Letra de Bop - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Just run that beat from lil' Ken)

Look, look

My brother Big E

He keep that chopper on his shoulder (He keep that chop)

Oh, he a soldier (Oh, he'll pop you, nigga)

My brother 3Three (Baow)

He get the drop so I can fold ya (Oh, that beat bangin', nigga)

I thought I told ya

Hold on, my wife not mine

Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya

Pussy nigga, I been grindin', I been shinin'

I done fucked my bag up (Huh), and I ain't scared to tell nobody

I'm gon' have another sixty M's in my pocket 'fore next year end

Play with Top, way quick, they pop your top, know they get killed, man

Got her out her top, your bitch a bop, gone off that santan

Got no time for these hoes pussy poppin', where my money, man?

Know the FBI been tryna stop me, I need VPN

Bitch better quit that poppin' 'fore you fuck around, get your mans spinned

Know my youngin pop him, bitch, I cut up like a madman

Outside, bitch, we poppin', bitch, we poppin', spin that Yeat again

Hit your block with switches, then we repeat like a ceiling fan

Refill up at Conoco, walk 'round with that Calico, we got all type of poles

'Fore I blast you, strike a pose, bitch, watch your soul go

Strike him with this bitch, that cutter flashin' like T Romo

Cut up like my daddy, bitch, Montana kill you, you want smoke

Bitch, float your boat, you better not choke, boy, you a ho

Bitch, we gon' beat the last side, we're still together, that's how that go

R.I.P. Dump, now I done seen this once before

Yeah, ain't no problem, I say

My brother Big E

He keep that chopper on his shoulder

Oh, he a soldier

My brother 3Three

He get the drop so I can fold ya

I thought I told ya

Y'all boys want beef

We catch you slippin' and we dome ya

We walk down on ya, look

Hit the bitch in his face like back to back

They won't realize him and that's facts

We turn your son into a pack, we blew his noggin

Bitch, this gravedigger mountain, I can't wait for Stunna Island

I'm recordin' right now, do a song, and, bitch, it's perfect stimulizin'

They won't put that pistol on me, they use papers to decline me

Bitch, I'm thuggin', I'll send them slimes to fuck up your whole climate

She was fucked up, buy her a sugar bag and I won't tell nobody

He was fucked up 'bout that sugar bag, couldn't pay his hit deposit

Play with me, but Meechy got me bad, so I gotta call up Brasi

He still fucked up, he wan' talk 'bout Asia and how he beat her pockets

After all I see, I got this, my watch glisten, they gon' watch this

I been diggin', I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids

Earlobes got shovels, and my G-Wag' got that B in it

Step inside my lane, best come with pain, bitch, you get beat in

Weekends, I need my paper strong, wife need to hit Spain for a weekend

Bitch, find a plug around, don't come back home until we deep in

I ain't nowhere good, you're gone

I need you back, don't do no creepin'

These niggas holdin' me down, I need to find me another rich friend

Shit, I need to sell some hitmans

Get contracts changed to contrast

No, you couldn't stand up to that four-five, you died, you stupid dumbass

On my side, you get no pass

Tote big fires with green flags

We hop out, better run fast

Nigga, yeah

My brother Big E

He keep that chopper on his shoulder

Oh, he a soldier

My brother 3Three

He get the drop so I can fold ya

I thought I told ya, yeah

Huh, ooh

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Oh yeah

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

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