YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Cold Blooded

[Intro] (Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flexin') Like Ross say, can’t forget bout yo brother, no Never forget bout yo’ brother, look (This is the sound) [Verse] Run down and bust a nigga shit, since he like to talk Cold blooded, we make the police come and draw the chalk Them niggas steppin’, but ain’t like them boys out that nawf People run and tellin’ the police bout everything they saw Boy you a bitch, you told Yo Gotti I drew down on you (Oh, for real?) C-Bo can’t save you, I catch you, I’m gon’ run down on you Fuck them fat bitches that’s with you, I’ll open fire on ‘em I told you stories bout them bodiеs, you know how I’m coming (How I’m comin’) 38 baby, you say fed, you better stand on that (Stand on that) Jump out on you, bitch you try to run, gon’ shoot you in your back Rеady for to die, my mama know that I ain’t scared of that Yo’ chain around my neck pussy boy, you can have it back ‘Posed to be my brother, but you changed up like them other niggas Back up on that gangster shit, you got me screaming fuck a nigga Anywhere you at, no it ain’t shit just for to touch you nigga Ain’t gave C-Bo shit, bitch I gave something to all my fuckin’ niggas (That’s on Montana) Six hundred thousand in the bank, just for a rainy day Two hundred thousand up in Chase, I can spend any day Want you to diss me in your song, I’m waitin’ on that day (Day) So I can call you like “Meet up” and shoot you in your face Drive by up in the bottom, I just beat another case Never been in jail for months? Say lil’ boy, we can’t relate You know all my niggas bout it, you done showed me that you fake No competition, fuck Tay-K, bitch I ain’t in no race Grandma I hope that you forgive from the way I’m livin’ Mama don’t tell me bout my pistol, niggas wanna kill me Bitch when I met you, you was real but now you start to switchin’ Draco bouncing up and down like switches, shoot it till it’s clickin’ DonDada love violence, nigga all I want is bodies On top of that, say bitch, I want ten million dollars Since you did that, I swear that it’s a problem On my mama, I ain’t stoppin’ On my son, you gotta pop me, bitch [Outro] 38 baby nigga, yeah I’m fed, I’m too fed But not when you say it, bitch you better stand on it, believe that Fuck this rap shit, you know how I’m livin’