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Forgiato

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Kentrell DeSean Gaulden, known professionally as YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is an American rapper, singer, and songwriter. Between 2015 and 2017, Gaulden would release eight independent mixtapes locally and online, and steadily garner a cult following through his work. more »


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(I need to speak to Mike Laury)
What you on, foe? (yeah, you got Mike Laury)
(Dubba-AA flex)
You already know nigga, we tote big Glocks, beat like Yamaha
Four-five, shit, nigga, yeah, yeah
(Winning lottery numbers coming up)
Big slime

Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil' Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did (baow, baow, baow)
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans

This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin' bad, thinkin' 'bout Ten, no date on comin' home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute
Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business
Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas, hangin' out that Escalade with that Ruger
Talkin' to my mama 'bout what they claimin' 
While she sayin', "Fuck 'em, tell a bitch prove it"
Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (they don't wanna do it, baow)
Hangin' out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (baow, baow, baow)
Like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?

Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans

Marble floors, in and out, got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes

Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels
They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills
Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end
Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'
That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man
Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans

Since a kid, in and out the chains, swear they don't know my pain
I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night, I ain't sleep with my shank
I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin', bitch, I run that game 
Step with niggas in the Dawn from Gardere Lane gettin' full of pure cocaine
He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins
Doped up 'fore he swing that thing
Evacuate whole set they claim (hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on) 
Bitch, I'm a lil' bitty and that shotty got some kick and I think that's too strong
Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick, can't hide it, that bitch too long

Marble floors, in and out, got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul
Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once a nigga add three, then I'm gon' start countin' on my toes

Always on slime business (slime business)
Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (slime hoes)
Come on, ayy, come on
I run with gravediggers, pallbearers 
Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral
My ape did it, but I understand 'em
In the streets 
You got beef
You been stalkin' for the bust his dome (make Winnfield his home)
And then it's on, catch you, then you gone, in the ground
That same nigga your casket gon' be layin' around

Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Aaron Lockhart, Michael Laury, William Golden Mosley Jr.

Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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