Lyrics Combat Boots - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Ay
I
don't
know
who
I
am
anymore
Like,
it's
like,
for
the
things
which
I
understand
and
You
know
from
all
the,
all
the
unfocused
hands
(this
a
Menace
beat)
And
I'm
strivin'
inside,
inside,
inside
of
the
game
that
I
play
I,
I
ain't
finna
do
all
that
poppin',
you
hear
me?
These
pussy-ass
niggas
ain't
layin'
how
we
lay,
look
Fuck
you
talkin'
'bout?
Ain't
nothin'
to
talk
about,
we
chalk
'em
out
I'ma
pull
my
Rolls-Royce
out,
'bout
time
I
floss,
bitch,
I
done
walked
around
I
kept
my
chest
poked
out,
I
sat
it
in
jail,
bitch,
I
ain't
make
a
sound
Went
Harbor
Freight
for
a
ten-pound
jack,
I
done
stepped
on
that,
my
bro
sells
pounds
From
the
car
with
the
strap,
how
I
walk
shit
down
Mama,
I'm
sorry,
I
was
tired
of
that
starvin',
I
thought
about
you
every
day,
it
wasn't
hardly
I'm
workin',
they
know
I
ain't
goin'
to
no
party,
was
hurtin',
today,
I
could
buy
a
Ferrari
Standin'
on
business,
they
runnin'
to
Maury
Kickin'
my
pimpin',
I'm
livin'
like
Hendrix
This
sealy
I'm
sippin',
I'm
not
a
guitarist
Jason,
I'm
ready,
relapsin',
I'm
screamin'
out,
"MASA"
I'm
screamin'
out,
"Murder,"
I'm
caught
up
contractin'
Put
a
hit
on
a
pastor
Put
a
switch
on
a
30,
get
dirty,
get
active
Nigga
better
get
at
me
I
been
hurtin',
but
I'm
workin',
can't
let
go
the
tactic
I
recovered
the
package,
celebrate
in
a
cabin
From
my
Baton
Rouge
roots
(roots),
combat
boots
(boots)
5s
in
the
coupe
(shoot),
poppin'
at
you
(ooh)
From
a
cell
block
to
here
(here),
millions
out
the
roof
I
just
triple-crossed
these
bitches,
look
at
how
I
proved
From
my
Baton
Rouge
roots
(roots),
combat
boots
(boots)
5s
in
the
coupe
(shoot),
poppin'
at
you
(ooh)
From
a
cell
block
to
here
(here),
millions
out
the
roof
I
just
triple-crossed
these
bitches,
look
at
how
I
proved
(oh)
Let
me
catch
my
breath,
huh,
lean,
I'm
on
autopilot
Catch
that
nigga
and
I
swear
(grrah),
I
ain't
gon'
tell
nobody,
uh
Bitch
wanna
show
her
body,
huh,
uh,
come
on,
pop
it
(Top)
Foreign,
I'm
ridin'
exotic
(huh,
uh),
I
won't
lie
to
you
Get
up,
do
this
for
you,
gotta
tell
you
the
truth
When
I
feel
I
done
won,
then
I'm
headed
to
you
Plan
on
makin'
you
smile
and
all
of
my
kids
I
been
holdin'
within,
you
never
once
know
I'm
hurtin',
but
I'm
focused,
I'm
ready
to
start
the
challenge
I'm
ready,
come
on,
come
on
When
this
shit
get
bad,
you
can
tell
the
game
that
I'm
causin'
damage
Runnin'
over
whoever
they
dump
From
my
Baton
Rouge
roots
(roots),
combat
boots
(boots)
5s
in
the
coupe
(shoot),
poppin'
at
you
(ooh)
From
a
cell
block
to
here
(here),
millions
out
the
roof
I
just
triple-crossed
these
bitches,
look
at
how
I
proved
From
my
Baton
Rouge
roots
(roots),
combat
boots
(boots)
5s
in
the
coupe
(shoot),
poppin'
at
you
(ooh)
From
a
cell
block
to
here
(here),
millions
out
the
roof
I
just
triple-crossed
these
bitches,
look
at
how
I
proved
1 My Shit
2 Games Of War
3 XXX
4 Get Up With Us
5 Fire Your Manager (feat. Playboi Carti)
6 Big
7 I'm Ready
8 Morocco
9 Cold World (feat. Mellow Rackz)
10 No Fuck
11 Burn
12 Alter
13 Slimretta
14 Myself Pt. 2
15 Cash Shit
16 Combat Boots
17 Wine & Dine
18 Fuck The Drugs
19 Lo
20 If You Need Me
21 MASA
22 Kickboxer
23 When Time Pass
24 Priorities
25 Peepin
26 Diesel
27 Shot Callin
28 Finest
29 Where I Been
30 Top Tingz
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