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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Whitey Burglar Lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello (thieves), this is Mike Laury (thieves) (Dubba-AA flexin') Long days Alright, I'm ready, I'm ready Woo (oh), I say murder (oh, oh) I say, I say they, yeah They ain't ever fucked with me, yeah Them bitch-ass niggas was playin' games from the jump Just like these dog-ass hoes Yeah, you already know how it go (This is The Sound) I'm wearin' these new Diesels fits (new Diesels) My murder clothes (them my murder clothes) Don't switch sides, throw up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't ho (I ain't ho) Top tell y'all go step on shit, uh (step on shit) Told her, "Case closed" I say, "Put that belt on me, uh, I cross five souls" Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him (Walahi) Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real Swang that Draco and somebody get killed Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is They gon' send me to that island, for real Real nigga, he won't stop if they hate Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face (baow) Pall bearer, I be raisin' the rate Red eye, it won't be a fair chase (baow, baow) Shawty gon' die for the ride, even though that her life be a risk In that foreign, ain't no stoppin', I up and I'm poppin' A nigga might die in this bitch, might die I know ten, ten, shh, f*ck how wild it get (how wild) Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid I saw him and pulled onside of that bitch They ain't playin' chess, they be hidin' from hits Tell the meek, "You gon' die, my friend" Like I'm broke, stolo slidin' up in After doin' the drill, change the firin' pan PTR with no hollows in it (I'ma bring the Hurst out) You a grave digger, you gon' kill 'em after, we gon' bury 'em dead Society he wanna join, he a straight killer, man I'm wearin' these new Diesels fitted (uh) My murder clothes Don't switch sides, throw up both my middle fingers, bitch, I ain't hoe Top tell y'all go step on shit (step) Told her, "Case closed" I say, "Put that belt on me, I cross five souls" Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him Fillin' up, they ain't fuckin' with me Mad man, leavin' blood in the streets Ball man, came only for grief Pray to Lord, we gon' pray 'fore we feast At the club, searchin' 'round for one chain Uppin', one click, more than one in might be We ain't here to party, we just scopin' the scene Talkin' soon as it end, one gon' die 'fore they leave About playin' with me (damn, baow) I got my fye, f*ck H.P.D I'm in that eye, I'ma shake the scene (f*ck 'em) I'm in that Nawf, right where you not Where you think I ain't nothin', I'm prolly sleep Runnin' circles around everythin', plan on catchin' me Still got no time for anomalies Steady pickin' out shit, who was sayin' they gon' step on me? After the fact, they can't even breathe Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much Don't discriminate, kick that front door, I say, "Off 'em" (said I give 'em knowledge) I told my baba that they cannot fault him Oh, oh, oh, oh (This is The Sound) Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh Jump, won't front on my .9, like I'm Whitey Bulger, yeah Play 'round with that, man, we don't ask or talk much I say, "Off 'em"