Joggers (feat. Stunna 4 Vegas) - DaBaby & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I just bought me a brand new whip (skrrt-skrrt) Just cop me some brand new chains (brand new chains) Brand new Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my wrist) Just cop me four new rings Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (fuck nigga, no, I don't need) I deliver it all in cash (all in cash) Anything I want, I can buy (I want I can buy) Left the mall with all these bags (all these bags) I just bought me a brand new whip (skrrt-skrrt) Just cop me some brand new chains (brand new chains) Brand new Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my wrist) Just cop me four new rings Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (fuck nigga, no, I don't need) I deliver it all in cash (all in cash) Anything I want, I can buy (I want I can buy) Left the mall with all these bags (all these bags) I just bought a new Glock with a leg on it (fah-fah) Then I went and bought a brand new Drac' I'll pop out in that brand new shit (uh-huh) You'll get stepped on in some brand new J's (pussy) Lil' bro tryna spend again and again, he say he full of rage (uh-huh) I coulda spent a bag on the opps, but I said "Fuck it" and went and spent it with Johnny Dang (cash) That lil' nigga dope, cocaine (dope) I'm hot like the top of the stove (uh) I ain't finna lay with no ho (uh-uh) I put dick in her mouth, make her take off her clothes (uh, uh) I won't go back and forth with no rap nigga (fuck) My lil' homie gon' strike him for sure (get him out of here) Yeah, I'm catching flights with my pole I'm a wolf with a nigga, it's smoke, let's go (bitch) I just brought a brand new scatpack (skrrt) Pulled off with no mileage I ain't trippin' 'bout brand new beef Bitch, I got cash to buy brand new bodies (on gang) It's up there, then leave it there, bitch He say it's on me, I won't dodge him (nope) It's wartime, they slidin' For Four Times, they itchin' to catch a homi' (Four Times) I just bought me a brand new whip (skrrt-skrrt) Just cop me some brand new chains (brand new chains) Brand new Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my wrist) Just cop me four new rings Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (fuck nigga, no, I don't need) I deliver it all in cash (all in cash) Anything I want, I can buy (I want I can buy) Left the mall with all these bags (all these bags) I just bought me a brand new whip (skrrt-skrrt) Just cop me some brand new chains (brand new chains) Brand new Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my wrist) Just cop me four new rings Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (fuck nigga, no, I don't need) I deliver it all in cash (all in cash) Anything I want, I can buy (I want I can buy) Left the mall with all these bags (all these bags) Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (no credit) I'd rather have it all in cash (all in cash) We smokin' on brand new opps (brand new opps) We smokin' on hella gas (hella gas) Young rich nigga, I'm livin' too fast (vroom) Foot on the gas, I pray I don't crash (don't crash) Hellcat ridin', I'm doin' the dash (vroom) Reckless lil' nigga, I'ma show 'em my ass Diamonds drippin' hard, nigga know that I'm stylin' (I'm stylin') Amiri jeans with the glide, sittin', I'm wildin' Alexander McQueen, I don't need no stylist (no stylist) That Draco act evadin' the way it be hidin' 30 thousand in my mouth but I don't really like smilin' Won't fuck with that ho, that bitch too childish That ho too basic, my bitch, she a model If it ain't 'bout a dollar, then done come around me (bitch) I just bought me a brand new whip (skrrt-skrrt) Just cop me some brand new chains (brand new chains) Brand new Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my wrist) Just cop me four new rings Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (fuck nigga, no, I don't need) I deliver it all in cash (all in cash) Anything I want, I can buy (I want I can buy) Left the mall with all these bags (all these bags) I just bought me a brand new whip (skrrt-skrrt) Just cop me some brand new chains (brand new chains) Brand new Rollie on my wrist (Rollie on my wrist) Just cop me four new rings Fuck nigga, no, I don't need credit (fuck nigga, no, I don't need) I deliver it all in cash (all in cash) Anything I want, I can buy (I want I can buy) Left the mall with all these bags (all these bags)

Fuck a hoe, I'll go jack off I ain't used to eat, sleep, or shit 'til I got that pack off Bread on his head, nigga got bald I told my steppa, call me when he dead on the Asphalt Bitch, this a big body Benz when I scratch off I won't even let my friends buy a trackhawk Hear the last nigga he killed, he did it mask off Before you lil' niggas go spin, take the tags off Oops, who that is? That's a bad broad, yeah She act like she love me, I told her, "That's cap, dawg" In love with guns before girls, that's my dad fault Touch me, I'll give you head start, blow ya ass off She say my name, she gon' put some respect on it Got a lil' bit of ass and some neck on her I'm paid, she want me to spend a lil' check on her But I'ma scratch off in that Vette on her I put up the static, went CAT on 'em Fat mouth, and I put a lil' dead on 'em Stretch one I won't diss 'em, I come step on 'em As soon as he come out, they stank 'em Park the whip, we be hopping out cranking They like 4x, and Baby back blanking Where I'm from, it go down like an anchor Murder for hire, my niggas be anxious Put the pin on the fin, I'ma spank 'em I hug the lil' hoe and she fainted Burn his ass, nigga ended up planking (bitch-ass dying nigga) I pull up all black, and I'm strapped on these niggas Niggas killas in their rap songs We the ones really stepping, dare you act wrong, lil' nigga The blogs be hating, want me black-balled Ain't hit the motherfucking lott'o, but I'm having beaucoup of them Ms in the bank Like the motherfucking Jackball Type to hustle so hard, had to stop and thank God Turned it off for 6 months, now I'm back on I'll air this bitch out and go back home Then go sit in the bed with my baby And let her watch goo-goo-ga-ga on my trap phone I'll be lost without her, that's my backbone Young nigga turnt up, and then he got rich, ain't it? On top of that, both my BMs with the shit, ain't it All you green ass niggas, turn it down, you can save it I was riding 'round the city selling pounds before I made it I finessed the whole world, then they found out 'bout DaBaby Pink slips, got 15 cars, no payment Cheap shit, I sold it all, they would take it Freak bitch, she lick the balls, she go baby Eat his dick, kick her out if she basic, tweak shit She drink it all with no chaser, creep shit We tryna find out where he staying, all week bitch We out there from night 'til a.m Fuck that hoe, I'll go jack off Fuck a fist fight, bitch, we tryna have a stand off He M.I.A., knock his man off Baby gave me the rock like a handoff Then I ran it up quick, whenever we do it, we doing it big Shawty headbutting my lap, whenever she do it, I'm pulling her wig I spent some racks on a 'fit, put some racks on his hat, they removing his lid Nigga spazzed, nigga, you and ya kids Turn this shit up before, time to do it again Billion Dollar Baby, nigga, fuck you talking 'bout?

