Letra de Forgiato - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(I need to speak to Mike Laury)

(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)

What you on, foe?

(Dubba-AA flex)

You already know, nigga, we tote big Glocks, be like Yamaha

Four-five shit, nigga, yeah, yeah (Winning lottery numbers coming up)

Big slime

Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels

They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is

Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills

Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end (This is the sound)

Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'

That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man

Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did

Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans

This for my grandfather, I told him I'll never mess up, no

He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long

Heart hurtin' bad, thinking 'bout Ten, no date on coming home

Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone

This for my system niggas, I ain't see Natty Kid in a minute

Over seven times, never seen my shooter, real gravedigger, contract business

Better tell 'em I'll zip them niggas, hanging out that Escalade with that Ruger

Talking to my mama 'bout what they claimin', while she saying, "Fuck 'em, tell a bitch prove it"

Don dada, boss man, they don't wanna do it (They don't wanna do it, baow)

Hanging out the window, I ain't even tuck my chain (Baow, baow, baow), like, yeah, bitch, how you wanna do it?

Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels

They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is

Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills

Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end

Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'

That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man

Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did

Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans

Marble floors, in it, I got hoes

Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul

Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone

Once that nigga add three, then I'm gon' start counting on my toes

Pulled up and I was stuntin' on Forgiato wheels

They ain't even have to question 'cause they knowin' who it is

Probably got my son up in this bitch, a dirty stick, I'm full of pills

Oh, you can run and talk that shit, you gon' get stretched before this year end

Okay, pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin'

That's where I'm at, right in that North where I'm known as murder man

Okay, my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did

Dirty stick while I'm in this bitch on six Xans

Since a kid, in and out the chains, swear they don't know my pain

I don't know who tryin' to get me at work one night, I ain't sleep with my shank

I check shit off the line, I don't do no runnin', bitch, I run that game

Step with niggas in the dawn from Gardere Lane gettin' full of pure cocaine

He a nose sniffer, he don't use his veins

Doped up 'fore he swing that thing

Evacuate whole set they claim (Hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on)

Bitch, I'm lil' bitty and this shotty got some kick and I think that's too strong

Kobe in that bitch 'cause I got a stick, can't hide it, that bitch too long

Marble floors, in it, I got hoes

Rap nigga want me dead, I'ma take the nigga soul

Reppin' off of one body, Top got over seven gone

Once that nigga add three, then I'm gon' start counting on my toes

Always on slime business (Slime business)

Matter fact, got me some slime hoes (Slime hoes)

Come on, ayy, come on

I run with gravediggers, pallbearers

Knock 'em off after them youngins wet up the funeral

My ape, he did it, but I don't understand 'em

In the streets, you got beef

You been stalking for to bust his dome (Make Winnfield his home)

Then it's on

Catch you, then you gone, in the ground

That same nigga your casket gon' be laying around

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