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Youngboy Never Broke Again - 2 Days Lyrics

2 Days Lyrics[Intro]
(Turn me up 40)
(Beats by YodaYae)

[Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin’ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin’, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [?]

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Lift up his shirt, underarms musty, dirty and disgusting
You could call me, I’m right on location
Hop out and I’m thuggin’
We can’t argue, I don’t do no fussin’, that shit lead to scuffin’
Been retarted, don’t accept the sorry
Play me, we gon’ touch ‘em
Mazi’ foreign, I’ma change that
Play with this shit, push his brains back
I’ma wet up the spot, where they bang at?
Thirty two in the Glock, I’ma slang that
Bitch, I’m the one, I’m the man, I’ma claim that
Cut a top off the block, we gon’ slang back
When I up, leave his face where his chain at
I’ma post on the block where my gang at
Police come in the house without using’ a warrant
I fuck off for a week then I count up a hundred
When they raidin’ the block, no surrender, I run it
Go to jail, I won’t pick up the phone, how I’m comin’
I’ma stick ‘em up [?]
I’m an eight in a six ‘cause I came up from nun
I’ma run up that money, a pendant, I’m floodin’
Nigga, play ain’t no waitin’, you know I’ma buss it

[Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin’ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin’, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder [?]

[Verse 2: Kevin Gates]
Convicted felon with guns, got bodies under my belt
I ain’t miss a lick of sleep, I play the cards I was dealt
Stand on ten, I hit the streets, Chicago, I flew the [?]
I can go in any jail and well, I got respect
Monster show ya, I’ma soldier, from the shoulders of the tec
I control it, big ole boulders just was scored from my connect
Hopin’ out, liver full of them bars
Slippin’, hit ‘em, put ‘em up with his broad
In the kitchen cookin’ [?] jars
Soft melt, bubble back into hard
H mixin [?] in the four
All black, flip a brick of the tar
Light brown, [?] the boy
Out of town, send a blitz and it spark
Bing, baow, hit the bitch in the arm
In traffic while he whippin’ a foreign
Sit down, nigga don’t get alarmed
Fifty rounds out the clip, I’m retarted

[Chorus: The Game & Kevin Gates]
Them bodies start smellin’ after two days
Seen a nigga slumped in the alley over some new J’s
No knock warrant, the feds tryna build a new case
Investigation surface, tryna duck ‘em but it’s too late
Hold it down no matter what
Juggin’, tryna double up
Either hell or go to jail, when you come up in the slums
Spin ya block, jump out and walk up when that pressure get applied
It’s raining’ bullets outside, label me a murder

[Verse 3: The Game]
My momma ain’t gon’ sell me out
She’ll die before she do it
She a gangster like her son, she let me drop behind the Buick
Let me skip school for them packs
She ain’t feel no way about it
Twelve knockin’ at the door
“Your son home?” She say “I doubt it”
Hit a few licks in two days, for new fits and new J’s
Had two techs and two K’s
That boot pourin’ like Kool-Aid, hoe I’m thuggin’
Fifty round decapitate a nigga while he doin’ the Blocboy
I ask Weezy, told ‘em Slim baby since Juvenile been a Hot Boy
Hammer on a nigga two times, one Glock, one four-five clean
(Turn me up 40)
Like a [?] I’m about to show shine
Rollie on me, so you know I do time
Too legit to quit, fuck twelve
Thirteen left in the clip, fourteen Tahoe
Fifteen minutes ‘fore another bitch stuff a brick