YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Thugga Talk

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This that thugga talk Don't tell me shit, nigga, fuck you sayin'? Don't tell me not a motherfucking thing, bitch I got money from it Slatt, slatt [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Blatt Ghost Rolls Royce, nigga I'm lurkin' I catch 'em, I stretch 'em, he murk 'em Jordan sign on the drum, you know I did that shit first Bring her in the room and fuck her, Ben run off with her purse I'm gone off a perc bitch, I hop in the whip do the dash in the Vert (Vroom) Kick that bitch out on the curb, I ain't got no worry’s I'm strapped every time I swerve (Blatt) I ain't never worried (No) I'm sick of lil Nene, these bitches be geekin' That’s every time that they see me I told that bitch “Fuck her”, I don't wanna fuck her Little hoe, I just wan’ you to eat me No cap, not one bit, bitch, when we do we go 100% percent, bet [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene [Verse 2: HiDoraah] Squad up on the scene, I fuck with cash shit You fuck with the team? Ya ass get the Mac quick NBA it’s the boys, he run with the bad bitches When it come to my city He throwing them 50's and them 20's A nigga hating on shit, a nigga keep a stick with him Got slimes in the bitch with it My bro gonna kill for you I fuck around with the city, Baton Rouge in this bitch Fuck around with me? I ain't lose any bit I ain't going back for, for too long They huntin’ on us, now I'm all the way up We ain’t home, we ain’t, we know we straight A star we ain't, they know we great Plenty paper, bust a hater, pop a top yo’ head Play with us, we bustin' back and you won't know no names Oh, for real? We ain't gettin' no jewelry taken Oh, for real? We the ones doin' the takin' That’s for real [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Ridin', no cappin', bring some hoes with you Prime-time in Atlanta, ridin’ with the sticks, oh Bitches suckin' and fuckin', I won't kiss you She know I don't love her, just wan’ hit you I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene I'm gone off a bean, I'm drinking on lean Turnt up with my team, strapped on the scene