Letra de Diesel - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

My timin' was up

I ain't wanna rock the Rolex, it's not shinin' enough

Can't nobody calm us down, we gon' shoot a nigga up

I be rappin' on these beats sayin' anything, I don't give a fuck

Yeah (Wow)

No APs for the bitches, all Pateks bought (Wow)

I ain't trippin' 'bout no second, tell Elite they gettin' chased down

First place, fifty mil' for tourin', bitch, I'm ready now

I be rockin' this shit, no, the stylist can't get me fresher, oh, no, no

Take the bitch down like a wrestler, ain't no SmackDown

I come from the North where pistol sparkin', bring that chalk out

Now I got bad bitches runnin' 'round every house

Too many whips, I control these bitches, AI been a pimp

Kick the bitch out if she trip, I am not a simp

Rrr, Ten let that fan off on all of them

You'll think that money grow on trees, I'm tearin' off of every limb

I been spendin' millions since I got it

Pants are upgraded, ain't no Fendi, hundred-balls in my pocket

Lover boy, bitch, check the swag, I got devil horns

Poke the boy, guarantee he lose once he show his cards

I got a problem with dollars and models

Huh, huh, huh, take 'em out, huh, this that shotta talk (Baow, baow, baow)

Let 'em try to kill me, I ain't trippin', hop out, takin' off (Real shit, woo-woo)

We gon' find out where his house and we gon' take him down (Walk, walk, walk)

I just interfered with interception

Bad bitch with piercings, I give her my perception

Then that shit got serious 'cause the bitch ain't like neglectin'

Unreleased diesel, tell that ho check the segment

What the fuck these niggas waitin' on? I can't wake up

Bitch, pressin' with this paper, tell a nigga get they cake up

I'ma hop up in this smash and hit the gas and lift the Wraith up

Me and B gon' jump the gate, we playin' take 'em, tryna face somethin'

I'ma go my seperate way, ain't nothin' to say soon as the laws come

You could play right in my face, this shit ain't safe, we known to down somethin'

Forty-somethin' pounds on me, protected with four-pound on me

Shawty see me shinin' from a mile, so she walk down on me

Ain't no AP on my bitches, I Patek 'em out

Come on, nigga play 'round with these millions, we gon' stretch him out

The fuck I'm doin' with all this cash? This how I walk around

How the fuck I come from out that Parish with this big-ass house?

I told that bitch I don't want no ass, even made her keep her mouth

I told my therapist, "Keep the pad, I'ma use my mind"

Sit behind a mic and then I'm goin' out

She tryna find my past, but, girl, my future is so bright

It's a lot of money in my vision, so I see a better life

No, I ain't stoppin' at the light, no stoppin', pullin' off, nigga

She got more money than me, then I ain't pullin' out nothin'

I ain't stoppin' on these beats and Jason not talkin' to pillows

Where that money at? We gon' finish him then send him, in this industry, we villains

Heard an OP wan' get up with me, yeah

Yeah, black on top of that whisper with that overcoat like Dennis

Yeah, come with the flow, I kick it, punch out shit and knock out dentures

Nah, we couldn't rap, we'll take this bitch, attendin' fresh out prison

Drape the coupe with flame, this bitch blow fire when I hit it

How the fuck you don't know my name? For a while, I been winnin'

How the fuck you don't know my gunman? Inside that town, we pulled killings

All around the world, that green and red flag, all 'bout winnin' (Winnin', it's a murder business)

What it is? I been takin' care my mama since I was labeled as a kid

And I got my sister shinin' from her neck brace to her wrist

I been handlin' every problem, I just hop out and get dirty with that stick, bitch

And I'm still on it, I won't quit

Told my brother it's McLaren or a Lambo, nigga, make a pick

I'm not sparin', no, not nan' ho, tell her pick a dick

We got money, we got Henry, we got shottas in this bitch

And we be spinnin' shit, spin again

Bro gon' shoot him once I popped him, tell that nigga pick up his friend

I get active with that chopper, YoungBoy whoppin' 'til the end

We get bloody with that stick and tell the Crip to switch the pin

Tell that boy give me a notice, kick the door, we movin' in

I just bought another watch, it cost a Lotus, shawty with me totin' a Gen

I just did it on them niggas once again

My bitch be with me through anything, before my wife, she was my twin

I got a problem with dollars and models

Huh, huh, huh, take 'em out, huh, this that shotta talk (Baow, baow, baow)

Let 'em try to kill me, I ain't trippin', hop out, takin' off (Real shit, woo-woo)

We gon' find out where his house and we gon' take him down (Walk, walk, walk)

I just interfered with interception

Bad bitch with piercings, I give her my perception

Then that shit got serious 'cause the bitch ain't like neglectin'

Unreleased diesel, tell that ho check the segment

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