YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Bring Em Out

[Intro] Yeah, that too (Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though) [Verse] Bring 'em out (Out) For that money, I'ma rush all day (Bring it) Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I count it up now I ain't hear nothin' y'all say (Nah) They don't know I came up from the bottom (Bop) But they know that these niggas be flodgin' (Flodgin') She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar (Huh) From the hood, but shawty a model (Let's go) If I see the lil' bitch, I run down on a bitch I don't bust it from out of the car I got bitches roll 6s, on God Lockin' in like she a lil' boy Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard How I live, I be playin' my cards On the real, I got bro with the rod He gon' shoot it the minute he saw it He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the masi Get that money and fuck on these hoes Run it up and he stick to the code Double R, this the life that he chose (Real slime) I be steppin' in Margiela mode (Big stepper) I got Louboutin all on my clothes On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose Hunnid, hunnid, wipe straight off his nose My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt" (Slatt) Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lac' Hand out money so bro get a pack Every come Monday, I give her a bag Every two weeks, she go get her a wax Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass I'ma spin on his ass, I'ma blow out his mind Let off a shot, you want war with the slime Ridin' in a foreign, do the dash, I'm slidin' Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side Pull up, start dumpin' and send 'em a sign Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin' Like we sold a show, we gon' send a deposit Turn a bag, yeah I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls I'm the man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go I'm in a band, yeah, I got drums on bottom of these sticks if you ain't know I can dig up some gold like LSU Make a beat with the Glock like I'm Southern She be talkin' to me like a baby Had to ask the lil' ho, "Where your mother went?" Don't wan' fuck her, I lie, I been celibate Play that role until you come relevant Give a bag I know they gon' step on shit I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me I'ma gangsta for real, ain't no cappin' If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic You could play, send a shot at your mammy Flyin' money around like some dangers I be dancin' like Elvis, go Manson Helter Skelter, I kill the whole clan and Say a prayer, then I go back to plannin' She ain't right tryna trap with a baby I'ma throw me one back and go brazy She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy Stay down, kept it real, and he made it They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican He gon' go to the max, he a madman I got Molly in me like a beach tan I put J on my feet with them old bands I went bought 23 with the old money I could go pull out some old hundreds I got a whole lot of new money I say a word, get you fronted I say a word, get you knocked off I take the charge, it's my fault I send them youngins to spin on your bin, they knocking you off and your bro, dawg And I get the addy or drop where you be at, we gon' blow it and tear the whole house down And I'm on the block where you barely could be at, it won't take you that long to get shot down If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around (4kTrey) Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found Old heads, they a Vet, they gon' roll around If they know that they got it, they do it now I got money— [Outro] That's it? Man, you got me trippin' in this bitch, man Ain't never bring the hook up I'm slime, nigga, it ain't nothing