Bout It
[Intro: Youngboy Never Broke Again & DesignerDon]
Wha?
(Yeah we too turnt up)
Mic check, one two
(How you wanna do it)
I’m a check one and stretch two, Believe that
(Bitch I’m too influenced)
Look, look
[Verse 1: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
In the car, just me and fye’ thing with a .357
And you can catch me in the baton where some n***as be stepping
And i won’t sell that bitch a ounce but I’ll sell em a .7
Up with that stick right in the esoph’ and I done let off eleven
(Blrrrd, Bow)
Now, look here
I know some youngin’s in that north that need some money
Relay the clip, if it start clicking, fore’ a fact bitch he gone burn em
Choppa it hit it and slump em
Impact gone hit em and turn em
(Bow)
Heard that he stashing that money
We gone break in his house in the morning
(Let’s go)
I was way at a show when I heard they stepped on Lil Dave
N***a come up approach me bout’ it
I’m a let the bitch have it
A bitch’ll tell me bout’ my bro cause that hoe know I’m a savage
(Know I’m a savage)
My brother say he like to fight
I drop a bag on a phantom
Real quick, this shit get real, declare the war and I stamp it
Let 20 shots out from that tec
And this bitch here do some damage
(Blrrrd Blrrrd)
Police got ‘hind me and Lil Ben ain’t hesitate I had ran it
(Skrrt)
And park the car, it’s out of sight, we the baddest
Before you rep you better go and catch a body
(Bitch)
And I ain’t got this gun for to show off to nobody
(Stick)
N***a ran his bike into my car
I up that bitch and shot it
(Come here)
VVS’s left my neck on froze but they know I’m the hottest
(Slime
[Pre-Chorus: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Murder Man off that top, fore’ the drop, plot and stretch some
My n***as hit yo block up with that Glocks
And they got wet some
I’m running with some n***as off that eight
And they gone reck some
(Bitch)
I bet that bitch get shot up in his face for tryna check some
(DesignerDon: Slime shit)
[Chorus: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Say he gone kill me on my mama
I ain’t hiding bout it
All of my n***as bout that drama
We gone slide bout it
Come with the Glock up off my hip
We step on anybody
Done come through bouncing over here
If you ain’t kill nobody
[Verse 2: DesignerDon]
Ayy, Hollon
I be that young n***a, copping swag
Knowing I’m a pop it best
(On God)
Just cop me some drip
That ain’t even come out to the public yet
(Ha)
Aiming for the head
We don’t give a damn bout’ yo stomach at
(Bow, bow, bow)
Known to get a hundred racks
Nick cannon, cause the drum attached
And I’m a real n***a talking better shut up when I’m speaking
Gucci belt
My child gone feel designer when I choose to beat em
Knowing I’m bound to move weight
Louis print all over my suitcase
She got my number this weekend
I’m already tryna’ plan to fuck on a Tuesday
Lit n***a I’m having it my way
Lil bitch and I’m fucking her sideways
Now cut the beat for a moment of silence
My n***as just raised the crime rate
Now back to me popping shit
Bro in the field he copping bricks
He play, it’s up i swear we giving H.E double hockey sticks
(Pussy)
Look
N***as gone cry in jail
Yo chain to fake, yo diamonds fell
I almost shot my watch cause my lil clock steady be telling twelve
(Telling twelve)
Me and Top we raising hell
We asking where the rod at
No pun intended, I’m headed to the top, i see where God at
I’m super turnt, got major drip
Them racks I got a lot of them
My brother gotta beam
That shit so green like he draymond and them
Oh, that be the Don and them
My nut, she better swallow them
Hopping over fences like we dunking on a toddler rim
(Let’s go)
Got up off my ass and now they madder that I ran it up
Fuck the case, I do the race like queen for the Stanley cup
Went and bought a watch
‘Cause they be watching and they fan of us
Call yo shooter Caitlyn Jenner cause he wasn’t man enough
Slimey ass, grimey ass, violent ass shit
(Violent ass shit)
You a crying ass, lying ass, whining ass bitch
(Whining ass bitch)
Ain’t no brother left behind we on some silent ass licks
And to my opp we got the drop
That’s what yo hiding ass get
(Pussy, haha)
Wha?
