Letra de Head Shot - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Mommy, India got them beats)

(K4ProducedIt)

Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose

Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you

Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools

Know they trap two different cars right back to back

Yeah, yeah

Bitch, go tell 'em, "Free Lil Meechy Baby out that fed' block"

Go tell 'em lil' cuz still makin' them hitters get busy with them red dots

Go tell 'em we upped the score, got two new opps, one caught a headshot

I know he proud right now 'bout how he saw I beat the feds, huh?

Stop now, pow-pow, then sped off

I'm with that shit, we tear it down

Ol' bitch-ass nigga, boy, you gon' fuck around and get your body found

Free my daddy, I wanna face my problems like my mama

We all with that static, lil' bro, he pop Addies, not no traumas

Deal with problems, think I'm traumatized, get chastised, he fumble

Drive, pull up fast, and then jump right on side, pull your pants up, you see my grandma, bitch (Ho-ass boy)

Uh-uh, mmm, he's a motherfuckin' animal

He come through like a cannonball

His gun gon' straight demolish you, it damage you, he get dissolved

Shoot, let the AR off with monkey nuts, problem solved

Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose

Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you

Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools

Know they trap two different cars right back to back

Yeah, yeah

Shoot the whole club up, don't cost us nothin', you seen in there

Interstate, from the back, tear the trunk up (Baow), bitch, you better not have no kids in there

I'm a millionaire, don't throw our position, nigga, then say we ain't pick 'em fair

Nigga, fuck that, know he dead, we ain't even carin', should've caught your ass in there

Fly a Crip bitch out just for to let her do my hair

You wanna try me, I play that fair, bitch, truth or dare (Bitch, truth or dare, let's go, uh)

Know I'm bangin' red like Tony Starks, it's no perhaps, you disrespect, we slump you on your project stairs

It's all I hear, "They don't like you, Top," I'm like, "Man, who are you? Blah-blah"

You gon hear, "Pow, pow," approach me with that rah-rah, bitch

They know I don't do no stuntin'

I just wanna end it, fuck that tension, I'm gon' throw out money

They don't do no actin', I get active, I'm on meds, up on 'em

Run up on that bitch clappin', once we smash 'em, rep off 'em straight laughin' like that shit be funny

(Ten ain't got no mind, nigga, he don't pick and choose)

I'll slime allegiance, nigga, to the green flag (Dee gon' spray the car from front to back to get rid of you)

Of the United States, believe that, of America, bitch (Lil' bro known to keep a drum inside his gat and he like switch on tools)

You better stay on your pivot, nigga (Know they trap two different cars right back to back)

Believe it (Yeah, yeah)

We gon' split you

Hey, is Kentrell in there?

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