YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Slump Lyrics (2024)

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(Al Geno on the track)UhYou already know what it is, man (it's lil' Top, nigg*)We back again, you know how we do it (You already know what it is with me, 4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)Tell 'em glizzy meI got all my nigg*s in here with me (DDawg comin' home)I got all my people here with me (like any day, right now, believe that)And you already know, if you ain't feel me, f*ck youI ain't worried, girl, I'm built not to curl Gotta be strong, this a dirty worldI went, bought her pearls By tonight, I'm f*ckin' up her curlsF*ck these nigg*s, they ain't crazyRight on scene, I shoot like Curry Tell them bitches I be YoungBoy, babyI got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami, oh, woah, woahI know I hit someone, somebody might dieLocked me in a cell, they let me out, I'm on my sh*t nowI go back again, my bitch might leave and start gettin' dicked downKnow it ain't no love when all my friends 'roundMake 'em lay it down, we rob 'em allThey been waitin' to see hear where my head was found, redemptionWon and lost fights up inside the pen', bitch, I'm standin' upCase while up inside the jail, that wrist banger tucked, don't give no f*ckRange Rover, Rolls-Royce, and Maybach truckBeen scarred, still hurt, so a bitch, I don't trustBlackballed for to see my whole world crushedI'm floodin' the bank and I'm fillin' it upAnd I go to the punt line, this an activator world, babyGreen flag activity, it's a lot of murder casesLot of mamas' dead babies found slumped without no facesSwitched like some pay stubs for our pins, we train like we been in the NavyYeah (baow, baow)Know we leave sh*t slumped, bitch, don't think that you gon' play meLil' bro got a drum with a switch on back of his Glock, if he see you, he gon' spray itGet caught, I know I'm fed, not countyI been collectin' heads and countin'I got a Glock, mami, split boy sh*t, I been on thatI'm in Utah, they ain't tryna find me, send your pin, bitch, better yetI know where your dog stay atWait all night and dog his assSaid that they gon' step on who? Baby, I ain't worried 'bout that 'causeI got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami, oh, woah, woahI know I hit someone, somebody might dieThey know that I been gettin' dirty wrong, but in the studio, still'll lay it downWho the f*ck you else know make you drop your ass to a gangster song?Make a young nigg* wan' put his mask down or go pick it upKeep dissin' and then I knock your mans down, now bitch, go pick him upWho the f*ck said they gon' f*ck with us? Like a nigg* don't respect the realI'm a gangster, I'll spank you while not on pills, even though I chew for realWhile on the way to fight the case, cold dirty bangers what we totin'They wanna tag my toe, they say they seen 'em blockin' 'round beforeThey say that they gon' pop somethin', tell them that they not, mamaThem young nigg*s, I bought choppers for 'em to whack who plan on ridin' on meMy ambition, just from a lil' nigg* posted on the cornerGrindin' got me millions, I stay fresh and keep that money on mepuss* crackin' jokes while times hard right now, I don't think sh*t funnyEight toys, I got inside my yard right now, I still don't play for nothin'Bitch, better get your sh*t together 'fore we stick your ho assShe ask lil' bro what's that big-ass print on side his pantsI got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami, oh, woah, woahI know I hit someone, somebody might dieI got a Glocky, mamiThey might not wanna start no problems tonightLook, aim it, then I pop it, mami, oh, woah, woahI hit someone, I know somebody might die

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