Coordination (Explicit)

Coordination (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Feds got us on they billboards got us on they billboards

But you know that I ain't goin' for it you know that

I ain't goin' for it

I stay hidden from the radar hidden from the radar

Under tint in them foreign cars ayy

Muhamed ali b**th come test me come test me

And watch out 'cause sh*t gon' get hectic get hectic

Me and my young niggas we reckless dumber

B**th we know who really steppin' baow

I don't get no sleep b**th I'm restless I'm restless

Five in the morning I'm up

Droppin' the pints and you know that I'm at it at it

I'ma tell you when to come

My girl left early in the morning

Talkin' 'bout she goin' to get her hair done b**th I ain't dumb

I can play the same game call a b**th over to the hotel room and

I'm bustin' her up

Ni**a on my dick inside the club

Sayin' he got bricks I'ma get him drunk

Money on deck meet me by the truck

I don't give a f**k ben stick 'em up

On the phone b**th I'm runnin' it with dump

Ni**a pull up man I'm finna come

Me and jordan dixon riding through that north

Down 38th strapped with a pump

Birdman got that dogfood up in valley park posted up goin' dumb

Kevin gates I remember we was young

Strapped up b**th forty with a drum

Yeah b**th I'm gettin' it

Straight out the north b**th I come straight out them trenches

No handouts yeah you know I had to get it

Know how I'm living ai youngboy I'm the sickest

Feds got us on they billboards got us on they billboards

But you know that I ain't goin' for it you know that

I ain't goin' for it

I stay hidden from the radar hidden from the radar

Under tint in them foreign cars ayy

They ain't believe that I did it

Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences

Forty glock in my britches

Tell that ni**a he can get it

They ain't believe that I did it

Was runnin' and jumpin' them fences

Forty glock in my britches

Tell that ni**a he can get it

Tall gall stand tall had to turn my phone off

Pray to living god that I never ever fall off

Really going in I'm headed for the powerball

Missed call call log had to turn my phone off

Diamonds in my teeth and you knowin' that I'll eat you out

F**k you real good yeah you knowin' what I'm really 'bout

Scuffed real good yeah you know we could fight it outs

Strapped up good what you mean we could shoot it out

Dumb ayy hold up

Dumb ayy hold up

Dumb ayy hold up

Dumb ayy hold up

Feds got us on they billboards got us on they billboards

But you know that I ain't goin' for it you know that

I ain't goin' for it

I stay hidden from the radar hidden from the radar

Under tint in them foreign cars ayy

Yeah b**th I'm gettin' it

Straight out the north b**th I come straight out them trenches

No handouts yeah you know I had to get it

Know how I'm living ai youngboy I'm the sickest

I'm the sickest