Guest - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Did you blow some checks?

Did you?

I don’t got no mind

I don’t got no mind

Man fuck that bitch cause she ain’t mine

Who you think you foolin?

I love all them meds

I know you fuck with them so watch me do me

Bitch you betta not stress

Hoe you tweakin, who you fuckin playin with

Don’t suck my neck

Bet I’m ballin, without the main coolin

Watch me blow a check

Bitch I go bezerk, lift up my shirt

I’ve been ballin sick I need a nurse

She feel like fuck me, she don’t love me

I admit it hurt, but I’ve been clutching

I’ve been thuggin on another turf

And plus man I’ve been fucking off

I put in too much work

Bitch you mad, I don’t sickening with your sad ass

You got a plan, fuck with who got the most cash

Bitch you bad, just don’t know that I’d leave your ass

Oh fine ass, bitch you better not let my feelings pass

Throw your set, where they at?

All the bad bitches in the back

You competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sad

Hundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tab

Can’t tell me leave, what i got that’s something you never had

Tats all on my belly, do you love convicted feelings?

R.I.P don’t but you get dumped, I send your ass to heaven

Bitch I never love her, she say she want me to comfort

I grind cause I don’t like your brother, who I’ll fuck your mother

They think I’m broke so they gonna leave, hold up, be my guest

Oh my fucking god, what I read, you ain’t cut like this

I know the draco mom upset, she said she want fucked on a jet

I told her I ain’t built like that, I’m loyal look who on my chest

Ha think I wanna fuck that bitch cause she look better

She said that she gonna fuck my life up cause I shouldn’t have met her

I’ll be who whatever, told that hoe I’m a trendsetter

We can be together, if you tryna

They think I’m broke so they gonna leave, hold up, be my guest

Oh my fucking god, what I read, you ain’t cut like this

I know the draco mom upset, she said she want fucked on a jet

I told her I ain’t built like that, I’m loyal look who on my chest

Throw your set, where they at?

All the bad bitches in the back

You competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sad

Hundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tab

Can’t tell me leave, what i got that’s something you never had

Bitch you mad, I don’t sickening with your sad ass

You got a plan, fuck with who got the most cash

Bitch you bad, just don’t know that I’d leave your ass

Oh fine ass, bitch you better not let my feelings pass

Throw your set, where they at?

All the bad bitches in the back

You competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sad

Hundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tab

Can’t tell me leave, what I got that’s something you never had