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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Fyn Lyrics

FYN Lyrics[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I ain't tryna play with no nigga (Peter, why you flexin'?)
And make sure you kept that too, everything

[Verse 1: Tre Savage]
I learned to eyeball from watchin' the way my mama cook
Hopin' I look over my shoulder for writin' this hook
Cousin got booked for petty crimes and now he labeled a crook
I'm shootin' at this bad bitch, her head sat in a book
Colt .45 more legit, now I'm protected at home
Mama don't know what's in my head that's leading me wrong
Full of medication, that purp' and that lean got me gone
Another person ain't go home, just another day wrong
Light up the blunt in front the window, no jocin' in a minute
My daughter steady changing moods while reversing the Bentley
That's just a dream that I had had when I'm counting these pennies
Hopin' my dreams to reach the stars are close to the ending
But fuck it, send that nigga lo' and let's get it to crackin'
He duck these bitches, he official, that comin' from Savage
I know she ratchet, that dirty bitch'll set up her daddy
Follow the leader until them bitches inside a casket
I hope they never see your brother, his life on the line
Them niggas dissin' who be rappin', they spittin' them lies
Them niggas kill, I do no whackin', I just sit aside
Bitch, I'm a boss, this is no actin', business number five
Shootin' dice, playing with his life for to gamble his mind
I ain't had no food inside the house, so they handed me a nine
I don't need shit except a mouse, Pro Tools, and some pine
I'm smokin' dope, the smoke so thick, it's shakin' the ride

[Chorus: Tre Savage]
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck with 'em, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck with you, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Pop from out that ride and put that Glock between his eyes
I'm out my motherfuckin' mind, I been a savage since a child
Look, I'm a creature, I'm 'bout beefin' if you wanna sling some iron
I do lil' dirty thirty, thirty out the window front your mind
Pop out on these niggas, they don't fuck with me
I don't think these niggas really wanna bang it out
I push up from the back with that strap when we let it clap
I’m talkin' 'bout all the way 'til we pullin' off
Look, made it from the bottom, million dollars in a Goyard
Me and Ten'll sling that chopper, ain't no stopping for them cop cars
I just wan' put money on top my daddy like Phat, nigga
My niggas in the back, nigga, with straps, nigga, don't act, nigga, I'm with that
Let's do it 'cause I'm 'bout drama
And this bitch a savage life and you don't want no problems, can't stop us, huh?
Got that .45 on side my couch and it's all camo, you won't try us

[Chorus: Tre Savage]
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck with 'em, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
I don't need shit inside this world except my money and my diamonds and my daughter, nigga
Fuck you, nigga (Fuck you, nigga)
And I don't fuck with you, them niggas hoes and they bitches, I don't trust niggas

[Outro: Tre Savage & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Fuck you (Fuck 'em)
Yup (What it is, gang?)
Let's get this money, nigga (You got it)
Yup
Can't nobody do what I do, when I be doing this shit, I just be doing that shit (Doing that shit)
I've been chasin' money for so long
R.I.P. Pimp C, the don way
You got it, nigga (From the bottom to the top)
It's up
Like father, like son
And it's stuck
It ain't never coming down
Like father, like son
Fuck you
Nigga, it's Savage Life, NBA, shoot that nigga in the face, bang, NBA, believe that
Savage Life, Trill 4 Life, 'til the wheels fall off
Mr. Walk Like Jordan, I'm in this bitch with Mel, it don't get no realer than that