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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Dead Opps Lyrics

Dead Opps Lyrics[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, pitch fork, knife on front that cutter, take out three opps
He a gang baby, ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In Hell like I'm Satan, chasing after money, stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under, it come out we switching up locations

[Verse: P Yungin, NBA Big B & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Kill that pussy bitch and at his funeral a celebration
Talking out your top, we catch you lacking, leave you swerving lazy
Tap in with my youngin with that cutter, he go crazy crazy
Demon baby, think he was a child of satan, maybe
I should put a bag on the whole team How you feelin', nigga?
Go to the lot, cash out on a brand new machine
Bitch nigga play, then I'ma punch him down, don't fuck around with me
Hundred rounds for your partner, but your other partner deceased
4KTrey, we run with plenty killers, murder how them niggas eat He dead now he can't talk no more, his brains is left in them streets

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, pitch fork, knife on front that cutter, take out three opps
He a gang baby, ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In Hell like I'm Satan, chasing after money, stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under, it come out we switching up locations