Songtexte Killa Season - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Skolo, it's your turn)
(D-Rok, D-Rok, D-Rok)
Uh, heh, I say like every night I be wanting to talk to you God, uhmm
Shit, I just-
I just keep my mouth close though mane
Bible right by my-
Talk to 'em, Lord
Look

Bible on the floor right by my feet, this as I speak
I ain't never happy I'm evil as fuck, the only reason you see me cheese
This ain't no trackhawk, I'm in jeep baby and I'm bumpin' Peep
Wit' a PTR layin' on my seat, these pussy niggas wan' murder me
Bout my fetti, get that green, oooh
Keep dead men with me
Hol on, check out how im skii'
Diamonds on my neck, took 'em out my teeth
Come inside my set, niggas say they want beef, baahhh
Face put on a Tee, yeah
I just want my way, soon come my day
This shit fucked up I can't sleep
Nigga say YB ima call Rahbee who
Dump he gon call lil Dump
He just wanna kill somе 'bout my fuckin' name
You can act like that you dumb
Let thе window down hangin' out with a drum, bitch
He just aim that bitch and dump
Got the whole clique hit, I think they said it was a massacre where I'm from

Night time alone talkin' to my soul hah, I'm with demons
On 5 runnin' down, shootin' that fire with a mask on
They a lie they say they seen me
How you talk that shit you'll get your soul gone with no meaning bitch
Fast slide in that ride we ain't slow creepin, time to get even, hol on'
I create that killin' season, I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keedy, made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I've been with that shit that's real unheard of
Youngboy do shit dirty, pop out with that 30 leave one murdered, bitch I come from swervin'
Blacksheep that's who slidin' in that 'burban, with a dirty .30
NBA we been a fuckin army and i ain't enroll in service
AI boy I'm real fuckin zombie, kill you in front yo mommy
Better not say nothin bout me, this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami

Bitch I'm real slimey, and want all the problems go ask my baby mama
Her momma know just about me they claim they saw me bitch I'm stuck on house arrest
Cough cough, get that shit up off yo chest pussy
Real vet I ain't no fuckin rookie
Nigga don't get me pissed, I'll take some pics, go to shootin' in central bookin'
Switch on back, give 'em all the whoopin'
Put a hole in his face with all that lookin'
Bitch ima tute that branch every time my grandma whoop me, yeah yeah
Daylight nighttime talkin to dead
Bitch I love to leave out red
Try to run, take off all yo legs
Hole in one, shot in your head
Demon baby, his corpse unfed
Thuggin bitch, it's fuck the feds
Shoot up the house, hope that I get lucky, leave ya brain on side the bed, uh uh
Better watch the way you talk fuck around get your life took, uh uh
YoungBoy, YoungBoy, baby I don't like them

Night time alone talkin' to my soul, hah, I'm with demons
On 5 runnin' down shootin' that fire with a mask on
They a lie they say they seen me
How you talk that shit you'll get your soul gone with no meaning bitch
Fast slide in that ride we ain't slow creepin, time to get even, hol on'
I create that Killa season, I'm the reason for them murders
He try to run, this one for Keedy, made that pussy boy jump hurdles
I've been with that shit that's real unheard of
Youngboy do shit dirty, pop out with that 30 leave one murdered, bitch I come from swervin'
Blacksheep that's who slidin' in that 'burban with a dirty .30
NBA, we been a fuckin army and I ain't enroll in service
AI boy I'm real fuckin zombie, kill you in front yo mommy
Better not say nothin' bout me, this rod brings waves and that's a real tsunami