Lo Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(ISM)

[Chorus]
I ride ’round with lil’ Laurence, tryna get it, what it is?
I let him in the pack, that boy was never in the field
Out my mind, I’m cooling with Mel, that’s Lil Phat daddy, I’m keeping it trill
I get down, I’m just like my daddy, I step on my opps, I got ’em all killed
See this lil’ n!gga, he calling and telling me he need me show him some love on the bills
This how it feel when they were holding out on me
And ain’t no tripping ’bout no friends just like I lean on me
And I ain’t tripping out my ex, these bad b!tches gon’ sleep on me

She ain’t mean to fu*k up, I know, I’m just gon’ let the s*it be
Know that I love when they nasty, gutter with dirty, I’m fu*king with fashion
If I want it, you know that I’ll have it
Got these hoes flying out to me right now, lil’ ho, you know I’m savage
I’m watching Three put the weed in the baggies
I took off his mind, this pu*sy-ass n!gga was focused on rapping, ha, ha, slime
Bro lacking and get s*it bracking, I’ma face the friend and might get notified
Shawty lo and she know ’bout L5, ah, ah

[Verse]
$lutty b!tch (Okay), swerve this b!tch (Skrrt, skrrt), ooh
Leave coolant on him, put s*it on the news, ooh, oh, oh
Ah, ah, tired of hurting, no lie
She just wanna see a slime cry (Ooh)
I’m a gangster, keep my head to the sky
Ain’t tryna let go my pride, I’ma die in front that fire, n!gga
Tryna come up off a n!gga, I flip it and pinning a tag on his toe
Knew better, I knew not to fu*k with these n!ggas
These n!ggas ain’t 5, they missing a soul
These n!ggas, they fake and ho-ass n!gga got laces
Know that I’m planning on come straightening s*it
Blow the metal and break s*it
Creep up slow and then we face s*it, we call that Matrix
Talking ’bout sack, get caked, this K hit
I just straight sin, woah, woah, woah (Slime, slime, slime)

[Chorus]
I ride ’round with lil’ Laurence, tryna get it, what it is?
I let him in the pack, that boy was never in the field
Out my mind, I’m cooling with Mel, that’s Lil Phat daddy, I’m keeping it trill
I get down, I’m just like my daddy, I step on my opps, I got ’em all killed
See this lil’ n!gga, he calling and telling me he need me show him some love on the bills
This how it feel when they were holding out on me
And ain’t no tripping ’bout no friends just like I lean on me (Lean)
And I ain’t tripping out my ex, these bad b!tches gon’ sleep on me (On me)
She ain’t mean to fu*k up, I know, I’m just gon’ let the s*it be (Uh)
Know that I love when they nasty, gutter with dirty, I’m fu*king with fashion (I’m fu*king)
If I want it, you know that I’ll have it
Got these hoes flying out to me right now, lil’ ho, you know I’m savage
I’m watching Three put the weed in the baggies
I took off his mind, this pu*sy-ass n!gga was focused on rapping, ha, ha, slime
Bro lacking and get s*it bracking, I’ma face the friend and might get notified
Shawty lo and she know ’bout L5, ah, ah (Ah)