Hurt - Never Broke Again, YoungBoy Never Broke Again & BBG Baby Joe

(David Tell 'Em) Nigga playin' 'round with that dope We send him straight through and fell I go post up in the North, I'm on the block causing hell I tell my dude lock down that corner, don't give a fuck 'bout no 12 'Cause once them bitches lock us up Soon as we touch, we jump bail (This is the sound) And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what's mine Don't give a fuck 'bout where you from You tote that flag, you a slime I'm smokin' pine I'm totin' that iron, it's every time that I'm slidin' I spent my last to calm my nerves, this bitch wan' play with my mind I ain't got no time just for the jokes 'cause my big bro doin' time Bitch throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme I come through swervin', gettin' dirty with them sticks in the ride Plus I'm servin' some shit you could cut 'bout four or three times I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab I'ma get a bitch clean as a bitch to drive a book and a half She want a 60, smelled the shit up, went to coughin', I laughed He said this shit already must be hit, so it ain't gotta take no bath Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your on off I ain't quarantinin' for a reason, we ain't closin' no stores I'm still screamin', "Killer season," zippin' shit 'bout my bros We got these hoes doin' wrong, they throw a right, that's the code Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell I chase that money like I'm Dezz, we drop that shit on Canell And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at 12 With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells This is music to another level, cold-blooded fuckin' stepper How much that you made now? I say 20 M's or better So I got money for to fuck up, rap gon' pay or settle Or we gon' rob your stupid ass out what you try to sell us Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin' 'round with that four pound You can't use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down They slumped that boy right at the store I swear it wasn't no showdown We blast at you and who because we aim to let a ho down Do a verse and get it back, I couldn't take a loss, huh But bitch, you play with mine Your shit get splatt, we take one off, huh Couldn't ever have no bitch, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh Drop a bag, I serve 'em raw, then knock 'em all down (All down) Pussy ass nigga, haha, yeah It's on birthday, nigga What you talkin' 'bout? Got the camera on me now, bitch ass nigga But I got somethin' that'll flash you way worser Ol' bitch ass nigga, I'll dirt him, you hear me? You already know how I get down, you already know how I'm bomin' Everything gon' start with a beef, bitch ass nigga, Blood gang or no gang You'll be in, you'll be in Ayy, what he say? You'll be in or you'll be out, what that bitch ass nigga say? You'll be in, and that's on Dump Yeah, bitch ass nigga, you'll get slumped on this side, believe that Yeah, what you on, for? Rapper gon' give it back and that's a fact

I, I said I didn't I said I really ain't wanna do the deluxe thing, man, but you know I'm ready to put out some, some new-new Show these niggas what I do-do (niggas ain't fuckin' with me) Blame it on Baby Deluxe (Firzt on the track, not Baby) Go Billboard Baby, what's happenin'? (what up?) These hoes wanna fuck 'cause I'm rappin' (yeah) I had to drop the deluxe Yup, I went up, got 'em uppin' they standards (let's do it) Blow at a nigga, no candle (boo) Ho-ass lil' nigga, can't stand him (can't stand him) Still ain't met me a ho I can't handle (go) These lil' niggas my sons like I'm Sampson Yroom (let's go) Baby just landed on a G4 (a G) And y'all ain't even seen a nigga turnt yet (turnt up) My favorite song on here is probably "PEEP HOLE" (whoo) Pass your boy the rock, I got the hot hand (I'm hot) Like Shaq when he was hittin' at the free throw (mmm) Got it on me, got it like it's legal (yeah) I bought it cash, I could've got the lease, though (yeah) Quarter-million dollars in the backpack (ooh) Y'all gon' make a nigga bring the trap back (okay) I let her throw that ass back (go) Pullin' on her hair, she call me dada (uh) Shittin' on these niggas, turn the fan on (pfft) You really gettin' money, put your mans on (roof) I stand on what I stand on (go) You fuckin' or you stayin' in the friendzone? (bitch) Billboard Baby, what's happenin'? (what up?) These hoes wanna fuck 'cause I'm rappin' (yeah) I had to drop the deluxe Yup, I went up, got 'em uppin' they standards (let's do it) Blow at a nigga, no candle (boo) Ho-ass lil' nigga, can't stand him (can't stand him) Still ain't met me a ho I can't handle (go) These lil' niggas my sons like I'm Sampson (Sampson)

