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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Kevon Lewis
Kevon Lewis
Songwriter
Kyre Task
Kyre Task
Songwriter
Marcus Gotch Jr.
Marcus Gotch Jr.
Songwriter
Marcussmuzik
Marcussmuzik
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Guwap
Guwap
Producer
Marcussmuzik
Marcussmuzik
Producer
Kdubb
Kdubb
Producer
Marcus Gotch Jr.
Marcus Gotch Jr.
Producer

Lyrics

(Beat Execs) 'Chu on, fo'? Top underscore YoungBoy 3800 (Guwap) You know we still, we still ridin' 'round in the dark (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw) When they go, they feel (Hey, Lilkdubb), nigga We go body for body, blood for blood However you wanna do it, you heard me? I grew up around some thugs and I 'came influenced And I'm spreadin' it to the influence Hmm, locked up Locked and loaded, fire, we be ridin' (Let's go, ayy) Tryna leave his brain at the bottom Every nigga 'round me ready for some problems Just know we left that nigga dead if we shot 'em We gon' blow the strap like back to back, like "Hold on that" From night to mornin' Chase the stacks then they can check the motor stats Pockets got a fifty stack, ridin' 'round with a Fifty Gat Nigga know I'm on they ass, he felt a strap, no shakin' back We gon' wet another block, zip 'em all, I know they can (Bah) Pussy nigga run and tell the cops that I done gon' mad (Slime) Dripper with the wind, bullets flyin', took his soul pass You know what I'm on just from my eyes I'm cold, cut off the fans (Cut off) Hmm, locked up Locked and loaded, fire, we be ridin' (Skrrt, skrrt) Tryna leave his brain at the bottom Every nigga 'round me ready for some problems (Hey, let's go) Just know we left that nigga dead if we shot 'em We gon' blow the strap like back to back, like "Hold on that" From night to mornin' Chase the stacks then they can check the motor stats Pockets got a fifty stack, ridin' 'round with a Fifty Gat Nigga know I'm on they ass He felt a strap, no shakin' back (Ah-ah, slime) Yeah, locked and loaded, fire, we be ridin' Yeah, tryna leave his brain at the bottom Every nigga 'round me ready for some problems Know we left that nigga dead if we shot 'em
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Kevon Lewis, Kyre Trask Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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