Letra de Channel 9 - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on

Chasin' money, oh, yeah, tryna get my bread long

Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9

I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time

They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me

All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me

Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee

I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em

All these hoes they done had they chance

And them boys wasn't quick on feet

Bust and they missed it

Peep out one funny thing, then I up and I hit it

Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin'

Murder man, but won't never admit it

Murder gang, stay on top of my business

I ain't pulling out that Bentley for bitches

In a Civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy

Clean, like that dirty shit that I'm sippin'

Don Juan, granted gold my pendant

I got too many bitches, up in war, I got too many blickys

Murder time through that North, I be ridin' with them hitters

I probably be strapped with a Semi

Nigga know with that bottle, I be blockin' all-day

And I'm plannin' on murderin' the victim

Shorty inside of the dirty, be slangin' that yeah

And they know they can't play with a nigga

Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on

Chasin' money, oh, yeah, tryna get my bread long

Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9

I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time

They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me

All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me

Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee

I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em

All these hoes they done had they chance

And them boys wasn't quick on feet

Look, tell 'em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist

I got two clips together on the Drac', with a illegal handle on the .223

I don't even know why I can't even have grip on the front of that fire

I'm a convicted felon, I can't win for losin' while standin' in trial

I don't even trust her, I know I can't trust her, but she want a child

She know I'm a thug her, she know I can't love her

It ain't worth the while, not wasting my time

I stay with that iron, I be moving around, I be kickin' the shit, I'm big slime

In my own dimension, prices be tempting, them gunners not turnin' it down

Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on

Chasin' money, oh, yeah, tryna get my bread long

Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9

I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time

They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me

All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me

Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee

I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em

All these hoes they done had they chance

And them boys wasn't quick on feet

(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)

(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

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