Letra de Cold Killers - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Uh, mm, look

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas (Aye Peewee killed the keys, huh?)

Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)

I ain't alright, lil daddy

They tried to play me, tried to snake me and diss my life, lil daddy

And how I feel, you tried to take it

This a whole thirty clip, bitch, you gon' take it

I don't understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin'

Talk to my mama on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down

I'm in a stolen whip while ridin' 'round

Me and Ten with a hundred rounds

Head bust, how that boy was found

Spray that strap, now turn in there

Tell 'em, "Get the fuck up out my way 'cause it's my turn now"

Baby girl said I'm her favorite now, okay, I'm with that

I'm with DJ while he drunk and I'm still young, I still drink that

I'ma turn up when I come and when I leave up in a Maybach

Money comin' up in bundles, bitch, don't try me, I be on that

I'll dump that

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas

Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings

I got the money counter, lil' baby up in Saint Laurent

We be wreckin' shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb

Shoot the huh, fill it with the whole drum

Keep both of my pockets filled with money, they can't hold nothin'

Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin', yeah

I ain't sparin' shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead

Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket and I got on sweats

And you still can't fuckin' tell if I was walkin' with that TEC

But you know I'm totin' fire

Tote dirty sticks and dirty nines

Hit 'em with that face shot, boaw, that's a cold smile

Caught that boy tryna leave his show, E-way, that's me slingin' iron

Wanna kill me, but they takin' time

Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind

Doofus

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas

Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings

Youngin' turnt up on them jiggaboos, you know that he'll shoot at you

Ridin' in a coupe with my dude, that's North sider proof

We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he'll step on you

They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot

Look, take his legs off, take his hands off, baow, baow

Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down

Rap-ass nigga gunned down, bitch, bang

Still got the top off when the sun down, bitch, we ain't the same

I'm the one who did it with my clique and I ain't fuck with niggas

I'm that nigga straight up out that North and run with cold killers

I'm that boy that made 'em go whack four, I don't like those niggas

Got these hoes on my trail and you know I don't show no feelings

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