Letra de Vendetta - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Woah, woah, woah, woah (Lil Top, nigga)

Woah, woah (What you on?), woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah (This Northside, 38, free DDawg)

Woah, woah (Lil Top, nigga)

You know Kentrell, you know he keep a shovel

He gon' keep his distance, even with family, like he got a vendetta, yeah

Real Birdman, pull up and change the weather

What I said? Hold on, let me say it, again, fuck you, we can do whatever, pussy nigga

Got my first pistol from KD, I went to poppin' with it

How the fuck you poke your chest out?

You ain't got more money than me, my pockets different

In the murder section, I ain't got no vest on

Murder weapon, I pop you with it

If I'm gon sleep, then I don't sleep long, I'm a hustler, I got visions

I'm in a million-dollar car, no tags

Phone call, another bag

Bad bitch, a big ass

We both done took one Xan'

I be out here in these streets and I don't hide from these niggas (Don't hide)

I got twelve cars and that's twelve ways to ride on these niggas (Ride)

I pull up Dayton Vogues, and my clothes is the finest

These hoes and my bros all behind me (All behind me)

Blue lights, oh, no, the law done stopped me (Woah, woah, woah)

I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

I just pulled up in a Mulsanne, baby, this a big bird

Baby, I don't do names, really don't wan' do words

I keep open heart because I need somebody (Ooh)

Just give me your heart and you won't need nobody (Oh)

I'm a gangster, drop my pin and then I switch up my location

If I tell you, "I need you," you should believe, I don't do no fakin'

I been tryna set the plot to rearrange, they want my placement

Anywhere I bang, every opposition, I'm tryna get replacement

I'm a locksmith, every section of the frame, not complicated

Dedicated, I demonstrated, now I got 'em motivated

I'm stimulated, them calls waitin', them pussy niggas soldier hatin'

They can tamper and get dismantled, I'm gon' face 'em, bitch

The economy I was raised in, you can't find no authentication in

Authenticated, I can't be duplicated

I be steady ponderin', I ain't situated

I'm patiently waitin', everything you got, just know it's planned to be confiscated

When I pull up, I'm confiscatin', ain't got no time for no conversations

Mi familia I kill me enemy, now they wan' investigate me

And me team in the hood, they die for me, on side of me or somewhere near me

Inside me, ragin', a mystical feelin', in the sky, I'm feelin'

My brother, my ma raised me a gangster, every day I be sinnin'

I'm in a million-dollar car, no tags

Phone call, another bag

Bad bitch, a big ass

We both done took one Xan'

I be out here in these streets and I don't hide from these niggas

I got twelve cars and that's twelve ways to ride on these niggas

I pull up Dayton Vogues, and my clothes is the finest (Woah, woah, woah)

These hoes and my bros all behind me (Woah, woah, all behind me)

Blue lights, oh, no, the law done stopped me (Woah, woah, woah)

I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets (Woah, woah, woah, woah)

I don't need her (Need her)

I come from the jungle, told the bitch, "I'm a cheetah" (Cheetah)

"Who the gun owner?" And the bitch said, "Velveeta" ('Veeta)

I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my liter

I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with Murder Amunita

She call me DeSean and she weak when I leave her

My heart, it ain't too numb, if she cheat, I might beat her (Her)

Hold up, let me rethink, I don't need her

Inside my Molly, I think this pussy-boy put fentanyl (He put what?)

Hold up, top-floor boss, five bad bitches, five sticks in the truck

I'm the man, can't go, now, nigga playin', pull up, I'ma hit a bitch with one

Nigga, add that up thirty million RE

Five million on a condo I ain't never see

Ought to go for to think and smoke my weed

Bad bitch from the back and watch the seat

I don't need her (Need her)

I come from the jungle, told the bitch, "I'm a cheetah"

"Who the gun owner?" And the bitch said, "Velveeta" ('Veeta)

I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my liter

I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with Murder Amunita

Dayton Vogues and my clothes is the finest

And these hoes and my bros all behind me

Blue lights, ah, man, the law done stopped me

I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets

Huh, huh, woah, Velveeta

Huh, what ya on, 5? (Woah, slime, Top, haha)

Play with me, I'ma go, when it, it's on

Nigga, I prefer black Prada

Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

Huh, huh, oh, woah (I'm a motherfuckin' problem, nigga)

I'm Lil Top, woah, huh

On Kacey, this to Choppaboy, you know?

Huh, free Vaughn

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