[NLE Choppa] Y´all niggas done woke me up Oh, I´m talkin´ redrum Turn me up mic, turn me up I´m talkin´ redrum
Ay, I´m talkin´ redrum
[NLE Choppa] Ay, I just flooded my necks on my chain, ??? Rollie on me but it do not tick I ain´t got time to spend with no bitch Stay on my grind, I´m tryna get rich Down for the kill, might catch me a body My nigga like Marty, he keep him a ??? Remember them days I was broke, I was bummin´ I got on my ass, I had to get something I hopped out my Phillies and hopped in my bag I´m baitin´ my gang and I´m throwin´ my flag You diss on my gang and his toe have a tag I run in your house and I´m hittin´ your stash He say he want smoke, we bringin´ that pressure Them bullets hit, turn his shirt to ketchup All gas, yeah we can´t let ´em
Keep my body on the dressure Damn son, where´d you find this?
[NLE Choppa, YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I´m talkin´ redrum, I´m talkin´ murder Them bullets hurt ya, flip you like a burger Or like a mattress, my nigga you can have it I´m all about the smoke, like a fucking crack addict Ain´t no cappin´ me, nigga all I know is murder (Murder) I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of (Heard of) Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon´ pull up straight up in they circle (Grr, prr) Pull up, we lettin´ off shots (Yeah)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Got into it on the corner, same night got hit up Blowin´ up Montana phone, he ain´t never pick up Dump passin´ by through the north, for the pick-up Drownin´ wit´ a Glock, everybody gettin´ shook up In Jail, at the table, I was fixin´ me a hook up Police in my face every time that I look up Bitch left, I ain´t really trippin´ on that, fuck her Nutted in her face last time that I fucked her Left jail no time, money I done ran up Every real nigga fuck wit´ me gon´ stand up I was on the ground, real quick I done came up Changed up on me, nigga, I could never blame them Nigga ever play real quick, I´ma shame him Say he want fight, Baby Joe gon´ zip him Run up on me try me jack, nigga I´ma flip him Gotta kill a nigga since that boy play wit´ ??? ´nem (Woah)
I put that on my children real quick, I´ll take a fuck nigga soul (Soul) Gone off them pills, Percocet, Molly, X, everyday I roll (Roll) You know it ain´t a joke, if he say he want smoke, I´ma hit him wit´ the pole (Boom, pow, pow, boom) Back then you ain´t know wit´ them false allegations, now you know Wet they block, I don´t know ´bout you (Know about you) Three niggas, four straps in the coupe (In the coupe) Get out the car, walk down when you shoot Shot one, Q said, "It was two" Fuck that, hit the other block, too Told her stop front the house, but they stopped at the corner
E went to hit and when he came out the roof Another body dropped, ´nother mamma cry Check this, where I´m from that shit happened everyday I was fifteen, me and Bun sellin´ Yay Youngest nigga in the trap, so I´m strapped if you play Won´t hesitate, up and aim it at ya face (Face) I´m out that North, nigga knowin´ I´ma spray Ain´t up in my gang, then you knowin´ you can´t hang Me and KD in a Benz ridin´ down 38 Every time I´m in the city, man I´m runnin´ to that thang Ben strapped wit´ a Glizzy and I´m strapped wit´ a K Every nigga wit´ me wit´ it, I know they gon´ bang
But you dyin´ on scene if you reach for my chain (Reach for my chain) Yeah, you know we slangin´ nine ´bout that North side, landlord, I ain´t playin´ ´bout that (´Bout that) NBA be my gang, bitch I stand on that (I stand) Real diamonds on my neck, spent them bands on that Bitch nigga call my phone, I don´t never call back Call 3Three, he´ll tell them niggas I don´t want chat In the studio wit´ shade, in the studio wit´ strangers On the grind everyday, I been chasin´ that sack Real 38 Baby, I´m from ´cross the track You could keep yo´ lil money, I don´t wanna do no track
One Million views, I´m restarting today You could think that I´m slippin´, I keep me a strap (Bitch)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Ain´t no cappin´ me, nigga all I know is murder I come straight off them streets, and I know that gang you heard of (Gang you heard of) Niggas say they want beef, you know we gon´ pull up straight up in they circle (Straight up in they circle) Pull up, we lettin´ off shots, there´s gonna be a murder (Ayy)