BIG Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(Look out, Veno)
(Mama know who Cub$kout is)
(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)
Look

[Verse 1]
Hey, Ms. Paris, can I take you out to London?
You can ask about me, I know how to make you money
Book a jet for you and your friends, that's that bag, it ain't nothing
I come from that North where all your crimes turn to something
All these robberies and murders turned to millions, b!tch
My neighbors running, telling pawpaw how I am killing s*it
He said that s*it up in his song, he wish he never did
I'm out that window right or wrong, I'm a Backyardigan
Q50, FN, Trailblazer, my daddy gifted
It broke down on me, I was taking Brianna to school and I had one strap up in it
Run down on him, he a nail, we hammer the food and then we keep it kicking
And I always find my fu*king way to jail like I was born in prison
Got the tank sitting in front my house, n!gga and it drive on water, n!gga
That sixty thousand for that cross, I'ma put it on my daughter
I got these ninjas 'round, huh, like I'm a biker boy
Better keep your pistol 'round, you play soft, we gon' hit you hard, b!tch

[Chorus]
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon, red Bentley, Rolls Royce
I pulled up inside a Urus, then the car
Big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I'm a thug, shawty told me I'm a star
Big, build mansions everywhere, n!gga, I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep security in the yard
N!gga tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon' kill him for it
I'm making sure my convoy don't avoid, I can't, oh, no

[Verse 2]
Lil Meechy through your window, b!tch, I'm creeping on my tippy toes
Four-door Jag', I'm sliding, that's me and Choppa in here smoking dope
N!gga yapping, I had youngin stab the b!tch soon as he hit the door
I'ma bat her, she keep moving 'round my styrofoam
I be preaching like a pastor, I get active, what type of time you on?
I'm fu*king up, you moving backwards, b!tch, just stack it and keep moving on
Upping with the tool when it go down, I'ma break some rules, you play me wrong
I don't like them dudes, she playing they song, I'ma kick this b!tch up out my home
Look, baby, I'm inside a Flying Dutchman (Dutchman)
We put choppers in Davey Jones' locker, n!gga, touch me
Play 'round with the Don Dada, this s*it get ugly
I been popping this s*it, they hate me so much that I know they love me

[Chorus]
Pink Bentley, yellow Demon, red Bentley, Rolls Royce
I pulled up inside a Urus, then the car
Big pendant, big watch, big knots, oh, Lord
Baby, I'm a thug, shawty told me I'm a star
Big, build mansions everywhere, n!gga, I am that boy
Come pull up where I live, I keep security in the yard
N!gga tried to throw a brick and hide his hand, we gon' kill him for it
I'm making sure my convoy don't avoid (Nah, never)