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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 got Hitman on the beat)
(Havokondabeat, bitch)
Big steppin' 
I ain't worried
Yeah, man, they dyin' on the curb
Yeah, they die, but I ain't worried, look

Look, niggas cliquin' up like hoes, huh
Pull up and I'm strapped down with a lot of poles
You better have your flag if that's the gang you chose 
let's go, you better hit the gas and get your name unknown, bitch

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (grrah-rrah)
You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't f*ck with slime
I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online
I said at least they put them bodies straight up in the dirt
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

You scared to take your ass to church
And can't no pastor stop no headshot
Out the window with that red-dot, shooter sped off
Knocked all that bitch head off
I'm a murder man (pew, pew, baow, baow)
No time for playin', this Glock come with a burst
Bitch, try anything
Nigga, this that Squid Game
Bitch, I make 'em cop out
When you catch him, let that six hang
Bet he gon' get knocked off
We gon' bang out, we gon' bang out, ain't no standin' down
We let that stick off from the street while all your family 'round
If you want beef, my brothers creep
Fire from the Glock put you to sleep
I'm in the Bayou, in the sea
Big slimes for T, we wet your feet
We bend your curb, bitch, play with me
Bitch, they gon' bury you in a week
You know where I be, f*ck all them streams
I love to hear the chopper speak

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (grrah-rrah)
You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't f*ck with slime
I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online
I said at least they put them bodies straight up in the dirt
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked

In the hood I grew up, I was talkin' out the blood
Strapped down in the truck, doped up, bitch
Time to shoot up the scene, Glock .17, no lemon squeeze and no switch
I'ma make you scream right off the bat, I up this Gat, so don't flinch
Can't get this monkey off my back, I'm poppin' pills with dopin'
Navigator with a TEC-9, f*ck a hater, bitch, it's my time
Been havin' thoughts on slangin' iron since my big brother Dave died
Certified stepper 'bout mine, come off the top with that iron
Up out my motherfuckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire
I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in grandpa keep tryin'
I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy lines
Control the gas, the one who drivin', bang that red, he a slime
Got low eyes, but still don't try me
I'm strapped and ready right now, nigga, ah

Nigga, this is a TEC-9 (pew, pew, fah, fah)
Pull up at the right time, let the window down (grrah-rrah)
You want bang out, we gon' bang out, you won't f*ck with slime
I leave that pain out, etch your name out, put your name online
I said at least they put them bodies straight up in the dirt
Young nigga live like kamikaze, might die to get you murked
Check out my pants, check out my shirt
What's tucked up in come with a burst
If they up in, we come and search
Next time we spin, you gon' get murked, bitch

(I got Hitman on the beat)
(Havokondabeat, bitch)

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