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YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Digital Lyrics

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(Medusa, what you on, n****?)
(We love you, Heavy)
(Say 10, stay dangerous)
Nah

Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he liked to play, days of old
He ain’t gotta worry ’bout what I do ’cause I’m gon’ get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s

I’m a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you (Yeah, yeah)
I spent my whole life in war, my life in danger
That’s on my backpack with a stack and I’ma spank you (Baow, baow)
Gravedigger fuckin’ spin ’em, gonna stain ’em
So many chains, they might get tangled
This pack what I’m smokin’ famous
Fillin’ places, get it to the point where we just fight with bangers
YoungBoy just like Bruce Wayne
Paul Pierce, John Wall
This for to when I was locked up in the feds, ain’t answer one call
Bitch, you know you better turn down, I’ma stand up
This money holdin’ all my jeans down, can’t pull my pants up
You seen ’em stop the stolo, spin around, unlock my window, thug
This clown-ass n**** gon’ try to run then hit the ground as soon as it bust
Know I got it in the clutch
Do or die, no one to trust
Cold and my heart cold
Bangin’ ’til I’m out of breath
Hustle ’til I can’t no more
Smokin’ joes to ease the stress
With my n****, he a mess
We in the old model stock ‘Vette

Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he liked to play, days of old
He ain’t gotta worry ’bout what I do ’cause I’m gon’ get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s

I’m a motherfucking gangster, mama, thank you
Came out the yard with hard and now I’m rich and famous, oh, oh, oh
Been a felon since ’17, they say I’m dangerous
‘Cause they know every time they catch me, I got a banger (Yeah, slime, slime)
Grandma died, I meant Baba, I picked up my prayer beads
Evil and don’t like to talk, I think I’m a rare breed
In the city, know I bust brains, green flag, demon seed
Kill two, that’s Siamese, I’m on the 8 right where the river be
Epitome, go tell ’em they can’t get rid of me, nah
If my life a stick, my youngins, they gon’ kill to eat, ah
I got four-door matte black Range Rovers, I got ten cars
Bought my mama a house in Houston and moved grandpa from out that North

Digital scale with a digital pole
My old-head, he liked to play, days of old
He ain’t gotta worry ’bout what I do ’cause I’m gon’ get me some dough
Stack my money up and then I buy an old-school on 24s

Yeah, this Slime, man
Lil Top, this Slimeto
You already know what it is, 4K Trey
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon’ die today?
Bitch-ass n****, ain’t nobody safe
My old-head, he play, days of old, n****
I’m tryna get me a Cully
I’m tryna get me a Cullinan with the top down on 24s, believe that

  • Written by: 27 Heavy, K10Beatz, Medusa Beats, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
  • Album: The Last Slimeto
  • Released: 2022

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