NBAYOUNGBOAT

NBAYOUNGBOAT - Lil Yachty/Youngboy Never Broke Again

Producer：Digital Nas

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I don't know what you take me for ho

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I ain't goin' for it

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Young rich I'm a bad getter

Hoe I don't with broke

Always held my own since I jumped up off the porch

You ain't know now you know Hi-tec pour a four

Roll me my sack before I come in

80 thousand dollars plus a jet on a backend

Twenty twin twins finna get plucked like a chicken

Brother locked up he spent much time in the kitchen

We ain't really with that pretendin' and pretendin' and

I got six Catholic hoes in here sinnin' and sinnin' and

Pour that up bust it down hoo

Bought a new crib it got several amenities gang

You gon' get shot like the Kennedys yeah

With Lil Boat and YB doot pew

Carbon it sound like a dump truck trraaa

Soon as I up we gon' back up boom boom

She wanna I'ma smash her smash

He want a verse I'ma tax him I'ma tax him

Say you want smoke it ain't 'bout nothing

I know that ain't 'bout nothing he ain't 'bout it

Bring out the boat when the flood coming

Strapped with a TEC when you pull up on me

I'm with the .38 baby my neck see more water than the Navy gang

I was finna your my then I got lazy ugh

I saw your new watch that cool but my crazy

Canary yellow diamonds in my mouth like I bit a daisy yeah

I'm with Lil Baby yeah keep a .380 yeah pew pew

I'm with big Slime yeah you know we goin' brazy yeah slatt

17 with four babies yeah

Lotta money know they hate me yeah

One on four they try to play me yeah

Shoot his right up in here pew pew pew pew

Diamonds they shine like a headlight shine

I keep that lil' off her head right

I'ma lay up and on her every night every night

When I'm leavin' I'm headin' straight to the flight no

Got a tiger but no I'm not Mike Tyson Mike Tyson

Scuff in the club like Fight Night Fight Night

I make that lil' ho act right act right

I tell that up my sack right

Put that lil on a Spirit flight gang

Return her next to me one night nyoom

We running and ducking from squad lights hoo

I got 32 shots in the gun fight

These sweet like a honey bun sweet

Don't worry 'bout where my money from

At the crib on the couch we got huntin' guns doot

Dissect his hand from his other arm doot doot doot

Young rich I'm a big bag getter woo

Snitch never met a real

Never had six figures my do tricks

I go by Lil Boat and I'm coolin' with some real hittas gang

Whip on the wrist that's a brick on the fist

No light needed for this chain it's gon' glist yeah

VS one stone that not far from flawless

A pretty my money gorgeous Lil Boat