Lyrics Spin&Ben'n - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Play that back, Lucent)
(Timmy Da HitMan)

Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glocks, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type

Really rich, you can suck my dick, get murdered, bitch, I said that
Know we caught up in this murder shit, I ain't take the script and I read that
Pussy nigga, just another pack, aimin' out the Scat Pack where your head at
Kickin' my flow to my four like I'm the reverend

Got bitches from the hood I lay my bed at, they bang 5
Why I went to war? 'Cause niggas tried the same hood where niggas died
No Instagram, I could get life, that's why my life ain't televised
Better tell the bitch I'll take his life, better think about his mama cryin'

Come back with my enemies sittin' behind the line
Money be my remedy and plus my bro just poured a five
Sit up in my face, that ho be tellin' lies, oh, man
Smoke some shit that'll probably blow her mind, I don't need no Xans

Spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
My lil' nigga just know come shoot shit up, he the murder type
Different gen' Glock, another type, foreign whips, got several kinds
Her boyfriend another type, tell me who don't know is I
Fuck with this bitch from Baltimore, from the same place, got another type

Sick of all this fake shit, know they turn they back on me
Nigga know we face shit, I'm knowin' for a fact they see
Dirty bitch gon' try to put the blame on me, stinky ho
I be stackin' riches 'til I'm off house arrest and back out on the road

Kickin', pimpin', know that I'm a vet, I'm doggin' all these hoes
Real mack and tote that MAC, bitch, I know you know it though
Gone when the Law came and was knockin' at my grandad door
Diss at me, we gon' stalk that man, might kill at bitch on side the store

Yellow bone, she gon' take me down, baby, whoa, whoa
One on the way, told her she can stay if can she get along with the ho
I live alone, the bitch'll stay just to be up in here with my bro
Bitch know that she can't stay, told her pack her shit, I gotta go to court

Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"
Look, spin and bendin', yeah, with a glizzy
I got youngin tryna catch 'em and do 'em dirty with it
Your ho tryna fuck me, told her, "Come on with it"
I'm like, "Ho, don't know I'm thuggin'? Better mind your business"

(Play that back, Lucent)

(Timmy Da HitMan)