Paroles Ampd up Youngboy Never Broke Again

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Y'all hoes wildin', woah, no-no-no-no, oh
(XO) Yeah, it's Top nigga
Huh, huh
Throwin' all that, woah
Woah, inside, yeah, yeah

Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
Yeah, I'm sweatin' bad on that shit, boy
If I put you on my list you gon' get blicked, some with that hit squad
I'm the same nigga, once that shit get started, then I get goin'
Man, fuck that shit, I'm in this bitch, don't play with me
I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em

I got a seventy-round stick, inside, a bag of .223s (Yeah)
Duh, I made the screamin', put your pussy ass to sleep
I said I hate all these niggas and all these niggas hate YB
Don't trust these hoes but all these hoes be all on me
Look, bitch make one diss, we gon' bust your tomato
How you out a blick? It ain't nowhere that I came though
You better get your bitch, come with my clique, she get dicked down
Come on, punch me in my shit, watch how my youngin' wave my switch 'round
I don't know you 'round this bitch, you don't exist, I make you get down (I spray the ground)
Baow, baow, baow, baow, that's that choppa sound
Whipped down, jump out with guns, try to run and we gon' chase ya down
Hrrt, pow, whoop, baow, skrrt, with your body now

I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Yeah, and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me (Yeah, ah, ah, ah)
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me (Ah, ah, ah-ah)

She arch her back and throw that ass like a boomerang (Throw it back)
Clique of bad bitches poppin' pussy, that's the Gucci gang (Gang, gang)
Booty hangin' out her shorts, she dressin' like a hoochie mane
Popped this hundred back, and I'ma fuck her like a Superman
I'm flyer than a bitch (Yeah, yeah)
Casamigos got me out my mind in this bitch (Yeah)
And I keep gettin' better like some wine in this bitch (Yeah)
The only thing I love with drink I time in this bitch (Oh)
Shawty got some back (Oh)
Keep me comin' back (Oh)
I treat her like a snack (Oh)
I need to put it in (Oh)
Cut the people out of business, got to keep it under raps
Better keep that money comin' 'cause it keep a nigga amped

I'm amped up and I'm in here doin' a grave digger
Hope you ain't pull up to my show, ain't brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Yeah, and you won't make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon' get stained with 'em
Shawty goin' crazy, hit it and she throwin' all that ass on me
I'm in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I'm doin' my dance, don't try to act on me
Goin' through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me