YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Jamaican Talk

[Intro] (Suede, this my shit) Diamonds they shinin' inside of my mouth, I smile I blind ya I come from the Nawf with them niggas who 'bout it You play? They gon’ pop ya Police try to hang us like pinatas Everything up, ain’t no average party with models [Chorus] Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas And I’m so fly, you think I flew, we gon' pop out I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah [Verse 1] Oh my Dredren, them pussy boys don’t want it, waa gwaan (What up?) You pussy boy, ya' bomboclaat, inform it, where? We pop one Oh, I’m a real Don Dada, that .40 mop sum I killed every nigga that ever played, excеpt one, the bitch could run Shoot and slump him from the car (Ba, Ba, ba) Ain’t got nobody to say sorry to but my God And bitch I’m still that samе nigga in a cop car (Ayy, 4KTrey) In central booking, screamin’ out “I came thru' swervin’ nigga, put me in my cell with my bond” That dope was soft, I made it hard, nigga, ask Von And I won't never see my nigga again 'till im 41 I’m thanking God Was playing bumper cars with both of my sons Toys from Walmart, Draco hollerin' Hulk Smash, you know he dumb, lets go I visit Grandma grave for to, let go of my pain None of my boys grew up in the house with me, after all, I do feel shame AI my name After everything, God know I won’t be a maid My baby mamas, they play games, they lucky I can't buss they brains And that’s on Dump nigga, ‘cause ain’t no love in my heart All this shit a make another nigga fold, but I ain’t change from the start I could hit the bitch from up the street, you know I’m accurate with darts War wounds in my head and even my feet Put your life inside, ain't no court (Rest in peace [?]) [Chorus] Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas And I’m so fly, you think I flew, we gon' pop out I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah [Verse 2] Ann archana, ala mishkila And I’m stuck up in alarm, all day I’m dreamin’ Got mob idols in my head, thinkin’ like a demon If the pussy bitch ain’t dead, that mean I ain’t seen him I’ma let him talk to God, I go far, this ain’t no façade Don’t tell Draco, Kamari, or Kacey no stories with me and war ‘Cause daddy gotta talk to the Man above who control all our hearts And daddy been sufferin’ from all his pain, but he remain a star I ain’t gotta talk about the money that I’ma leave, but it’s a lot It’s sum like playin’ stack and growing cities is somewhere to make a spot I’m just talkin’ from the heart, you can excuse me now And when I’m gone, just know I ain’t gone I’m on side you slime [Chorus] Ain't no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shottas And I’m so fly, you think I flew, we gon' pop out I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians oh-ah