Letra de Free Dem 5's - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin'?)

Mmm

Hmm, hmm, hmm

This for lil' Jordan, alright

My dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot

Yeah, it's Slime

My guard preach free Vaughn B

Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy

We be strapped up and we run deep

And it's back to back static 'til we get even

Who is that at the front door?

Point the chopper at the peephole

They lookin' for Slimeto, okay

Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way

38 baby, duckin' murder cases

Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason

.223 and it hold the casings

I bang red, control the bases

I don't sell no yola, baby

But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga

I play with them choppers, nigga

And I'm quick to pop somethin', yeah, ask my mama, nigga

I'm the fuckin' dada, nigga

Try to pull off, get followed with it

My young niggas, they come out the window, fft, fft

That's why the feds tryna lock a nigga

Pick it up, hold it, just move it, don't lose it

I got that shit for to blow out the fuses

Talk to lil' mama, she fuck with my music

She said that she know me from off of a news clip

Run through a million, I bloodied the cruise ship

I got it, ain't stoppin', I'm trainin' my body

I'm on it, I'm poppin', up, down, no hydraulic

From the Nawf, free my brother Big B out the bottom

Southside, northside, and got goblins

That's Bway, they off Sherwood

I don't need no counselor 'cause my mail good

Bitch, I got a card that you dare pull

Left bodies in my own hood

Yeah, pull off, then turn right on Highland, tryna see if cuzzo's phone good

Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way

38 baby, duckin' murder cases

Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason

.223 and it hold the casings

I bang red, control the bases

I don't sell no yola, baby

But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trace

I see my dreams, jumpin' out the bottom the pot

How that fuckin' boy dope like that? He straight pure drop

From the streets, he be in jail back-to-back, life of hard knock

Soon as he get locked up, they ship his ass 'cause he gon' bond out

Different cars, I throw out faces, I'm the shit, this YoungBoy, baby

I want the money, she fuck with me daily, can't stay in her place, she be bringin' up babies

Modifications, skrrt, I got the whips, I don't trip, I don't drive on the daily

Two million garage, this not a façade, I'm fuckin' with Gotti, you know where it's headed

Body language, you tell it, I'm holdin' my own, they callin' my phone, I'm hittin' decline

I'm on top of they neck, I'm pressure, they cannot recline

He run, I'ma blow out his spine

Fuck with me, you know we slangin' iron, I'm gon' punish them

Do or die, who it's gon' be? It's you or I, I got a drum for him

My guard preach free Vaughn B

Free my daddy and free Phat Beezy

We be strapped up and we run deep

And it's back to back static 'til we get even

Who is that at the front door?

Point the chopper at the peephole

They lookin' for Slimeto, okay

Slime-ass nigga, don't come this way

38 baby, duckin' murder cases

Pallbearer, keep a mask like Jason

.223 and it hold the casings

I bang red, control the bases

I don't sell no yola, baby

But my cousin, he get pure dope straight from out the Nola, change the trenches

I'm a fuckin' problem, nigga

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