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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Close Range Lyrics

Close Range Lyrics[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Maine Musik]
Ayy, after I do this bitch I guarantee you he gon' try to go to another studio and do his part over
Then send me the song like I’m dumb like
I ain’t know that he changin' shit, ya heard me?
Fuck, come on
Say, it go man down (Yeah), rifle rounds in a handgun
Murk you and yo' partner, that’s an And 1
Ayy, you know it would be better if I shoot both of you bitch ass niggas
At the same time (I’m good with it), yeah
(Ayo [?])

[Chorus: Maine Musik]
Make me hop out when it pop out, take his top off
Get close range (Close range), good with it (Yeah)
I’m good with it
Make me hop out when it pop out, take his top off
Get close range, I’m good with it (Let’s iron slang)
I’m good with it

[Verse 1: Maine Musik]
And it go close range, blue flame, I got blood on my Balmains
When it’s smoke, they gon' call me
That mini AR stop all yo' [?] when it’s war, mayne
Straight to the Nawf, picked up AI for the cross game

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Waa
Slick shit, I can hit a bitch from the sideline
Money on yo' head, play me for the bi time
Gang shit, web shit, I can speak mob ties
Birds in the trunk, so the trap name Popeye
Hundred round drum on the bottom of the Draco
Got it out the park, 44th, in the back hole
Shoot a nigga dead in his face and the case closed
Bad bitch at the house, still want stank hoes

[Verse 3: Maine Musik]
I’m like, fuck 12, we’ll pull up in Durangos
Buss all fo' do's, walk off, get [?]
Hop out, four O’s get close on me
Afghanistan, secondhand, put smoke on

[Verse 4: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Stupid bitch tryna run, put a rope on
Dirt-bike ridin' through the Vally with a pole on 'em
Gone off the dope, PO put a hold on it
I could drop twenty, play wrong, pour fo' on 'em
Fuck it, whatchu' sayin'? Need a pen and a pad
Got a whole lotta money stuffed down in bag
Got a brand new whip, cash out on a Jaug'
But I’m knowin' if I buy, Nene gettin' on my ass
[?] a nigga cuttin' up in the pan
Through the gate talk dumb, hit his face with the toothpaste
Go non stop, young nigga got a toothache
350 disk, hit a nigga with the Blu-Ray

[Verse 5: Maine Musik]
Actually accuracy is what mean the most
So when I creep close, I shoot straight
Spray the whole house party with the AK
Kid, play somewhere else, we the dumb way
Big E say he livin' the dumb way
Shit, I’m livin' like [?]
AAU, shoot this bitch in yo' face
Take your soul like I can’t fit the [?]

[Chorus: Maine Musik]
Make me hop out when it pop out, take his top off
Get close range (Close range), good with it (Yeah)
I’m good with it
Make me hop out when it pop out, take his top off
Get close range, I’m good with it (Let’s iron slang)
I’m good with it
Make me hop out when it pop out, take his top off
Get close range (Close range), good with it (Yeah)
I’m good with it
Make me hop out when it pop out, take his top off
Get close range, I’m good with it (Let’s iron slang)
I’m good with it, yeah