- Knocked Off 歌詞 YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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- YoungBoy Never Broke Again
- Who made this sh*t?
TayTay made the beat
Ayy, f*ck all you n*ggas, yeah
Yeah, free Choppa Boy (You know the don dada, yeah)
We step on anything, and still steppin, n*gga (Look)
Went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, n*gga
Gang, I been tryna leave em blank, this on your noggin, n*gga
I got juveniles who steppin, totin on dirty pistols, yeah
All my n*ggas out here spinnin, tryna leave a n*gga dead
F*ck n*gga, what you said? We puttin you to sleep in your bed
On the bottom the nine, I just put a beam, everything be infrared
Talk like Top, get on these meds
Get out your top, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spray
Jump out and we slumped his ass
They cant run, we on they ass
Im like who want beef? Just show me somethin
I got killers on Front Street and we aint runnin
How I come through, shawty, she dont want no other
Pull up and we thuggin, buckin, clutchin on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon get him knocked off
These b*tch n*ggas dont wan rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I dont want you, I got cake now
You wasnt loyal, you couldnt stay down
I dont want you in my way now
Cant help you see Im rich, yeah
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FNs and Glock 10s, ten millimeter
YoungBoy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me blind,I dont know these people, yeah
She wan be with me, I just wont date her, wont date her, go
She wan talk, girl, I dont have no data, no data, no
I stay with that sword just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, woah
B*tch, I keep that stick, but dont play pool, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another n*gga the other day
I just got another half a million up in my bank
P*ssy n*gga, we aint never slippin, b*tch, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos, and pistols, blow up a tank
On my lil boy, n*gga
Im like who want beef? Just show me somethin
I got killers on Front Street and we aint runnin
How I come through, shawty, she dont want no other
Pull up and we thuggin, buckin, clutchin on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me
We gon get him knocked off
These b*tch n*ggas dont wan rock with me
My brothers blow your block down
Travel for that price just like a Greyhound
I dont want you, I got cake now
You wasnt loyal, you couldnt stay down
I dont want you in my way now
Who made this sh*t?
TayTay made the beat
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