Bitch Nigga Hurt (Emeralds) Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Read the complete Bitch Nigga Hurt (Emeralds) Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, RJAE and Rojay MLP along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Youngboy Never Broke Again’s music, you can also explore Ganja and Over (ML2), two other songs by Youngboy Never Broke Again.

[Intro]
(M*mmy, India got the beats)
(Wassam, Wop?)

[Chorus: Rojay]
N!gga acting like he know something, b!tch, tell me what you know
I been cooling, I been chilling, tell me what ya on, 4
We gon’ spin until we dizzy, everybody gotta go
Put them bullets in his body, turn that n!gga to a ghost

[Verse 1: Rjae]
Uh
Oh, turn that n!gga to a ghost, I’m a real stepper
Uh, b!tch, don’t speak, watch what you say, lil’ b!tch, you know better
I got thirty-thousand dollars, I’m a go-getter
Uh, I might pass it to the gang, might just let 4 hit her
“Uh, yeah, who got that dope?” I got that dope
Might ship it on the road, yeah (On the road, yeah)
“Okay, who got that pole?” I got that pole
Might put you in a hole, yeah (In a—, mm)
“Who got that dough?” I got that dough
N!gga, I been grinding this—, oh yeah
They gon’ still try to take my flow, yeah
We might catch his ass in thе store, yeah (Store, yеah)
Youngin quick to let it blow, yeah (Blow, yeah, bah)
Lil’ b!tch, you know, yeah (You know, yeah)
I don’t like the way he think, I just might blow off his whole dome, yeah (Boom, bah, bah, bah)
I was cooling, laying low, yeah, not worried ’bout a fu*king thing (Bah)
But since he need a reminder (Bah, bah), I’ma up and let it fu*king ring (Up and let it— We spin back, yeah)
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rojay]
“Oh, YoungBoy, they say they ’bout whatever” (Gang)
Motherfu*k them n!ggas, I’m running with some cold steppers (Bah)
Make it better if it’s worsened
Chopper up and burst and put s*it in the dirt
B!tch n!gga hurting (Bah), we be known to surf
Broke n!gga can’t get no work
I was 16 with fifteen on a bezel

I got plenty money, b!tch (What up?), so my youngins doing whatever (Ever)
Send that boy straight to the devil (Devil), if he play ’round with this treasure (Treasure)
I talk that s*it, they hate I’m rich
He gon’ run his mouth until I catch him
I got VVSs dancing ’round with emeralds in my necklace
Fu*k (Fu*k) the industry
We gon’ spit this s*it (Spit this s*it) just how we living it (Living it)
Mama couldn’t help me
But who gon’ save y’all? (Y’all)
Sling that blick at ’em, show ’em that it’s hectic (Hectic)
Got a complex, better come correct quick, we known to stretch s*it

[Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rojay]
Yeah, hm, strapped with that cutter in this b!tch (And what else?)
You heard me? Ayy, big chain on
You heard me? Big bank on me now, you n!ggas hoes (Hold lotteries, yeah)
B!tch-ass n!gga, I’ma show you a ho, you know how that go, yeah
I’m straight out that north
Yeah, b!tch-ass n!gga, you with that (Huh?)
Yeah, show me you with that (Come on, man)
Everything you talking, you better stand on that (Before we have to catch him, put some bullets on his ass)
Put it on the line
He don’t wanna talk (Financial)
Ayy (You heard me?), but fu*k that (Back-to-back, back-to-back), b!tch, I’ma talk for him
You heard me? (Yeah, say, we back-to-back)
Say, free DDawg, free Baba (And we fu*ked these drügs up)
Free Bubb, you know how it live on that safe (I’m talking ’bout them big doodles on top of— On the top of them Rolex’s)
Fu*k BM (On the top of the Rolex), NBA, 4KTrey
We put guns to the face, you heard me? (Fu*k them n!ggas, fu*k them n!ggas)
B!tch-ass n!gga (I’m putting them back right now), yeah
You know what time it is (And for them gold chains on, I do rose gold and heart gold, hoping my youngins do the same)
We will (But, s*it)
You know what the fu*k going on, huh? (You got them hats, we got them drops)
Ayy, turn me up, don’t turn me down, b!tch
Ayy, we lit (You got the truck?), as always, huh? (Huh, OG?)
Let’s go, let’s go, okay
Haha, I’m good, bruh, I was tripping and s*it
Thought we was going through the door, G?
Ha