Carter Son

Carter Son - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Kentrell Gaulden/Jacier Pearson/Lachlan Gentle/Kaleb

You're a Genius McFly

AI

It's the Carter's son

The Carter's

Turn me up a lil'

Picture me new 3D denim I'm city rollin'

Rollin'

But did I mention this my own clothin'

The f**k you mean

Made n***a bought my own Rollie

But if them crackers pull me over they gon' say I stole it

Good mornin' we on it I went bought two S trophies

My father left my sis and bros to them I feel I owed it

But let's not be heroic 'cause everybody roguish

They don't want us totin' guns but they let the f**kin' killers tote it

Let's take a ride and see though where them people be though

Colt 45 the grip design bought this b***h from Casino

Soprano no Soprino we live life like Yung Bino

Had a show in B-more after that post on the block with Chino

I'm a hustlin' motherf**ker

Look for a star on every hundred C note

I'm the top on YouTube f**k a new school I don't use no Vevo

These n***as 'round me they too cruel

They bust tools and die for me though

I don't pay money for no life the murder pay off me so

Came out alright

But I'm blinded from the life I can't see though

Got juveniles on the block thirty stick hangin' out the Glock

Bandana tied 'round the clip and they go all out for me though

Sucked all the pain up let's f**k the game up

Plenty n***as on the block pushin' that rock

It's the Carter's son

You got your change up they brought your name up

When it's war we wet they block and when it's said

This s**t'll never be done

I can't say I'm f**king with all this involvement

These n***as ain't right and they ballin'

I don't give a f**k no I call up Osama my baba

Like Load up and come and rob all them

Rob all them

Venezuela ventilator

My first trip to Georgia made 'em

Some companions with ambitions was

Double G NBA native

I wish baptism could've saved us

Never broke until the grave in

Excuse ourselves knock on the tables

I make a p***y bite the pavement

I can't say I'm f**king with all this involvement

These n***as ain't right and they ballin'

I don't give a f**k no I call up Osama my baba

Like Load up and come and rob all them

Rob all them

Came out alright

But I'm blinded from the life I can't see though

Got juveniles on the block thirty stick hangin' out the Glock

Bandana tied 'round the clip and they go all out for me though

That's my son that's my slime

He on my dime it's the Carter's son