YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Dead Opps Gang Baby

Lyrics from Snippets [YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Hold on, pitchfork Knife on front that cutter take out three opps He a gang baby Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops Hell like I'm satan chasing after money Stop for nothin' I been real impatient Keep that on the under it come out we switching up locations [P. Yungin] Kill that pussy bitch and at his funeral a celebration Talking out your top we catch you lacking leave you swerving lazy [NBA Big B] Tappin with my youngin with that cutter he go crazy crazy Demon baby think he was a child of satan, maybe [YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I should put a bag on the whole team How you feeling nigga go to the lot Cash out on a brand new machine [P. Yungin] Bitch nigga play then I'ma punch him down Don't fuck round wit' me Hundred rounds for your partner but your other partner dеceased [NBA Big B] 4KTrey hеre wit' plenty killers murder how them niggas eat He dead now he can't talk no more his brains is left in them streets