YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Cold Blooded Alternative

[Intro] (Bruh N’ Laws) I’m in this bitch say I'ma call it a workout Aye, and I’m prolly finna do this bitch over I'ma call it a work out, get the guitar out (I'm all the way out) Aye draco, whip yo dick out on that hoe mane fuck that bitch [Chorus] Stupid lil bitch, every nigga that diss me right now head blown off Except for two of em cause them niggas be running They know how we coming, they know what we bout Cold blooded steppa, big E don’t talk We gon’ spin on they block till they all layed out We was laying down law till the flag came out Cop out, drop out let the stick go bow [Verse] Money be talking, intelligent Diamonds gon’ shine on the back of the tek philippe We buy that work еvery day we be strеtching it If it ain’t bizz through the night we gon’ step on shit Stuffing my pocket, balmain full of hunndos NBA gang, big dump head huncho Buss a nigga brain, leave the stake then we lay low Back thuggin on the block same day that the case close Mucha, pronto screaming for the pesos 50 shots onna Glock, 100 inna draco Going in the floor every time that the bank close I ain’t got no mind, drop a bag on a stank hoe Tryna kill a hoe, every time with the bite down Q yard, pit bull make a nigga rrrrr 350 shoot the burners head like i’m herm Had to zip a nigga, he wasn’t waiting on his turn Aye slow down, nah fuck that! Hit a nigga ass with the tec, but i make a nigga learn (bitch come here) Ecclesiastes, we be under the sun Thuggin hard i went flooded my son Money coming we been bagging up lunch All well starting to look up to runch Shyne calling, i jacked him out a audemar Fuck a nigga boy you know that we dumb! Steady juggin, got that food for real Big E do damage with that tool for real You know who i am, Q steady losing grams my nigga a fool for real We be dishing out the blues for real, knock a nigga out his shoes for real Don’t got no mind, rob a nigga for some time You know how we do it for real Bitch getchere [Chorus] Stupid lil bitch, every nigga that diss me right now head blown off Except for two of em cause them niggas be running They know how we coming, they know what we bout Cold blooded steppa, big E don’t talk We gon’ spin on they block till they all layed out We was laying down law till the flag came out Cop out, drop out let the stick go bow