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

BJ on the beat, boy Why the temperature say 80 degrees And I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here? Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on You think? (Goddamn, BJ with another) 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Take a dub, get some 'woods from the store Actin' tough, put some wood on a hoe Plenty lumber, we be ridin' like some hunters In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros Ask Patrol, I ain't never gon' fold When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze And my chain on freeze Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count Ayy, why you watching what I'm doin'? She took shots and won over Top I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top He want someone else every time I get bored I'ma sin like I'm 'Sace, he play all the chords If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it Wake up chasin' that money, we makin' up for it, yeah They wan' ride with the slime (Let's go) Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime She gon' take all the time for her to play with my mind She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Car go, from a push of a button Gun go, from a look all of sudden I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a hoe I got money, I said, I can transform any hoe Make a bitch 4K Trey, I'ma learn me a hoe Cut the grass for the snakes 'til the lawn motor blow 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me) In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea) Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally) Away from the drama It's just me and me and my 5th baby mama (5th baby mama) You don't want no problems Got that .45 up this bitch, that motor-stopper (That what Herm call it) They took red off the market, got six in the pint, for the 3K, I cop it Bought a watch like a 10K, the X what it sign for, I come out my pocket I had to make me some spiritual choices to knock off his noggin' I wanted some shit with more horses I went to the lot, had to widen the body Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick And don't tell nobody about it Cut you off like the hair on your twat Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass Follow who back? Tell the hoe follow me Plenty racks, thirty straps in my Kollar jeans Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets Got a nigga whole will in these Diesel jeans 13 hoes like Steve Nash Louis V duffle, keep the racks in the bag I'm tryna take the whole team in I got enough rooms for all they ass BJ on the beat, boy (Goddamn, BJ with another one)

(I got Hitman on the beat) Uh (Top, nigga) Spin it, don't compare me to these broke-ass niggas I ain't never blow the whistle Still see all my hoes official Know I control it by buyin' all the stolen pistols, yeah Can't tell me shit 'bout nothin' he said He'll leave you dead, I know my nigga We make hot, exotic rentals When you see that window roll down Don't fight back 'til that pole sound This KelTec could knock hoes down Bitch, get up out the way Youngin 16 That's who we got with the Drac' and he ain't got no aim Uh, frontin' that frrt and blowin' flames We gon' fight these cases with tactics, we don't give no names 4KTrey pallbearers, gravediggers, free Five, they got my slime in chains Talk 'nough rah-rah, niggas These niggas gon' die they touch my fuckin' chain Umm hmm Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Ha-ha, laughin', but I'll shoot you in your shit, hold up, baow, baow Take her, then I turn up your lil' bitch, hold up, wow, wow I came with it, make her scrape this extra water on my wrist I got the money, I'm juggin', I'm bouncin' I'm bootin', know nothin' 'bout no juggernaut I got them youngins, them hitters Them killers, you know they gon' turn this shit up a notch I got your ho and she bootin' I buy her a booty, she take 'em all to your spot I put your bitch on a mission She comin' back with it, I buy her Chanel, uh Bitch, I crash out with that semi, they gon' call 12 Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Kickin' shit, umm hmm I hit that bitch, umm hmm I kick my stick, umm hmm I'm with that shit, that umm hmm Got hella bats, umm hmm Big-ass gats, umm hmm Foreign whips, umm hmm My bitch got a big old ass, umm hmm Do the dash from them, skrrt We don't stop for nothin', skrrt Hold on, scrape the bowl, skrrt, skrrt I'm a savage on these hoes I don't wait for nothin' We'll drive off for to split them on the road Hold up, umm hmm, I'm with that shit Umm hmm, I kick my stick

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh You already know how I do it when I come I'ma spit some gangster shit to you You hear me? (Uh) Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin' Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us" Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me Young rockstar, oh, my God I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh) Save my soul Oh, I miss my old self (yeah) Save my soul Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back") Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin' I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it This is my testimony, yeah Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me Big .45 drum up on me with a beam I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no