Lyrics By The Gate - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Turn me up, Dissan

Come in my room. at the venue
Where you guaranteed to see a
Drac'
She don't like I be on that juice
I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate
Twenty somethin' rounds inside
My tool, I popped out, let out
Eight
Five shot the bit*h eleven fuck*n'
Times by that gate (Go)
Ohh want me bring up food, you
Tryna ho me? I can't wait
Straight gangster sh*t that you
Ain't, boy, you ain't 'bout it, you
Fake
Sho*t up your body, don't play
My youngin' take off your face, this
Money cure a whole pain

Bit*h-nig*a squeeze somethin'
How ain't nobody sayin' they
Seen us?
I need a drop so I could bleed
Somethin'
Hear I don't wan' talk until the
Job done (Job done)
A thousand slimes, that's a
Thousands guns
Extendo us and we all totin' one
Out in the streets they got they
Pom-Poms (Poms)
They rollin' for me, I'm the
Chosen one
When the lights go down (When
The lights go down)
When the lights go down (When
The lights go down)
Soon as the lights go down
(When the lights go down)
When the lights go down (When
The lights go down, hey)
She take that di*k with no sound
(Ooh)
She get on top me, go down (It
Go down, it goes down)
Bring out, I'm ready, right now
(Bang, bang, bah, bah)
They ain't gon' f*ck with Lil Top
(You'll get your fu*kin' body found)
I'm gangster, I'm smokin' on spliff
Why you always trip when I'm
Tryna stay focused?
It's gon' go in one ear and come
Out of the other whenever you
Talkin', I'm drinkin' on potion
You went back fuckin' with that
Nig*a you nasty bit*h, you ain't
Know I noticed
Claim I don't love you, I'll hit your
Brother with this stick, bit*h, just
To show you
In back of the shuttle gettin'
Chauffeured
You could let them shots off
Bitch, let's do it
Pop out, I'll rock out, he thought
He was hot, now, bit*h, I'll get
You ruined
I got my cock out, better not
Give my spot out
Pour the dope out the pot when
It's brewin'
Hold onto your hand, better watch
What you doin'
Bing, baow, hit the bit*h in the arm

Come in my room, at the venue
Where you guaranteed to see a
Drac'
She don't like I be on that juice
I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate
Twenty somethin' rounds inside
My tool, I popped out, let out
Eight
Five shot the bit*h eleven fuckin'
Times by your gate (Go)
Ohh want me bring up food, you
Tryna ho me? I can't wait
Straight gangster sh*t that you ain't
Boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake
Sho*t up your body, don't play
My youngin' take off your chain
Lil' bro'll take off your face, this
Money cure a whole pain

Slime
Lil' bro'll take off your face
This money cure a whole pain
Slime, Top
Slimeto