Myself Pt. 2 Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(Henry, you ate this one)

[Pre-Chorus]
Oh, I'm him, ayy
Put them youngins on his ass, he gon' get murdered when they see him
You ain't heard? B!tch, we get active, nothing but smackers over here
I got verses, bro got doja, nothing but trappers up in here

[Chorus]
B!tch, I came in myself, why not be myself?
I can't stand it myself, right now, I'm not myself
I talk with that bop, but I'm tryna watch my step
I cut up in that b!tch with my ten standing right there
I came with that s*it, shorty, she wanna get fu*ked up
And I wanna hit her, I wanna bend her now
My mama told me get back, I'm in this b!tch bugging
Get it catch or get it shot
Hold up, b!tch, I can't now, yeah

[Verse]
Ayy, this Slimeto, what you on, 5?, yeah
You already know I draw lines, anybody gon' die if they try, yeah
Who the fu*k are these n!ggas? I'm with 8, dog
They ain't on what I'm on, yeah
I'm talking 'bout every day, we gon' keep this s*it over one million, look
Who gon' die today?
Spin and bend and murder witness
Spin and get a Benz, Bentley, shorty get it independent
Bad b!tch, big titties, fat ass, get up with me
Young n!gga, I'm in this b!tch, Northside, dumb s*it
I can make 'em roll soon as that drum hit
Stupid dumb b!tch, we slump s*it, fu*k who they run with
It ain't safe inside the road, I'm in a section they can't come in
Revolvers rusty, flush him up in public, catch him fumbling
And I been taking trips out on vacation with my wife out in Jamaica
Protect this paper with this laser, if you faking, I'm gon' waste you
I'm not in this b!tch to kick it, making deals under the table
For that three million, I just triple-crossed 'em, b!tch, it's fu*k a hater
Ain't no way it ain't gon' stick 'cause I just watched Vaughn make it lock
I'm in the streets, she like my life s*it, with the Glock, I make it pop
And lil' baby, I just wanna hold her, uh
And lil' baby, she just want a soldier, uh

[Chorus]
B!tch, I came in myself, why not be myself?
I can't stand it myself, right now, I'm not myself
I talk with that bop, but I'm tryna watch my step
I cut up in that b!tch with my ten standing right there
I came with that s*it, shorty, she wanna get fu*ked up
And I wanna hit her, I wanna bend her now
My mama told me get back, I'm in this b!tch, bugging
Get it catch or get it shot
Hold up, b!tch, I can't now, yeah

[Outro]
Huh
Hmm, yeah
Hmm, yeah
Hmm, yeah