Oh lord, Jetson made another one I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rocking all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh) Got 'em watching, my life is exciting Just Facetimed my daughter She laughing and smiling (Mwa) Still got shit on my plate from November (Uh-huh) A few open cases, they pendin' (Damn) Fuck around, think I'm signed to Cash Money (I) Pull up with a Drac' and a sprinter (I) Give a fuck how you think, how you feelin' (I) Could show you how to make a few million (I'm) So full of myself say I'm cocky (Yup) Ask the bitch if she copy, she copy (Okurr) I go straight through the door with my Glocky (Uh, uh) Niggas ain't really popping we popping (Yeah) Put the billion with baby, that business (Damn) Play with me, put his name on a t-shirt (A tee) Tell your boyfriend to go do his research (Uh-huh) She suck my dick every day Say her knees hurt (Hey, hmm) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rocking all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh) Got 'em watching my life is exciting (Hmm) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Your bitch on my dick, she a junkie (Uhh) I don't got no time (No, no) Every day all I do is get money They tryna tell me I'm a bad influence Talking bad about everything I do, uh Dunk on nigga like I'm Patrick Ewing I can't beat 'em up bet I'ma shoot 'em (Boom) Your bitch is a dog, she got rabies (Brr, ruff) I'm out doing shows State-to-state chasing paper (Uh) I just closed a deal for an M Now I'm out on a lake like a motherfuckin' Laker They left when I needed 'em, fucked up my feelings It filled up my heart full of hatred (Uh, huh, huh) Held it down on my own I proved everyone wrong every day (Ayy, ayy) God is great, it's amazin' (Ayy) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Pull up rocking all white like I'm Gotti (Ha) Put 'em up like a kite if he try me (Yuh, huh) Got 'em watching, my life is exciting (Hmm) I'm going baby on baby (Uh-huh) That nigga bitch, he think he a gangster He probably still slanging 380 (Ha) Probably told you I'm lit, come get you a sniff I'm pure like cocaine in the '80s Bitch That ain't the baby, that's my baby

I don't give a fuck who out here doing this shit man, yeah You know, nigga know what the fuck this is, man NBA man gang, ya heard me? I go by Young Boy, I'm the hottest younging, ya heard me? Fuck what a nigga talking, believe that (yeah) Everybody under disguise, man, they scheming These hoes will set you up, tell you they love you they don't mean it Full of syrup, bitch I'm leaning Smoking dope with the demon Send my younging at your little nigga give me a reason I heard a nigga say they turned me up, get off a nigga dick Don't like the fact that now I'm blowing up, nigga get on your shit I got turned on next Montana ain't nobody give me shit (no) Bitch I bought my own car, started my own dealership Cruising in Florida with my burner nigga faded To tell the truth, I don't why these niggas hating I stay with the .38, I won't let nobody take me And I know these niggas plotting, so I don't smile up in they faces Yeah, no, I ain't crazy, so bitch don't try to play me I'm a 38 baby, go against me I'm a slam 'em (slam 'em) Out the notch, know not to spare 'em (spare) Go with his move, bitch I dare 'em (dare 'em) Yeah, go with his move, bitch I dare 'em And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (I don't go nowhere) This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me) These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em) I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it (bitch I stand on it, gang) And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (nowhere without that iron on me) This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me) These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em) I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it For so long I've been slept on, got to make them believe me Just bought a Glock-up out the north, so that's them shots off the 3's Got the law up on my ass, demons up in my dreams Andy Gaulden was my uncle, robbing shit in my genes Nigga I'll prove it while you assuming I'm up in Houston, brand nee rod for my younging for whoever wanna do me With this beef shit, I don't stop like you red bitch I'm producing 33 let me hold the Glock, I'm just waiting for the Uzi pussy (gang, gang) I'm strapped in the booth right now But that's how the game go, they gon' talk You know, I ain't do nothing but turn up, niggas gon' hate Bitch ass nigga get your money up gang You heard me? I run my city, NBA, never broke again Yeah, 2016 shit nigga, NBA Live Bitch I stand on the gang Ayy-ayy, Youngboy Catch up... Ayy-ayy

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playing I'm that Smoke a blunt of strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at (I been that) And I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being wild Roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay, I walk in Looking around like where am I at? I just see the girl who's stuck in my head Tried to stay away but she reelin' me in We could have fun for the whole weekend Gotta thank God for the big backend We just had a whole new pack came in I just went and bought new Chanel lense Went on tour and I got new fans Real deal slime, got diamonds on my hands Real shooter time, I just made a hundred bands Lost one friend and I gotta advance Young rich nigga need to buy me some land Real gold digger, she don't need no man She so thick and the tone of her skin Make a nigga wanna try dating again Oh Holly, I'm so sorry You my only friend I feel you right onside me I never want this for the end Your energy keep on calling I pick up It seems like I can't keep 'em off me Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Real street nigga, why they hatin' on me? Tell me why I got this pain inside of me I tried to leave the beef alone, yeah honestly But I've been leaving niggas dead inside the streets Ohh Got them friends tryna bait us I say "hell nah" I'm like Holly All these fuckin drugs that I'm on I got blood running down my arms I don't wanna be alone They fucking fake the shit they say, it only make me stronger Cut out the tops now your dawgs done went missin' We clear out the block with a stick and a Glizzy We cut off her hair when she tryna commit it Interviewed by reporters while sittin' in the Bentley They know I did it while I'm rapping 'bout killing Truth for my city, I'ma say how I feel They say that nigga got several convictions You know how I'm coming, you know how we living Smoke a blunt, a strong, tell me, is you with that? I'm just tyna get to know you baby, tell me where you getting at I been that and I can take your pain to the Neverland Too busy being who I am Roll out, roll out, roll out, roll out Pull up then we show out Go up, rock out They pretend for the clout I am way too cool for y'all I only care 'bout myself I think I've seen a black cloud Okay