Funds - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Body after body on these bitch-ass niggas

Yeah we choppin 'em

Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand

It won’t be the ops

Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fan

Tell the young nigga just stop

And I been getting money since I learned that I can

Turned up the one who held me down, now it cost me

I be switching up the mode on horizon

Holding on to my pole on the side of the Bentley

Different type of flex I don’t need more cars (slime)

Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)

That’s my bruh, and ima paint with him

Hit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with him

You ain’t finna score shit, shouldn’t have came with him

Post up with them sticks smoke gang switchin'

Snake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers

My clique send them all at your brain niggas

Top of the business I got more points then a beanbag

Tighten your arm up, before you shoot a loose kickback

Layin' on my gravedigger chain, we’ll hit at

Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that

Murder through any hood, same with Big Hat

X shit, my little nigga Sewer bang cartel

Rank shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale

You ain’t got to check shit as long as the set well

Count a million cash got the time going slow

Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I’ve seen

Riding a wraith out through the night

Tell her to take the vibe

Upgraded my necklace I’m keeping it clean

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex

First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that

Boss up, cause I’m knowing that you bout that

Can’t let a nigga think you an outlet

It ain’t nothing you can’t get, you a breadwinner

Took the heart out for K, left the head with her

Standing on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em

Already got my niggas just stalking, he a dead sitter

Before I departed away from my soul

Told you my son’ll stay with 'em

He get chased in this bitch and get hit with the stick

Make sure that they lay in the grave with him

Came through, shots out coupe

Homerun, Top Babe Ruth

Keep your cool standing on business

Don’t break no rules never for a penny

I ain’t buying that cash, I get it rented

I be on they ass, 'till they burried in the city

I popped that boy, I’m mad I ain’t finish

You don’t deserve for to live pussy bitch you ain’t

Count a million cash got the time going slow

Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I’ve seen

Riding a wraith out through the night

Tell her to take the vibe

Upgraded my necklace I’m keepin' it clean

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex

First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that

Boss up, cause I’m knowing that you bout that

Can’t let a nigga think you an outlet

It ain’t nothing you can’t get, you a breadwinner

Took the heart out for K, left the head with her

Standing on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em

Already got my niggas just stalking, he a dead sitter

We on your ass nigga

We been gettin' it

Bitch, we on your ass

Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow

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