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Youngboy Never Broke Again - Lost Motives Lyrics

Ay, tell me when to go
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
Hey, Lilkdubb

For the fall, they been waitin' on me, I know that's what they all say
Live it up, they been hatin' on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause we all paid
New Givenchy, fuck the critics
Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away
I came in by myself, they ain't listen
I was that nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition
Came up runnin', we'll take off from them cop cars
When we got caught, ain't do no trippin', that's what made us
This 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us
To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won't change us
Behind my mans, I'll die today, I won't change up
I put that shit on his mama, we did some dirt with that choppa
We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuck and come swallow
They tryna slip off the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas
The one I want, I ain't find her
But spendin' time with them robbers, we all play 'round with them choppas, we shoot this bitch at yo' mama
Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, who want problems? "
Another homi', another body, another hat for the dollar

Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody
I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun
And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, is we gon' die?
'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today
Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view
They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear you
You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you
He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too
Ain't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do
I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you"
Totin'. 380, I'ma show 'em what that K do
Cuddlin' in a black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too
Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you
Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face you
Bleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt, " the truth like Jesus
Even though I did, don't let them people say I made you
'Cause I'ma steady keep doin' shit that you can't do

Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody
I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun
And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from
Tell me, is we gon' die?
'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today
Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view
They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do
And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear you
You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you
I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to
You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you
He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too
Ain't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do
I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you
Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too