The Last Backyard...

The Last Backyard... - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Kentrell Gaulden/Tavian Carter

It's on fool

I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna

Kill 'em they try to play me

Hustlin' got plenty paper

Try to take it I'm gon' knock some off

Smokin' on paper keepin' my mind on murder

F**k dissin' we tryna catch the b***h in person

That's when it goes down

Ain't no pick and choose

Nah

We don't ever lose

We known to break the rules

Ah

Put that stick on dude

Now them n***as screamin' they gon' stretch me too

Blow his mind soon as that b***h go boom

Like design we don't leave no clues

You want my name I want your head

So what the f**k you wanna do

Ooh

I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news

Them choppers screamin' like ooh

I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news

They gon' say they got the police tryna stop him

He run his mouth 'bout Top 'nem

Got the drop and them we popped him

Should be glad that your not him

In my Rolls Royce ridin' with no tint

Got them sticks on us like tree limbs

Big Glocks big knots they know him

We be ridin' around on big rims

We schemin' tryna zip him and all the rest

Shawty hangin' 'round a b***h 'nem we gon' put 'em all to rest

The ones that follow chicks I'm really ballin'

What I got buy all again Backyardigans

Ooh

I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news

Them choppers screamin' like ooh

I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news

Drivin' fast can't get a pass you crash n***a

Skrrt skrrt skrrt

Cross the line we gon' bust his a*s

We gon' do 'em bad leave 'em smashed n***a

Boom boom bah

Ridin' around with these chains on got my pockets filled with that bag n***a

F**k all these h*es then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad n***a

Mad ha

When I up release the whole mag n***a

I'm in here

Don't buy the h*es at all they tend to slow me down and they won't stop

Nah

They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot

And I'm hot

Buy that Bentley and I buy another car

Another car

I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money what the f**k

Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up

Got all these youngins with me armed n***a we don't give a f**k

It go down shoot it up

We bust and leave a n***a stuck run with the crowd catch up with us

Ooh

I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news

Them choppers screamin' like ooh

I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news yeah

Ooh

They gon' say they got the police tryna stop him

He run his mouth 'bout Top 'nem

Got the drop and them we popped him

Should be glad that your not him

In my Rolls Royce ridin' with no tint

Got them sticks on us like tree limbs

Big Glocks big knots they know him

We be ridin' around on big rims