The Last Backyard...
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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(Who made this shit?) (TayTayMadeTheBeat) XO, yeah Ayy, tell me when you ready I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna Kill 'em, they try to play me Hustlin', got plenty paper Try to take it, I'm gonna knock somethin' off Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder F*ck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person That's when it goes down Ain't no pick and choose (nah), we don't ever lose We known to break the rules (ah) Put that stick on dude Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom Life designed, we don't leave no clues You want my name, I want your head So what the f*ck you wanna do? Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like, ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem Got the drop and then we popped him Should be glad that you're not him In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint Got them sticks on us like tree limbs Big Glocks, big knots, they know him We be ridin' around on big rims We be schemin' tryna zip him and all the rest Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest Them hoes gon' follow checks I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again Backyardigans Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news Them choppers screamin' like, ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (look) Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga F*ck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga When I up, release the whole mag', nigga (I mean that) Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won't stop They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (and I'm hot) Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the f*ck? Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up (yeah, yeah) Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a f*ck It go down, shoot it up We bust and leave a niggas stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?) Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news (TayTayMadeTheBeat) Them choppers screamin' like, ooh I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah Ooh (Backyardigans) I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans) Ooh (Backyardigans) Ooh (Backyardigans) Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (TayTayMadeTheBeat) He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem Got the drop and then we popped him Should be glad that you're not him In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint Got them sticks on us like tree limbs Big Glocks, big knots, they know him We be ridin' around on big rims
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Written by: Kentrell Gaulden
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