YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Dead Opps
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, pitch fork, knife on front that cutter, take out three opps
He a gang baby, ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In Hell like I'm Satan, chasing after money, stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under, it come out we switching up locations
[Verse: P Yungin, NBA Big B & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Kill that pussy bitch and at his funeral a celebration
Talking out your top, we catch you lacking, leave you swerving lazy
Tap in with my youngin with that cutter, he go crazy crazy
Demon baby, think he was a child of satan, maybe
I should put a bag on the whole team
How you feelin', n***a?
Go to the lot, cash out on a brand new machine
Bitch n***a play, then I'ma punch him down, don't fuck around with me
Hundred rounds for your partner, but your other partner deceased
4KTrey, we run with plenty killers, murder how them n***as eat
He dead now he can't talk no more, his brains is left in them streets
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, pitch fork, knife on front that cutter, take out three opps
He a gang baby, ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In Hell like I'm Satan, chasing after money, stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under, it come out we switching up locations