Rich Junkie Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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[Intro]
B Noise is in his bag, ay
Killer going crazy
Simo Fre just killed it
Hm, look, look, look

[Chorus]
I just popped a 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The fu*k you thought? B!tch, I’m the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I’m playing and I’ma burn ya ass you
I’m a rich junkie ’cause I pop Xans, n!gga, fu*k ya ass
‘Cause I been that n!gga, make her get her Out her body
Slap you wit’ this pistol or I’ll bat you with this bottle, huh
I’ve been on that s*it that got me rolling, I ain’t stopping
And you can’t take not one, ’cause this a downer and you ain’t built like my body

[Verse 1]
I’m in this car with Three tryna get at something
He know to drive and not to crash, ’cause I’ma hit at something To drive and not to crash
Bang bang, bang bang, back to back
Pu*sy n!ggas throwing slangs, ’til they checked
What about all that s*it that you was talking? I’m tryna hear ’bout that
Shoot that b!tch all in his motherfu*king face tats, n!gga
Fu*k ya clique, y’all n!ggas pu*sy
We them real gravediggers
Probably vibe with me, if you ever see me do my fu*king ritual
You a body, if I ever catch your pu*sy ass slipping (Look)

[Chorus]
I just popped the 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The fu*k you thought? B!tch, I’m the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I’m playing and I’ma burn ya ass
I’m a rich junkie cause I pop Xans, n!gga, fu*k ya ass
‘Cause I been that n!gga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit’ this pistol or bat you with this bottle, huh
I’ve been on that s*it that got me rolling, I ain’t stopping
And you can’t take not one, ’cause this a downer and you ain’t built like my body

[Verse 2]
These n!ggas be sipping and sipping
They lying, I know they ain’t drinking no red
Know they wanna be like me, richest, yeah
Told me what ya said
You pu*sy n!ggas ain’t got more riches, boy ya left for dead
I ain’t pulling all my money out, go ask the fu*king feds

[Reprise]
Big knots, big knots and they all blue guap
We ain’t showing them little ass twenties, n!ggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus’ wan’ start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, n!gga, for to bust something
Big knots, big knots and they all blue guap
We ain’t showing them little ass twenties, n!ggas, get your money up
If you wanna beef me, I jus’ wan’ start it off with shots
Just gave my Blacksheep twenty, n!gga, for to bust something
Huh

[Open verse]
Ole b!tch ass
I’ve been seeing
I’ve been seeing these b!tch ass n!ggas talking ’bout “Put it on the floor”
All on, all in they pictures
B!tch ass n!gga, it’s already on head
The fu*k you talking ’bout boy?
It’s 4KTrey, nobody safe, gang

[Chorus]
I just popped the 30 perc, .45 by the couch
The fu*k you thought? B!tch, I’m the murder man
Come inside this house, you think I’m playing and I’ma burn ya ass
I’m a rich junkie cause I pop Xans, n!gga, fu*k ya ass
‘Cause I been that n!gga, make her get her out her body
Slap you wit’ this pistol or bat you with this bottle, huh
I’ve been on that s*it that got me rolling, I ain’t stopping
And you can’t take not one, ’cause this a downer and you ain’t built like my body