(Yeah we too turnt up)
Mic check, one two
(How you wanna do it)
I’m a check one and stretch two, Believe that
(Bitch I’m too influenced)
Look, look
[Verse 1: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
In the car, just me and fye’ thing with a .357
And you can catch me in the baton where some n***as be stepping
And i won’t sell that bitch a ounce but I’ll sell em a .7
Up with that stick right in the esoph’ and I done let off eleven
(Blrrrd, Bow)
Now, look here
I know some youngin’s in that north that need some money
Relay the clip, if it start clicking, fore’ a fact bitch he gone burn em
Choppa it hit it and slump em
Impact gone hit em and turn em
(Bow)
Heard that he stashing that money
We gone break in his house in the morning
(Let’s go)
I was way at a show when I heard they stepped on Lil Dave
N***a come up approach me bout’ it
I’m a let the bitch have it
A bitch’ll tell me bout’ my bro cause that hoe know I’m a savage
(Know I’m a savage)
My brother say he like to fight
I drop a bag on a phantom
Real quick, this shit get real, declare the war and I stamp it
Let 20 shots out from that tec
And this bitch here do some damage
(Blrrrd Blrrrd)
Police got ‘hind me and Lil Ben ain’t hesitate I had ran it
(Skrrt)
And park the car, it’s out of sight, we the baddest
Before you rep you better go and catch a body
(Bitch)
And I ain’t got this gun for to show off to nobody
(Stick)
N***a ran his bike into my car
I up that bitch and shot it
(Come here)
VVS’s left my neck on froze but they know I’m the hottest
(Slime
[Pre-Chorus: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Murder Man off that top, fore’ the drop, plot and stretch some
My n***as hit yo block up with that Glocks
And they got wet some
I’m running with some n***as off that eight
And they gone reck some
(Bitch)
I bet that bitch get shot up in his face for tryna check some
(DesignerDon: Slime shit)
[Chorus: Youngboy Never Broke Again]
Say he gone kill me on my mama
I ain’t hiding bout it
All of my n***as bout that drama
We gone slide bout it
Come with the Glock up off my hip
We step on anybody
Done come through bouncing over here
If you ain’t kill nobody
[Verse 2: DesignerDon]
Ayy, Hollon
I be that young n***a, copping swag
Knowing I’m a pop it best
(On God)
Just cop me some drip
That ain’t even come out to the public yet
(Ha)
Aiming for the head
We don’t give a damn bout’ yo stomach at
(Bow, bow, bow)
Known to get a hundred racks
Nick cannon, cause the drum attached
And I’m a real n***a talking better shut up when I’m speaking
Gucci belt
My child gone feel designer when I choose to beat em
Knowing I’m bound to move weight
Louis print all over my suitcase
She got my number this weekend
I’m already tryna’ plan to fuck on a Tuesday
Lit n***a I’m having it my way
Lil bitch and I’m fucking her sideways
Now cut the beat for a moment of silence
My n***as just raised the crime rate
Now back to me popping shit
Bro in the field he copping bricks
He play, it’s up i swear we giving H.E double hockey sticks
(Pussy)
Look
N***as gone cry in jail
Yo chain to fake, yo diamonds fell
I almost shot my watch cause my lil clock steady be telling twelve
(Telling twelve)
Me and Top we raising hell
We asking where the rod at
No pun intended, I’m headed to the top, i see where God at
I’m super turnt, got major drip
Them racks I got a lot of them
My brother gotta beam
That shit so green like he draymond and them
Oh, that be the Don and them
My nut, she better swallow them
Hopping over fences like we dunking on a toddler rim
(Let’s go)
Got up off my ass and now they madder that I ran it up
Fuck the case, I do the race like queen for the Stanley cup
Went and bought a watch
‘Cause they be watching and they fan of us
Call yo shooter Caitlyn Jenner cause he wasn’t man enough
Slimey ass, grimey ass, violent ass shit
(Violent ass shit)
You a crying ass, lying ass, whining ass bitch
(Whining ass bitch)
Ain’t no brother left behind we on some silent ass licks
And to my opp we got the drop
That’s what yo hiding ass get
(Pussy, haha)