YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Can’t Keep Up With Me

Lyrics from Snippet [Intro] (17) (D-Roc) Look [Chorus] Pull up in my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I'm richer Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I'm out them trenches Still in there, still deal wit' cos, still gon' send them fuckin' hittas Know I be on hella dope, still on drank but found my rhythm Pussy niggas can’t still keep up with me He been killin' shit, but still can’t fuck with me I got slimes that bang that fire', but still gon' shoot for free Turnt, can't control me, no, I’m on dope, dope, dope [Verse 1] I don’t let shit go, I say, “No, no, no" I just bought a brand new Glock and it ain’t come up out the stoe' If a opp try to block me off, I shoot this bitch right on the road I keep drugs inside my body and won’t let 'em take my soul Uh, uh, dope packs mail like he sеlling dope Pistol totin' ass nigga, keep that pole, huh Check his swag, hе make bag with these hoes, huh Killed that nigga 'bout that dissing, bet they know now He wan' just be like his cousin Meechy, real fuckin' slime He wan' be just like that nigga Yeezy, he wan' rolls huh He just wan' be real fuckin' Shiesty like his uncle, huh? He just wan' be real fuckin' icey like he Santa son He say he don’t wanna be nobody, he wan' be Lil Top He say he don’t give a fuck about it, just give him the guap He say “Yall could make an album 'bout it, just don’t fuckin' try” Get the fuckin' industry on his side, he still gon' die [Chorus] Pull up in my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I’m richer Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I’m out them trenches Still in there, still deal wit' cos, still gon' send them fuckin' hittas Know I be on hella dope, still on drank but found my rhythm Pussy ass niggas still can’t keep up with me He been killin' shit, but still can’t fuck with me I got slimes that bang that fire', but still gon' shoot for free Turnt, can't control me, no, I’m on dope, dope, dope [Verse 2] Fuckin' on yo' hoe Know they can’t control me, prolly spit on that lil hoe, bitch Put me back in jail and I was still in there on dope Know that we don’t give no fuck, try splittin' him on the road Yeah, that my bro Who be out the window? Mike Amiri, know I put it on Bucking, kill to jail, don't kill me and they know I let it known I'ma flex somethin', told the bitch don't call my phone Sent the blitz on 'em, run 'em down like bam, bam, bam Don't give a fuck 'bout who up here, we could shoot it down Don't give a fuck 'bout if you wit it, you a part of the crowd, clown Kill 'em down while you up here wit' that blicky make a sound We gon' probably catch em smokin' loud, ridin' round in a [Chorus] Pull up in my convertible, still ain't lookin' like I’m richer Dior fit straight out the stores, still look like I’m out them trenches Still in there, still deal wit' cos, still gon' send them fuckin' hittas Know I be on hella dope, still on drank but found my rhythm Pussy ass niggas still can’t keep up with me Heed that killin' shit, but still can’t fuck with me I got slimes that bang that fi', but still gon' shoot for free Turnt, can't control me, no, I’m on dope, dope, dope