Letra de Free Meechy - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Any Last Words)

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?

Nigga, yeah

Baow, baow, baow (D-Roc)

Look

Tell 'em, "Check me out now," know I got that shit in me

Know I got my Glock out, say that they gon' get at me

Murder, know that that be my town, try to sling that stick at me

Try to send a bitch to me, I'ma send her right back up in pieces

I'm on three R's, call that Reese's Pieces

Gravedigger, no Jesus pieces

Beef with me and it ain't no sleepin'

Murder until we get even

That's on God, got my bitch behind me

Plenty sticks inside this car, I pray the law don't get behind me

Gon' send me straight to Rikers Island

Said, lil' bitch, I'm 'bout it

You ain't kill shit, you ain't whack nothin', know we got plenty bodies

Come from the slums, ridin' in a bucket, now we four-door slidin'

With dirty sticks off in this bitch

I want a nigga for to trip

I up and shoot from off the hip, bang

Gang, know that's what I bang

Green flags, got everything

Uh, shorty bad, she insane

She just wan' give me brain

Uh, but can't be my main

You know I got a savage bitch, don't trip

She let me thug with the chick who stayed down with me

Play, I swing around this bitch like I'm playin' baseball

Can't get no Xans, Klonopins, I'm rollin' off them footballs

Uh, make me foot y'all, what that mean? Step on him

Uh, dirty motherfucker, smash him, then we rep' off him

Ooh (It's lil' Top)

Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him (It's lil Top)

Ooh

Hold on (Who they can't stop), kill that bitch and tell his mama, "Haha, bet you miss him" (Who they can't stop)

Drinkin' out the bottle, sleepin' with my chopper, mhm

I mix tobacco with my mojo, know the devil got me, hmm

I'm with XO, runnin' eps about my ex ho

That's a dog ho, tryna put me back on child support

I got money now and I'm on that thirty million flow

Hundred thousand dollars sittin' right there on top the bedboard

My lil' bitch a model, I'm recordin', I'm feelin' on her body

Bitch, I'm out my body

Pop that X and flood my veins with molly (Woah, woah)

Watch me swerve the Rolls

Know I'm in this bitch right now, okay

Chopper with a knife, get slayed

Massacre, masquerade

Rockstar motherfucker, make the crowd go up in a rage

I'm on too many drugs, this mornin' I forgot to paint my face

WYGD, when you play, you gon' die

Hold on, I got them slimes and you know that they gon' ride

'Fore a nigga was a millionaire, I was in that car

Hold on, caught him on the porch and I hit him with that fire (Bah, bah)

And he died, uh

Ooh (It's lil' Top)

Bullets do a flip, youngin tryna bruise him (It's lil' Top)

Ooh

Hold on (Who they can't stop), kill that bitch and tell his mama, "Haha, bet you miss him" (Who they can't stop)

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