Young Stunna - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yeah, who this is? (6lement) Nah, who this is?

Lil Top, Lil Top or Kentrell, huh?

Or this YoungBoy?

Nigga, this ain't neither one

This Slimeto, bitch-ass nigga

What you on, five? You heard me?

Talk to 'em

Ooh, she put it in, she like, "God damn"

Go to Walmart or Sams, they gon' know who I am

Go to Paris or France, see my name everywhere

Like I'm born in this bitch, like somebody didn't spam

I was born in this bitch, got my name in advance

I'm a lil' jittered, then Rich have 'em custom lil' vans

I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van

Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man

Told her, "Let's do it, shorty fuck all that playin'"

See how I do it, then I fucked on her friend

Swerve in the Benz, then I swerve in the wraith

Brought my hood to the place, knew what kind, and he planned

Whole lot of rubbers, you know I got bands

I invent a new plan, I'm so hot, caught a tan

So much water on me, think I'm sweatin', need a fan

Flood my finger wit' diamonds, I call that not showin my hand

Havin' forever, like I'm Rich The Kid

That is my brother, so might as well say that, whoever he or that you know who I'm is

No fu— fu— fugazy, I'm triller than real

Real pallbearer, gravedigger stay with that steel

Nigga try, "Pow pow," fuck around, and get killed

Interfere, and nigga know that I know how to deal

I be handin' out cards, and they say, "Passed the drill"

Magnolia soldiers, I'm sick like Ebola

Just me and Stunna ridin' in a Range Rover

Dishin' out smoke and I'm blowin' that doja

If I start it, you end, when I come, know it's over

She get off top, give me top, then bend over

I'm hittin' it on top of the table and sofa

"For a fact, can't come back," that's exact what I told her

Then I walk round this bitch in some Louie-V loafers

Woo, take one, take two

Bitch-ass nigga, I don't know who you

Blessin' your bitch without hearin', "Achoo"

But you know that she ate me, made sure she ain't chew

Jump off a private, then fly in a coupe

Up with that chopper, I'm bangin' at you

Half at your head, and send half at your crew

Chasin' that car, I'm gon' make sure that your blew

I bang that red, and Quando bangin' blue

Holdin' the fire, like, "Lil' shorty don't move"

Stay with that fire, I'ma blow out the roof

I know you ain't there, well, I ain't fuckin' with you

I could go back to back-back, I'm the truth

I ain't finna go back to back-back, you a lie

I ain't leave for no reason, ho, go tell 'em why

Why? Slimeto, Lil Top is so muh'fuckin' slime

Uh, I'm—, I be the motive, the reason, and why

These niggas be dissin', and want to come try

He ain't usin' his head, I'ma take off his mind

I go to the war wit' the whole hood about mine

Feel a lil' shine for to flood out my child

On top of the rap, but put dime after dime

I ain't stoppin', she know that I got it, she know I been poppin', in the city, been leavin' out bodies

In a Tesla, you know that I'm charged, she gon' eat up the boy, while I'm ridin' this bitch up in pilot

I'm gon' hit from the back and make noise, while I'm grippin' my rod, I'm duckin' and hidin' from coppers

Nigga say it's a clique of them boys, keep a stick for them boys, my chopper, it say, it hate oppas

Nigga got a whole yard full of toys, you know I go hard, you know that the house full of boppers

You know for a fact that I'm thuggin', you know I'm 'bout beefin', you know I get that from my momma

You know that this shit turn out ugly, you bring up my name, or you talkin' like that you want problems

He stunt to the world like a gangsta', my lil' brother gon' catch him before his show, hop out and stop 'em

Uh, I'm—, I be the motive, the reason, and why

These niggas be dissin', and want to come try

He ain't usin' his head, I'ma take off his mind

I go to the war wit' the whole hood about mine

Feel a lil' shine for to flood out my child

On top of the rap, but put dime after dime

Take one, take two

Bitch-ass nigga, I don't know who you

Blessin' your bitch without hearin', "Achoo"

But you know that she ate me, made sure she ain't chew

Jump off a private, then fly in a coupe

Up with that chopper, I'm bangin' at you

Half at your head, and send half at your crew

Chasin' that car, I'm gon' make sure that your blew

Ooh, she put it in, she like, "God damn"

Go to Walmart or Sams, they gon' know who I am

Go to Paris or France, see my name everywhere

Like I'm born in this bitch, like somebody didn't spam

I was born in this bitch, got my name in advance

I'm a lil' jittered, then Rich have 'em custom lil' vans

I'm a star, I'm a star in a bulletproof van

Nigga know not to send not a shot at that man