Letra de Hey Now - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(DJ Swift on the track)

(Dubba-AA flexin')

(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)

Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now

Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now

Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now

We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now

I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'

And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "

Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin'

Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly

All of these diamonds, this ain't nothin'

Hold on, I take that back, I'm flooded

Bullet proof car, nigga ride so ruggish

Every time we get out, it be hard for to shut it

My shirt I got on made by Givenchy

The bitch say "Die," filled up with money

I put Moncler over Chanel, the shoe I got on fifteen-hundred

And I got these diamonds dancin ' and they high edition and they fully loaded

Drivin', coastin', when I hit the freeway hit the gas, I'm loaded

Bases loaded, thirties filled up and all my niggas tote it

The hoes we wit' turnt up, bitch, we be them, but when you see you know it

Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now

Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now

Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now

We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now

I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'

And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "

Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin'

Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly

Drank got me high and money got me up, purple got me loaded

I told that bitch, "Get off yo ass, go get some Backwoods out the store"

That nigga know, he play it's goin' down

Six feet, it's lowest you go

Fuck who you wit', that cutter spray around, we kill you wit' your bro

I made lil' shorty touch her toes

And then got 'em painted just from the way she use her throat

That's that slime shit

Fake ass gangsta need to decide who they dyin' wit'

And you the type that I don't need to spend no time wit'

Let's go, 4K Trey, Kentrell, be careful, that's that triple nine

D-Dawg need a gold medal how he slang that iron

I punch a nigga in his shit and then I pay that fine

I'm thinkin' of twelve shades of grey, I'm in that state of mind

Look, lil' bitch, I'm on my shit, so I'm like hey now

Come from thuggin', but I'm rockin' on that stage now

Ran up a check, I wanna flex, don't want no break now

We put insurance on my money, so it's safe now

I'm like, "Slime, why you say that you don't like 'em?" 'Cause I'm thuggin'

And that's fine, tell that nigga I said, "Fuck 'em, bitch, we clutchin' "

Bands tied, two-hundred-thousand to that nigga, it ain't nothin'

Four-fifty get me out the way, that forty-five gon' leave 'em ugly

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