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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Channel 9 Lyrics

13 s Channel 9 Lyrics[Intro]
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

[Chorus]
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet

[Verse 1]
Bust and they missed it
Peep out one funny thing, then I up and I hit it
Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin'
Murder man, but won't never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain't pulling out that Bentley for bitches
In a Civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I'm sippin'
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war, I got too many blickys
Murder time through that North, I be ridin' with them hitters
I probably be strapped with a Semi
Nigga know with that bottle, I be blockin' all-day
And I'm plannin' on murderin' the victim
Shorty inside of the dirty, be slangin' that yeah
And they know they can't play with a nigga
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Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet

[Verse 2]
Look, tell 'em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the Drac', with a illegal handle on the .223
I don't even know why I can't even have grip on the front of that fire
I'm a convicted felon, I can't win for losin' while standin' in trial
I don't even trust her, I know I can't trust her, but she want a child
She know I'm a thug her, she know I can't love her
It ain't worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, I be moving around, I be kickin' the shit, I'm big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting, them gunners not turnin' it down

[Chorus]
Smokin' dope, tryna get my head on
Chasin' money, oh, yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin', rollin', totin' tryna put shit on Channel 9
I'm quick to notice, let these niggas know it's time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain't proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shotter's fee
I'ma make them slimes go sweep 'em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn't quick on feet
[Outro]
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)