作词 : Davood Nadimi Boushehri/Kentrell Gaulden/Samuel Thanni/Tevin Revell
作曲 : Davood Nadimi Boushehri/Kentrell Gaulden/Samuel Thanni/Tevin Revell
Drum Dummie made the beat and I’m gon’ kill it
Ha, XO
That-that, that-that jump up right there?
That’s that shit ?
Uh, you know yeah, yeah
I just jump straight on and talk that shit
Hold that cutter for me
Look
I’ma hustler, ‘fore I’m broke, I’ma make a way
I told ’em things different from up in ’16,
That was back up in the day
Now you already know anyway this shit go
Shoot it out on the interstate
Tryna swerve ’em off the road, talkin’
Youngboy Never Broke Again - Back on My Feet from 3800 Degrees - Back on My Feet - Youngboy Never Broke Again - 3800 Degrees - “Grrah,” pussy nigg*, “Grrah,” ’til the metal breaks
Why they soldier hate?
They gon’ make me wanna come and pluck ’em down
Wanna give my fair shake
Head out of town, she a machine, make it back
Couldn’t do her hair late
You know 10? That’s my lil’ bro
Had to tell ’em stay up from under that ho
You know that that bitch know dirt on my ho
And my ho know dirt on that nasty ho
They got another chick that be with ’em
Had a baby ‘fore a opp, I like her on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done
I’ll spit on ’em both
I got all the killers and real nigga
And trill bitches with me, you know?
These rap niggas know that I’m dangerou
And I know most some of them niggas hoe
I know ya heard how they block my songs
When them people tried to send me up the road
Could’ve sworn this ho was gettin’ ****ed when I called her phone
I know that she dogged me to her friends
But lowkey still don’t leave me ‘lone
My girl probably wouldn’t even let the bitch inside our home
All y’all see, I’ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can’t sleep
I want beef, get your shit bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don’t need you to pray for me
Rap niggas over and I said they all gettin’ slumped over
Last man stand, bang ’til it’s over, ’cause I’m a soldier
I won’t think twice to kill yo *ss ’cause I don’t know ya
Gotta run this shit , can’t stop, I think it’s turnin’ over
Gotta top this shit from turnin’ over
I keep my clique from sellin’ yola
Gotta keep my dog from off that boy before I found him sleep, slumped over
Gotta UberEat my bitch and cater from house arrest, I’m bossanova
Wan’ protect, I’m the reason they ain’t bought ’em yet,
Cause bitch I know ya
You a messy gossipin’ ass bitch and you might **** me over
bitch, I flex that guap, got lots of it, I turn that nigga ho up
Think they know us, gotta show us, talk that shit
We shoot your show up
Aim like Jonesy, feel like Rod
Think he a big nigga, like he Jewish
Tell ’em keep cross phones, better keep your rod
I had it hard, go round the corner, couldn’t get it on inside the yard
You think we masked up for Corona how we ski’d up for that boy
Run up on me, you think it’s sweet and we gon’ send yo *ss to God
Wrath and Revenge of YoungBoy
All y’all see, I’ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can’t sleep
I want beef, get your shit bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don’t need you to pray for me
Rap niggas over and I said they all gettin’ slumped over
Last man stand, bang ’til it’s over, ’cause I’m a soldier
I won’t think twice to kill yo *ss ’cause I don’t know ya
Gotta run this shit , can’t stop, I think it’s turnin’ over