By The Gate Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
Turn me up, (??)
Money Mal

[Chorus]
Come in my room, at the venue, you guaranteed to see a Drac’
She don’t like I be on that juice
I’m waking up, I ain’t even ate
Twenty seven rounds inside my tool, I popped out, let out eight
5 shot the b!tch eleven fu*king times by your gate (Go)
Mom want me bring her food
You tryna ho me? I can’t wait

Straight gangster s*it that you ain’t
Boy, you ain’t ’bout it, you fake
Shoot up your body, don’t play
My youngin take off your chain
Lil’ bro’ll take off your face
This money kill a whole tank

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
B!tch-n!gga squeeze something
How ain’t nobody saying they team not?
I get a drop so I could bleed something
Her don’t wan’ talk until the job done (Job done)
A thousand slimes, that’s a thousand guns
Extendo us and we all toting one
Heard in the streets they got they pole pumps (Pumps)
They rolling for me, I’m the chosen one
When the lights go down
When the lights go down
Soon as the lights go down
When the lights go down
Hey
She take that d!ck with no sound (Ooh)
She get on top me, go down (It go down, it goes down)
Bring out, I’m ready, right now (Bang, bang, bah, bah)
They ain’t gon’ fu*k with Lil Top (You’ll get your fu*king body found)

I’m gangster, I’m smoking on spliff
Why you always trip when I’m tryna stay focused?
It’s gon’ go in one ear and come out of the other whenever you talking
I’m drinking on potion
You went back fu*king with that n!gga you nasty b!tch
You ain’t know I noticed
Claim I don’t love you, I’ll hit your brother with this stick, b!tch, just to show you
In back of the shuttle getting (??)
You could let them shots off, b!tch, let’s do it
Pop out, I’ll rock out
He thought he was hot, now, b!tch, I’ll get you ruined
I got my cock out
Better not give my spot out
Put the dope out the pot when it’s brewing
Hold onto your hand, better watch what you doing
Bing, baow, hit the b!tch in the arm

[Chorus]
Come in my room, at the venue, you guaranteed to see a Drac’
She don’t like I be on that juice
I’m waking up, I ain’t even ate
Twenty seven rounds inside my tool, I popped out, let out eight
5 shot the b!tch eleven fu*king times by your gate (Go)
Mom want me bring her food
You tryna ho me? I can’t wait
Straight gangster s*it that you ain’t
Boy, you ain’t ’bout it, you fake (Oh-oh)
Shoot up your body, don’t play
My youngin take off your chain (Ah)
Lil’ bro’ll take off your face
This money kill a whole tank (Slime)