&N, try me, everybody seein'
I'm in this life of sin, heaven gates just let me in
Yeah, I stretched that boy up in his yard, it only cost me ten
I'm livin' hard, just 'causе probation, I can't be round ten
Ridin' with my top down, and bitch, I'm hot now
Run up with them Glocks down, you gon' gеt shot down
Thuggin' in them trenches, it's the way we be livin'
Yeah, you gon' fold and count on my pain, you see how I'm feelin'
Tell yo' mama, "Good riddance," you play, it's on now
I took five Xans back to back, I'm in my zone now
These hoes ain't loyal, I'm done, they can't call my phone now
Told you once before, I'm feelin' like that I'm not wrong now
I got the heart of a slime
I would've been and bust his dome, them niggas hidin'
I asked my dawg, "Why they ain't dead?" He said, "I'm slidin'"
Them niggas stuck up in the house, we'll go inside (Yeah)
I can't seem to shake these drugs, I been on it
Tell me how you want it, yeah
Kill 'em proper, creep up on him
Ridin' through them slums by my lonely, pistol right up on me
Since my second body, I been hungry
I say, I want blood, fuck BRPD, I be running
They know we whackin' 'em back to back, nigga, so they been on me
They reppin' off one body, we stepped on three of they homies
All in jail, I get them bitches touched
Confinement, I been wanted
Oh, she want my heart?
I make that bitch give me her soul
Tat' my name across yo' face so yo' next nigga gon' know
Shit, you a ho
I put yo' mama right on that front row
Had yo' whole family screamin', they can't wait until I go
I'm so slimy, connivin', I'm grimy, oh, yeah
You bet' not shoot him from a distance, bitch, run down and bust his head
Bitch, ask my mama, she told me, "Zip a nigga," and I did
Oh, you don't like me for that nigga? Fuck you too, this what it is
Murder man dance, YoungBoy whoppin' with that choppa
Bring 'em to a stand, we go to shooting, it ain't no stoppin'
Them niggas tried to kill me once, but hit the bitch, that's on side me
One week later, caught him slippin', we dump fifty and popped 'em (Fuck him)
We go blood for blood, body after body, huh
The city sick of all of us and they can't stop it, uh
At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppas out
I want a Lambo' for my casket, nigga, check me out
[Outro]
Yeah, I got three Ms right now
When I hit ten, I'll be as deadly as I'm is now
The fuck you on, nigga? You know what I'm on
Whatever you on
I'm slime wit' it, I'm dyin' wit' it, nigga
What up, now?
We go blood for blood, body after body, huh
The city sick of all of us and they can't stop it, uh
At my funeral, my niggas bring them choppas out
I want a Lambo' for my casket, nigga, check me outYou might also like1