Lyrics No Mercy - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , Quando Rondo
Doo,
doo,
doo
Uh,
uh,
yeah
(Pooh,
you
a
fool
for
this
one)
Stars
in
the
ceilin'
shit
I
make
a
wish
when
I
jump
out
the
Cullinan
(uh,
yeah)
Someone
grab
the
scissors
'cause
I
cut
her
off
Once
I
hit,
she
get
passed
to
my
brother
them
(uh,
uh,
uh,
yeah)
Different
color
vehicles
look
just
like
some
Skittles
With
two
hundred
thou'
in
a
duffle
bag
I
hang
with
the
killer
that
killed
your
lil'
nigga
Y'all
boys
ain't
no
killers,
I'm
on
your
ass
Pour
up
some
codeine,
I'm
sippin'
that
I'm
goin'
cold,
cold
turkey
Money
and
molly,
it's
tucked
in
the
Fendi
pack
I
don't
want
no
more
Perkies
I
send
my
youngin
to
shoot
it
up
for
a
bag
(brrt)
I
can't
show
no
more
mercy
COVID-19,
we
gon'
step
on
'em
with
a
mask
I'm
talkin'
closed,
closed
curtains
When
you
shoot,
ain't
no
runnin',
we
dumpin'
back
Fifty
shots
in
the
drum
when
we
up
the
mag'
Just
to
make
sure
we
slump
'em,
we
gon'
double
back
Bitch,
I
come
from
the
slums,
out
the
can,
Savannah
My
lil'
murdered
one
in
the
new
Atlanta
Swear
they
say
on
my
head
it's
a
hundred
racks
I
even
got
smoke
with
my
own
kind
If
I
tell
'em,
your
chain
get
snatched
Who
the
fuck
you
been
talkin'
to?
I'm
just
askin'
Nigga,
y'all
got
my
number,
but
makin'
captions
Nigga,
since
when
these
niggas
been
oversteppin'?
Boy,
it's
up
in
the
air,
I
ain't
givin'
passes
Paranoid
everywhere,
so
I
keep
a
ratchet
Bet
that
cutter
gon'
make
'em
flip,
acrobatic
I
just
buried
a
hunna
inside
the
casket
Treat
my
bitch
like
a
Barbie,
just
bought
her
plastic
If
you
don't
like
me,
let
me
know
Boy,
you
know
that
you
a
ho
Big
check
like
Nike,
that's
for
sure
But
yeah,
this
pipe
still
in
for
sure
Before
this
music
shit
I
ain't
care
'bout
money,
I
was
shootin'
shit
I
don't
care
'bout
who
you
is
Your
dude
a
snitch,
these
niggas
know
my
crew
legit
Stars
in
the
ceilin'
shit
I
make
a
wish
when
I
jump
out
the
Cullinan
(uh,
yeah)
Someone
grab
the
scissors
'cause
I
cut
her
off
Once
I
hit,
she
get
passed
to
my
brother
them
(uh,
uh,
uh,
yeah)
Different
color
vehicles
look
just
like
some
Skittles
With
two
hundred
thou'
in
a
duffle
bag
I
hang
with
the
killer
that
killed
your
lil'
nigga
Y'all
boys
ain't
no
killers,
I'm
on
your
ass
Pour
up
some
codeine,
I'm
sippin'
that
I'm
goin'
cold,
cold
turkey
Money
and
molly,
it's
tucked
in
the
Fendi
pack
I
don't
want
no
more
Perkies
I
send
my
youngin
to
shoot
it
up
for
a
bag
(brrt)
I
can't
show
no
more
mercy
COVID-19,
we
gon'
step
on
'em
with
a
mask
I'm
talkin'
closed,
closed
curtains
Don't
do
no
kickin',
gotta
get
it
I'm
tryna
get
all
of
my
niggas
from
out
of
the
trenches
I
gave
her
racks
for
some
game
I
cover
her
up
in
Dior,
but
mostly,
it's
Fendi
My
bitch
be
walkin'
around
with
a
million
I
take
her
wrist
and
I
set
Richard
Mille
Look
at
the
diamonds,
her
bracelet's
tennis
Told
you
to
tell
'em
it's
gon'
be
a
killin'
Really
rich,
fuck
nemesis,
I'm
the
villain
I
spent
your
whole
label
deal
on
my
Bentley
I
tell
it
right
how
it
is,
killers,
they
keepin'
it
real
I'm
returnin'
them
with
it
Already
know
how
I'm
is
One
of
them
niggas
gon'
die
when
I
come
to
the
city
Four-door
matte
Jag'
with
a
sack
Got
the
strap
on
his
ass,
nigga
play,
let
it
clap,
get
back
Playin'
with
the
bag,
out
the
flap,
it's
a
wrap
Let
it
bang
at
his
cap
'til
his
ass
get
smashed
From
the
hotel,
we
go
pick
up
them
bitches
Turn
off
her
phone,
she
don't
know
where
we
at
Loaded
gun,
tell
her,
"Leave
me
'lone"
I'm
the
one
holdin'
them
racks
I'm
the
one
flooded
with
cash
But
once
you
get
high
with
it,
it'll
never
come
back
Stars
in
the
ceilin'
shit
I
make
a
wish
when
I
jump
out
the
Cullinan
(uh,
yeah)
Someone
grab
the
scissors
'cause
I
cut
her
off
Once
I
hit,
she
get
passed
to
my
brother
them
(uh,
uh,
uh,
yeah)
Different
color
vehicles
look
just
like
some
Skittles
With
two
hundred
thou'
in
a
duffle
bag
I
hang
with
the
killer
that
killed
your
lil'
nigga
Y'all
boys
ain't
no
killers,
I'm
on
your
ass
Pour
up
some
codeine,
I'm
sippin'
that
I'm
goin'
cold,
cold
turkey
Money
and
molly,
it's
tucked
in
the
Fendi
pack
I
don't
want
no
more
Perkies
I
send
my
youngin
to
shoot
it
up
for
a
bag
(brrt)
I
can't
show
no
more
mercy
COVID-19,
we
gon'
step
on
'em
with
a
mask
I'm
talkin'
closed,
closed
curtains
1 I Swear (feat. Lul Timm)
2 It’s On
3 Casket Talk
4 Give Me A Sign
5 Want Me Dead
6 Cream Soda
7 No Mercy
8 Loaded
9 Can’t Compare
10 Trophies
11 Keep Me Dry
12 Million Dollar Kid
13 At The Top
14 Heat Tucked
15 My Friend
16 Running Away From Home
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