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Youngboy Never Broke Again - I Aint Running Lyrics

I Ain’t Running Lyrics[Intro]
(Dubba-AA flexin')
Look, look

[Verse]
He gon' do somethin' bad and I’ma flash, we gon' on them [?]
We turn up bad, get on his ass, soon as he come in this bitch
We make our way out to the truck, I brought that drum to this bitch
I’m out my Top, I’m goin' dumb
Now where you from in this bitch?
(This is the sound)
Dragged that hoe up out the club, stomp 'em
Hit ‘em with them slugs, crash if a nigga mug
I’m from where they show no love
Glock with extension like a plug
Stomp 'em, make 'em get to fuck
Buss it, leave a nigga stuck
Don’t give a fuck when it be up
That tool long, whoop a bitch soon as he move wrong
Red Rum, that’s my theme song, Draco with a bеam on
Lil' shawty say I calmed down, bitch, everything you think wrong
Rеvolver lay a nigga down, the shells from the scene gone
You get the picture, everybody strapped with a pistol
We too official, screamin' “Murder”, we gon' step on a nigga
Long ass extension, say he with it, we gon' burn us a nigga
Three hundred shots, we shoot for hours, we won’t run from no nigga
Now look here, buss this bitch and leave him stretched
Murder, we gon' stand on that
Point 'em, where them killers at? You know where the fuck I’m at
He want smoke? We handle that
We be where the cancer at
My pocket where the hammer at, we pull up where yo' Mammy at
Spin in the whip and we gon' bust this bitch until they gang gone
Fuck what you hollarin', bitch and I ain’t stoppin' 'till yo' brain gone
'Posed to be my nigga but tellin' me that my chain gone
Call it even, Montana the reason that you ain’t gone
I heard they talkin' about steppin' on me
Bitch, you get clapped, you know I’m strapped
You know I stay in the streets
And may the Lord be with this nigga if he run up on me
Word to God, I keep that rod and fuck that boy, he deceased
You know I tote somethin', motherfuck that talkin', come and show somethin'
Blow somethin', bitch stop all that reppin', you ain’t smoke nothin'
Let 'em hold soemthin', talkin' like he wit' it, we gon' roll some'
And uh, nigga know we on some', watch how quick we fold some'