YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Stand Down Knock My Head Off

[Intro: Birdman] (Trey made this beat) Early morning shit (Dubba-AA flex) Late night (Louie Bandz made anotha' one) All about the money (This is the sound) [Verse 1: Birdman] Finessin' is pimpin', nigga, I’m strapped with this missile We flippin' and runnin', got these millions, master feelin' She say that she comin', nigga, but fuck it, we went did it They know that we comin' nigga, then Hummers go to spittin' Big paper sideways, a lot for my age, tires for my ways We shippin' on highways, live and be real, gorilla, life sentence Been hustin' ‘bout this money, nigga, live it how we get it (Blatt) [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] We bring them bitches to a standoff Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul I won’t go on to baby And they gon’ take it, they get it I know you love me, I feel it, I’m tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby Post in the trap with my niggas, I’m holdin' on to my glizzy Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby [Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Police draw down, I put my hands up, yeah They slam me down, put me in handcuffs, yeah I won’t say nun until my lawyer come, yeah Catch 'em down bad, I might just stand one, yeah Yo' life in danger, don’t stand down, you a gangsta, bitch Know for a fact, we beat that case, fuck what they sayin', shit I’m a real gangsta, play with you and I’ma spank a bitch You my lil thug and I’m yo' love, they don’t know 'bout this Got a brand new check and I’ma use it on a brand new shooter I’ma talk that shit like Adrian Boner, but I ain’t no loser If a nigga want it, creep up on 'em real quick, I’ma [?] 'em I’m gettin' high off all these drugs, but I ain’t no user [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] We bring them bitches to a standoff Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul I won’t go on to baby And they gon’ take it, they get it I know you love me, I feel it, I’m tellin' you to keep yo' head on, baby Post in the trap with my niggas, I’m holdin' on to my glizzy Can’t let nobody knock my head off, baby [Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] And I’ma tell you that it’s up, pull up to the club Drank inside my cup, ain’t with us, if he try to touch Leave his ass hit up Ain’t no love, we gon' run it up, give you all my love When they approach, shoot it through the do' We don’t give a fuck [Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] We bring them bitches to a standoff Up with that K and I’m sprayin' 'round, baby And I got prices on my head now, that’s on my soul I won’t go on to baby