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Bop (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Lyrics by：Kendale Patrick Carter/Kentrell Gaulden
Composed by：Kendale Patrick Carter/Kentrell Gaulden
Produced by：Shop With Ken
Just run that beat from lil' Ken
Look look
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
He keep that chop
Oh he a soldier
Oh he'll pop you nigga
My brother 3Three
Baow
He get the drop so I can fold ya
Oh that beat bangin' nigga
I thought I told ya
Hold on my wife not mine
Got diamonds on and that'll blind ya
P***y nigga I been grindin' I been shinin'
I done ****** my bag up
Huh
And I ain't scared to tell nobody
I'm gon' have another sixty M's in my pocket 'fore next year end
Play with Top way quick they pop your top
Know they get killed man
Got her out her top your ***** a bop
Gone off that santan
Got no time for these h*es p***y poppin'
Where my money man
Know the FBI been tryna stop me I need VPN
***** better quit that poppin' 'fore you **** around
Get your mans spinned
Know my youngin pop him *****
I cut up like a madman
Outside ***** we poppin' *****
We poppin' spin that Yeat again
Hit your block with switches
Then we repeat like a ceiling fan
Refill up at Conoco walk 'round with that Calico
We got all type of poles
'Fore I blast you strike a pose ***** watch your soul go
Strike him with this ***** that cutter flashin' like T Romo
Cut up like my daddy ***** Montana kill you you want smoke
***** float your boat you better not choke
Boy you a ho
***** we gon' beat the last side
We're still together that's how that go
R.I.P. Dump now I done seen this once before
Yeah ain't no problem I say
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya
Y'all boys want beef
We catch you slippin' and we dome ya
We walk down on ya look
Hit the ***** in his face like back to back
They won't realize him and that's facts
We turn your son into a pack we blew his noggin
***** this gravedigger mountain
I can't wait for Stunna Island
I'm recordin' right now do a song
And ***** it's perfect stimulizin'
They won't put that pistol on me
They use papers to decline me
***** I'm thuggin'
I'll send them slimes to **** up your whole climate
She was ****** up
Buy her a sugar bag and I won't tell nobody
He was ****** up 'bout that sugar bag
Couldn't pay his hit deposit
Play with me but Meechy got me bad
So I gotta call up Brasi
He still ****** up he wan' talk 'bout ads
And how he beat up pockets
After all I see I got this
My watch glisten they gon' watch this
I been thinkin' I might need to go put caskets on my eyelids
Earlobes got shovels and my G-Wag' got that B in it
Step inside my lane best come with pain
***** you get beat in
Weekends I need my paper strong
Wife need to hit Spain for a weekend
***** find a plug around
Don't come back home until we deep in
I ain't nowhere good you're gone
I need you back don't do no creepin'
These niggas holdin' me down
I need to find me another rich friend
**** I need to sell some hitmans
Get contracts changed to contrast
No you couldn't stand up to that four-five
You died you stupid dumbass
On my side you get no pass
Tote big fires with green flags
We hop out better run fast
Nigga yeah
My brother Big E
He keep that chopper on his shoulder
Oh he a soldier
My brother 3Three
He get the drop so I can fold ya
I thought I told ya yeah
Huh ooh
Slatt slatt slatt slatt
Oh yeah
Slatt slatt slatt slatt
