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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Rich Junkie 2 Get Money Lyrics

Rich Junkie 2 (Get Money) Lyrics[Intro]
Hm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
I'm over here tryna make north side, man, watch the news
Boo' was tryna catch a sell, ain't make it 'round the corner
Every time we caught them ain't no talkin', we put guns on them
Look

[Chorus]
Youngin was tryna get some money, killed right on the corner
And Boo' was tryna catch a sell, ain't make it 'round the corner
That get back real
I'm going to hell from all the shit I done to them
'Cause every time we caught them, ain't no talkin', we put guns on them (Yeah)

[Verse]
I just wanna run down on you pussy ass niggas (Pussy ass niggas)
Run down on 'em, put the pistol on a nigga (On a nigga)
Run up on 'em (Run up on 'em), nigga, shoot 'em in his head
Yeah, yeah
Catch him with a ho, I'm praying that she dead
Yeah, yeah
Glock here in my pants boy, plus we could dance boy
I'm in here with that murder squad
The murder squad don't fuck with me
I'm in here on plenty bars, on plenty boys and CBD
You know them dirty motherfuckers probably try to lock up me
Damn, plan on lockin' me
Damn, ain't no tryna lift me up
It's some crabs in the bucket where I'm motherfuckin' from
Man, it get ruthless, it get reckless
If you scared you bet' not come
We shoot up police cars and all
You better ask 'em how we come
Shit, but fuck that
Baby, I say I just wan' get jiggy with you, huh
I just wanna sit back and watch how your body move, uh
My bitch she so poppin'
She be poppin' Muslim doors
Bow, bow
Uh, we gon' get down, nigga
Somebody tried to let some shots off
It's a party out here
I'm hoping that a child ain't knocked off
We be thugging out here, why you think Ten keep his Glock out?
It get ugly out here
You'll get your stupid ass knocked off
Go ask 'em 'bout me
YoungBoy, I'm the motherfuckin' sickest
I'm the motherfuckin' realest
I'm the one with all the killin'
Better ask 'em 'bout me
The richest rapper in my city and they steady fuckin' with me, but they know that they can't get me, slime
I wanna pull me a homicide
Nothin' but crying, mama come outside and see a fuckin' brain bust, I'm slime
I wanna see me a homicide
Catch you waitin' on a ride and shoot the whole fuckin' uber up

[Bridge]
One eighty seven, I'm with it
One eighty seven, I did it
One eighty seven, my mama
One eighty seven, be with it
One eighty seven, I'm with it
One eighty seven, I did it
One eighty seven, my mama
One eighty seven, be with it

[Chorus]
Youngin was tryna get some money, killed right on the corner
And Boo' was tryna catch a sell, ain't make it 'round the corner
That get back real
I'm going to hell from all the shit I done to them
'Cause every time we caught them, ain't no talkin', we put guns on them