Lyrics Kickboxer - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

H2, I'm a double O
I went kickboxing
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went KrissKrossing
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, "Ye callin'"
Fill my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hotboxing
I got a million-dollar wrist for diamonds on my back, slam
Racks go call my phone, he told me, "Top, you just too slimy, slam"
Racks all in my home, racks all on my phone
I got these hoes runnin' 'round in thongs
She just bought me Burberry cologne

I told them get out the yo 'cause I'm up in my zone
Bro, go smoke out the pound, I'ma lay it right down
Run that back up, fifty mil' for my tool
I grew up in the gutter, I'm straight out the sewer
She a keeper, no distance, that money gon' lure her
They ain't knockin' my pimpin', she ready to do it
I reloaded, I'm with it, I'm runnin' right to it
Spendin' time and I get it when I ran into him
All night, hoes on the top line tonight
Ring, ring, can you stop that callin' my line?

That nigga jabroni, but Henry be on it
You know that he doin' it right
I'ma leave with a friend and come back through tonight
That nigga said she fantastic, that pussy was tight
Run it up, run it up
I just pulled up in a Benz truck
All of my diamonds so bright, diamonds changin' the look
All these cribs, they box, taekwondo
I kick bitch straight now, Vellano
She know that I'm havin', I dress up in Bally
I switch it to tacky, she still let me tap it
She know that I love that format
Lil' shorty was ratchet, I switched her to classy

I turn on my daddy
My sister got paper, my mama, I manage
Fillin' up on the shirt, I don't manage
Pop my shit in Walmart tee
Chinese restaurant, go eat
This bitch way from overseas
And I gotta dissect whenever she speak

H2, I'm a double O, I went kickboxing
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went KrissKrossing
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, "Ye callin'"
Fill my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hotboxing
I got a million-dollar wrist for diamonds on my back, slam
Racks go call my phone, he told me, "Top, you just too slimy, slam"
Racks all in my home, racks all on my phone
I got these hoes runnin' 'round in thongs
She just bought me Burberry cologne

Who got three M's?
I'm gon' hit you through a wire
I got one million inside a Goyard
This shit ain't enough, make me feel like a child
Fifty thousand dollar Jesus piece, I let them tuck my child
I throw out the challenge, tell 'em to take it to trial

Obama coupe like a mamba, I ran up
Them commas, they see that I do it
Lil' bro there, lil' brodie gon' stay with that llama
We pull up right on him, he ready to do it
Lil' baby Latino, I'm callin' her "mami"
From my state on a jet, a young nigga done flew it
I ain't holdin' enough for to buy me a jet
But I buy me a yacht on the water, we tourin'
I ain't holdin' her up, she been bringin' me down
Smilin', I'm sayin', when they spill out, she frown
When that alley go up, I'ma dunk on these niggas
Don't fuck with these niggas, they can't come around
Henry so sick that he coughin'
They know ain't no talkin', I'm pullin' up often
I ran up my M.A., that's fifty-some thousand
I turn 'em all off with coffins

I tatted my face comin' straight out the A
Nigga brought up my name, I offed him
Nigga play with that money, we chalk him
Nigga try to come follow, I lost him
Nigga play like a snake, I done mouthed him
Ain't no internet games, I called him
Boomer let it off on him, he saw them
Put them diamonds on diamonds, I'm flossin'

H2, I'm a double O, I went kickboxing
Prada with Givenchy coat, she went KrissKrossing
I hop out, went in the store, she told me, "Ye callin'"
Fill my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hotboxing
I got a million-dollar wrist for diamonds on my back, slam
Racks go call my phone, he told me, "Top, you just too slimy, slam"
Racks all in my home, racks all on my phone
I got these hoes runnin' 'round in thongs
She just bought me Burberry cologne

Burberry cologne
H2, double O, I went kickboxing
Turned up on these hoes, I went hotboxing
My phone told me, "You too slimy, slam"