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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
HitmanAudio
Programming
WassamWop
Programming
Akel
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Kelly
Songwriter
Don'Taye Shephard
Songwriter
Gregory Sanders Jr.
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
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HitmanAudio
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WassamWop
Producer
Akel
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
I got Hitman on the beat
WassamWop
AKel
Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh? Cleaner than a motherfucker
Put some niggas up behind my name and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's fuck ya
In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter
When I'm shooting, just call me Vince
Slime say go, they tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
Leave 'em with a scent, they gon' smell the odor
Spin up on his block, set surf on 'em
Auntie say the jakes up on the corner
Tryna catch a sell, pull it right on him
Nigga playin', got the stick pulled on him, yeah
Fuck it, want that nigga head, leave that bitch for dead, hah
Bankrolls on all of us, Top say you can't fuck with us
I ain't flashing out 'cause I know you, bitch
I'ma show you, bitch, you know what's up
Big Ford ride around in it, probably feel like a Tonka truck
Four-oh, fifty rounds in it, C4, I'm blowin' up
Put that cross between your eyes
Thug life, bitch, you a gangster
I can vouch that you got fired, huh
Your life in danger
You gon' spank somethin' to survive
Shit, what you rather?
To get blinded by these diamonds or with that iron, huh?
Bitch, tell me, I'm here
Bang out when I see him, send them bodies up
Bitch, I'm gangster of the year, fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Adrenaline runnin', I'm ready to kill him, don't show no fear
And Baby Russia slangin' cutters when blood spill (Yeah)
Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh? Cleaner than a motherfucker
Put some niggas up behind my name and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's fuck ya
In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter
When I'm shooting, just call me Vince
Slime say go, they tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
I got that stepped-on like Ms. Gladys' son (Like I'm Baby, like I'm Baby, nigga)
Probably got a whip just sittin' on every block, they think I'm crazy, nigga
Fifty chains around my neck, makin' sure my son ain't goin' through slavery, nigga
Think I'ma stomp, then motherfuckin' send the payment, nigga
Hold him for ransom, bitch, we thuggin', they can't tame us, nigga
Shawty talking like he know me, zip him, get a famous picture
Fuck it, ol' boy, I know he owe me
They talk, I get Lil Ben to peel 'em
Ascend or either you descending
Up top, you know that's where I send 'em
Bitch, get down and lay down
I got millions, I'm the sickest villain
Preaching to the preacher about why you need to stop lyin' to these children
Tellin' him I got hatred for somebody so much I should Emmett Till him
Watching Forensic Files all day tryna figure out how to get rid of 'em
Check out my swag, I'm shining, huh? Cleaner than a motherfucker
Put some niggas up behind my name and you gon' be another
Bitch, I'm out that North where ain't no shame, he get stretched by his brother
Catch 'em out of bounds, we pluck 'em
Bitch, you must ain't heard, it's fuck ya
In that Tesla like I'm Shawn Carter
When I'm shooting, just call me Vince
Slime say go, they tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
Long as he got his flag, feel he can't miss
Youngin steady slidin' 'cause they got 'em bent
Right inside the bricks where they gainin' sense
Show you how to dirty work 'em off the bench
Slime say go, steady tryna blitz
Up and shoot the bitch, then jump the fence, yeah
Writer(s): Gregory Sanders, Kentrell Gaulden, Allen Kelly, Don Taye Sheppard
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