Letra de Nussie - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Ayo, Fatboi, let me hear somethin')

(My nigga Brando the sickest)

(Say, Brando, what it's hittin' for?) Uh

Ayy

I wasn't raised like none of these niggas

You, ayy, I'm cut from a whole different cloth

Believe that, I'm straight out that North (Uh)

Can I do my thing, and pop my shit on top a bitch too?

Can I take all of my kids on a trip to Spain, then buy them shit too?

He done got up in my way, we killed your man's like I was 'posed to

I just pulled up Lambo' back-to-back to back, and I got my tool too

Bang, bang, bang, bang, hold on, bitch tried to slump me

Find where he lay at, lay his head right there, get back to money

Hold on, brr, bitch, I'm known for stuntin'

I'm out Southern, with a cutter, with a drum, bitch

Look, on my son and on my mother, on a Sunday, it'll get ugly

On this oath, I break a vow, then on my soul, it's gon' haunt me

On his head I placed a dot, then popped that bitch like a pimple, bust it

PO told me, take a piss test and I shitted in a cup (Nussie)

I'm a slime, I ain't your partner, I'll rob you out of somethin'

You got a problem? From the bottom to the top, the climb for somethin'

And a man that stand for nothin', he gon' stand for nothin', dumbass

I'm a man that stand for somethin', murder your ass 'bout the cash (Cash)

I'm in a quarter-million-dollar car with a two-dollar flag

Real thirty on a stick, dumb bitch thought the shell catcher was a bag

That we put jewels in, hollow holders go in, put holes in niggas ass

We sit back, and eat, and smoke, after we roll a nigga ass

Live from the gutter, reportin', my brother, I love you

I got your back for a fact, lettin' nobody touch you

Together, we done struggled

Shit, what you want? What you wan' do?

We could pop out with that strap and make shit move

We could pull up and fuck over one of them dudes

Motorola, Nola'Yola

Real closure, Cosa Nostra

I can't serve you, I don't know you

In a cell, I'm drinkin' fours

To all my real gangsters, real bangers, think I owe you

Behind this mic, I show you

Who the whole city blamed it on? (Nussie)

Who homicide gettin' real tied up? (Nussie)

Who they turned they back on, but still be showin' love? (YoungBoy)

Who got that pussy-nigga smashed in the club?

Who got that gettin' your daughter fucked and got your son on drugs? I'm sorry

Bitch, disrespect me, make me double back, I'm a gangster

Ridin' where they say it's dangerous, bumpin' old school and a gangster

Mind of a menace, I'm rich and famous

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