Lyrics Another Dead - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Skeeo, you crazy)

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten
I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten
But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'

But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody
Them niggas stepped on your partner, that's your body
And I be totin' dirty cutters
Same yard grandpa told me don't go out it
Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it

How it gettin'? Dirty than a motherfucker
Better stay up out my way, nigga
Bitch, you better have a banger, see that gang, nigga
Aston Martin lane switching
Too turnt up for lame bitches
Kill a bitch, the main mission
They act the same, I came different

Old school, call it big four-wheeler
On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas
His nigga still poppin' dots and he got M\u0026Ms
Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel
Somebody might get murdered still

Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still
Youngins ready for the kill
38, I run it still
Said, "Fuck 'em", and I mean it still
Lil' shorty wanna fuck for real
They wanna put up my career
My vision see one hundred mill', I'm on it still

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten
I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten
But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'

Three hundred thousand dollar car, I'm in this bitch like an '06 Honda
I ain't showing up for nobody, even probably not your uncle
Real stepper, I'm a rebel, I'm a fucking man of my honor
I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I'm the gravediggin' founder
Split his hat, I'm on that, stop, let me out around the corner
Run down and blow, I swing it on 'em
Back to the car, I hope I down somethin'
Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found somethin', oh, man
Say, lil' nigga from the net was talking dumb
Ain't gon' have no brain

Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball or drill
Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on
I be true for real, she don't pop pills, she want no strong
Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home
Hold on

This pack got contact, that's another, he on his way up
The whole house just smellin' like rubber, but we ain't burnt nothin'
On the phone with Ten
I'm playin' with that blender, say he just spunt somethin'
He did half of ten
But still he all in, he say he ain't learnt nothin'