[Intro]
Buddah Bless this beat

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds dancing on my fucking neck cost like four bricks
And the way that I be toting on that strap don't make no sense
He a million dollar n***a but be posted in the bricks, uh
It make no sense, yeah, it make no sense, uh
It make no sense, goddamn, make no sense, yeah, uh
Make no sense, nah, uh, make no sense, YoungBoy
Make no sense, nah, it make no sense, slime

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I could hit it, I could whip it, I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherfucker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another 30 burner (30 burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (Whippin' hard)
It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch, I'll put you under
I ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make 'em tweak like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see 'em hatin' like damn
All I know get the money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like n***a, uh, n***a
N***a, bitch, n***a, baow, with my jewelry (Fuck a jury)
[Verse 2: Digga D]
If you tell me one man, just one man that you shot, then I'll never rap again
I don't wanna hear that cap again
Roll up, lift the pole up and slap at them (Grr, grr, rollin')
No bells for the nina, bring the dagger then
Yo, I don't know who them boy think they're badder than (What?)
Get me mad again (What?), get me mad again
So I can ching man's chest and back again (Yeah, yeah)
I'm too real for the scene, they ain't seen what I seen
Whistle on a pistol with a beam (Bo-boom)
Crib Session, I had the machine
Daily Duppy, I went with a full magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
Four-fizzy on FRE
The four-five if man don't free up the C.R.E.A.M (Yo, gimme that)
We slimed out **** and ****, they're callin' us robbery team
Please stop botherin' me, did I hit that stain? Well, obviously
Jokes, I ain't do none of that, B
Cah these n***as snitchin' anonymously
Drill, I'm runnin' it prominently
Man bully these rappers, that's dominancy (Yeah)
I'll go to a show with a dotty on me
Fuck Clout, tell the boy "Stop copyin' me"

[Chorus: Digga D]
I feel like I'm Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that's poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming Teewizz, they don't care 'bout, care 'bout what it—
I feel like I'm Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap, bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that's poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming Teewizz, they don't care 'bout what it means (Hahaha)
[Verse 3: Digga D]
Yo
I ain't done one show, mans high risk (No)
I ain't goin' Wireless fireless (No)
I just pray I get through with this .19
I ain't thinkin' 'bout no COVID virus
Mask on BHA, press on the nine
Fuck killin' them with kindness (Yeah)
It was ****, but now one of them's minus
Fire still walks on their block in sliders (Real)
They keep sayin' we're wet
Come test the waters and find it out (Yeah)
He didn't mind his mouth
So, the guys got mad and they slimed him out (Brr)
Whoever's the king better hide that crown
If I swing my ching, I'ma knife that down
Till my **** get stuck and I lie that down
If he still talks crud, I'ma slide back 'round (Skrrt)
Gamble your life, blud, bet it (Bet it)
Roll the dice and see if man tek it (Tek it)
Load the nine with bine and selek it ('lek it)
Aim the wap at his wig and press it, press it
Stepped in the room, clocked two scrum
I instantly backed my dick out (Woo)
I pray that she ain't got a big mouth
Yo, gyal, both of you two take your tits out
[Chorus: Digga D]
I feel like I'm Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that's poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming Teewizz, they don't care 'bout, care 'bout what it—
I feel like I'm Double Tap in 2k17 (Bap, bap)
The difference is this machine got a long arse magazine (Grr, grr, grr)
I know you see this hunting knife that's poking through my jeans (Yeah, yeah)
We had London screaming Teewizz, they don't care 'bout what it means (Hahaha)

[Verse 4: Digga D ]
It don't make no sense why Ratlin tried to hop the fence (Nah)
Fredo don't like us 'cause we borred up all his friends
They must think I'm Chief Keef if I can't go back to the ends (Bang bang)
But when my license finish, I'ma circle 'round them, circle 'round them

[Outro: Digga D]
Ay
Rap, bap, bap, bap
Hahaha
(X10)