YoungBoy Never Broke Again — ADHD Humdee

[Intro] (DJ Swift on the track) (CashMoneyAP) I ain’t lyin’ Marc Fuck the song, [?] [Verse 1] You know how we livin’, accurate [?] nigga, from the position [?] actions, we changin’ from the way we be livin’ Hop out and blast it, acrobatics send him straight to the cellin’ Go demonstrate, fuck with me later once you handle your business I’m so bright, I spare your feelings, bitch (Grr) This shit I speak I can’t right of it What I think? Some psychotic shit My attention some psycho shit I think I need a psychiatrist Lot of musics that Tidal shit Long range, that’s that rifle shit ADHD, that’s the hype in me Million dollars, that’s the check from the label Ain’t even cash it, tell [?] to save it Never speak on it, it stay at the tablе Murder for hire, that favor for flavor Rock went to sleep with that clip likе a cradle 38 Baby, you hear it, it’s major Money tick tock on my clock on [?] [?], I ain’t countin’ that baby Don’t fuck with the beef and the way that it’s beatin’ Marc put it on, so you know I’ma flow [?] and it spit out that fire every time that I blow it Never wait on the shit, I don’t play with the shit Once I make up my mind, you know I’ma do it Step on that work, we be callin’ it [?] You ain’t sellin’ that work, you don’t know how to do it Walk in that bitch and I thug in the crowd Lie to that bitch, I’ma bite like a dog Smoke in the car, that be causing the fog Cut off my phone every time that she call Don’t know what I’m sayin’ but I feel like it’s raw A-Humdee Allah I’ma pray to Allah Boy you a dummy if you think I’m a Muslim A-Humdee Allah, [?] to God [Interlude] You gotta learn your history, you heard me? When you learn your history, you can become one of them man Right over left, you know what that mean My big brother a chief and he conversate with priests like king You heard me? Bitch ass boy You better stand on that, what you speak about nigga [Verse 2] Goin’ up and I ain’t fallin’ down Put Christian Louven’ on my feet Bitch, that’s that blood, take that Jordan off Bring ‘em back to the desert Old western with that sawed off Ain’t no way that my lil slimes speak some soft shit They that hard mouth Slime [Interlude] Hahaha, yeah You think I’m crazy? Nah You think I’m crazy I speak my [?] Nah, you like that? I know you do (Ah, ayy, excuse, ayy, I respect myself, but I appreciate you [?], bitch) [Verse 3] Beat that bitch up