Free Vea Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
(Henry, you ate this one)
(Cxshmxde)
They ready?
You know I be asking ’cause I don’t wanna be just take off
Least I’ma give you a fair fight, let’s do it
What? What?
N!gga, Top, b!tch
What? What? Ayy
Top of the coat
Ayy, we be on that smack a n!gga s*it all day (What it is?)
You hear me?

Northside 38, 4KT, pu*sy-ass n!ggas
Look, look, look

[Verse 1]
Who the fu*k you plan on spinning on? B!tch, I’m a boss and I get off
Me and my youngin walk you down
I don’t wanna talk, let’s bang it out
I’m paid to pop that s*it on songs
My gangster b!tch who found his home
My gangster b!tch roll, Pistol P when he was banging with that chrome
N!gga, ah-ha, what you said?
B0mbs overhead, n!gga go, blrrt
Have Vultures at your head
Cutters when we move, cutters in the trunk, n!gga, cutters by the bed
N!gga take a rifle and they snipe ’em, get it through his head
Gangster, how we fu*king played
Ayy, we be thugging bad, the police wanna come raid some (Ayy)
Opps know we cut up bad, get on they ass and stain some

[Chorus]
Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wessons, .40s, n!gga and we got XDs

[Verse 2]
Out the window, I’m gon’ squeeze this rapper, leave with this machine

All black Geedawees we in the streets, tryna pin some to the seat
On the curb we swerved and rock out, I tell Trell, “Fly to me”
Fu*k a n!gga, I ain’t never worried, I live my life like c’est la vie
With this stick, I plan to kill
N!gga, stop the whip, we can get on feet
The stock on flip hanging on your waist
Let’s hop in here, I’ma make s*it bleed
Come off the hip, take off his face
Another smacked ’em, youngins trill
I been playing ’em all close, I want ’em killed, fu*k ’em
I been planning all year, I want ’em drilled, fu*k ’em
N!gga, bring your ass in here, you know we clutching, what we got?

[Chorus]
Glocks, Carbons, FNs and ARPs
9s, Smith & Wessons, .40s, n!gga and we got XDs

[Verse 3]
N!gga, what the business is? (Ayy)
Who the witness is?
I’ll get you fu*ked good by a thot and get your stupid ass killed, boy
Press who? We packing steel, boy
Control the gutter with these cutters
Free my motherfu*king Vulture, thug, I love you (Blrrt)

[Outro]
What we got?
Chops, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, we got ’em
Chops, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, we got ’em
Chops, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, we got ’em
Chops, Glocks and Carbons, 15s, n!gga, yeah
(Henry, you ate this one)