YoungBoy Never Broke Again – The Last Backyardigan


It’s on fool

I ain’t lettin’ e’m talk how they wanna
Kill ’em, they try to play me
Hustlin’, got plenty paper
Try to take it, I’m gonna knock some off
Smokin’ on paper, keepin’ my mind on murder
Fuck dissin’, we tryna catch the bitch in person
That’s true when it goes down
Ain’t no pick and choose (Nah), we don’t ever lose
We known to break the rules (Ah)
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin’ “They gon’ stretch me too”
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Like design, we don’t leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head
So what the fuck you wanna do?

Oh, oh, oh, I put ’em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin’ like, ooh, ooh, ooh
I put ’em straight on the news

They gon’ say they got the police tryna stop him
Can’t murder us, might go Top him
Got the drop and them we popped him
Should beat him, that is not him
And my Rolls Royce drive with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big shots, big knots, they know him
We be ridin’ around on big rims
I been drillin’ tryna zip him and all of his
Tryna hang around our bitch now, we gon’ put them all to rest
The ones that follow chicks, I’m really ballin’
What I got bought all again

Oh, oh, oh, I put ’em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin’ like, ooh, ooh, ooh
I put ’em straight on the news

Drivin’ fast, can’t get past, you crash nigga (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Cross the line, we gon’ bust his ass
We gon’ go on bad and we gon’ smash nigga (Boom, boom, bah)
Ridin’ around with these chains on, my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
Fuck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin’ while you’re mad, nigga (Mad, ha)
When I up the release, I ain’t mad, nigga (I ain’t mad)
No ball with the hoes at all, they tryna suck me down and they won’t stop (Nah)
They mad I don’t be tryin’ and I’m hot (And I’m hot)
Bought a Bentley and I bought another car (Another car)
My uncle wonder how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
Gotta watch on with my arms when they see me pullin’ up (Yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngings want me armed, nigga, we don’t give a fuck
They go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave but niggas stuck ’round with the Glock

Oh, oh, oh, I put ’em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin’ like, ooh, ooh, ooh
I put ’em straight on the news

New, I put ’em straight on the news
I put ’em straight on the news


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