YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Funds Lyrics

I came a long way

Yeah (pussy ass niggas they be hatin')
(Hoes still ain't safe)
Ayy, say man these hoes in here tryna turn down my vibes or whatever
(Hoes know they hate)
Ayy, you know I had to turn up my hood right (Slime)
Body after body on these bitch-ass niggas
Yeah, we choppin' em

Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand
It won't be the opps (it won't)
Broke-ass nigga startin' to diss, he a fan
Tell the young nigga just stop (oh)
And I been gettin' money since I learned that I can
Tell me one nip, who held me down (?)
I be switchin' up the mode on horizon
Holdin' on to my pole on the side of the Bentley (yeah)
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slidin')
Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine)
That's my brother, and I'ma paint with him
Hit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with him (bah, bah)
You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't have came with him
Post up with the sticks, no gang switchin'
Snake-bitch, kill 'em all, they some lane switchers (kill 'em)
My clique'll send 'em all at your brain, nigga
Top of the business I got more points then a beanbag
Tighten your arm up, 'fore you shoot it loose, kickback
Layin' on my grave, nigga, chain we'll hit at (?)
Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that?
Murder through any hood, same with big hat
X shit, my lil' nigga Sewer bang Cartel
Right shit, talkin' to the killers up in Glendale
You ain't got to check shit that was a sent well

Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow (ooh, oh)
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen (seen)
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night (Wraith)
Tell her to take the vibes
Upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean (clean, keepin' it clean)

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First, first time, had to tell the queen, stop that
Boss up, 'cause I'm knowin' that you 'bout that
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet (nah)
It ain't nothin' you can't get, you a breadwinner (bread)
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalkin', he a dead sitter

Before I departed away from my soul
Told you my son'll stay with 'em
He get chased in this bitch and get hit with the stick
Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out cool
Home run, Top Babe Ruth
Keep your cool
Standin' on business, don't break no rules
Never for a penny
I ain't buyin' that cash, I get it rented
I be on they ass, so they barely in the city
I popped that boy, I'm mad I ain't finish
You a lizard for the lick, pussy-bitch you ain't beamin'

Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow (time goin' slow, oh-oh)
Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen (shit I seen)
Ridin' in a Wraith all through the night (Wraith)
Tell her to take the vibes
Upgraded my necklace, I'm keepin' it clean (clean, yeah)

Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex
First, first time, had to tell the queen, stop that (girl, stop that)
Boss up, 'cause I'm knowin' that you 'bout that (gang-gang, you 'bout that)
Can't let a nigga think you an outlet (nah)
It ain't nothin' you can't get, you a breadwinner (bread)
Took the heart out for K, left the head with her
Standin' on stage, in the back got the dead with 'em
Already got my niggas just stalkin', he a dead sitter

We on your ass nigga
We been gettin' it
Bitch, we on your ass

Count a million cash, got the time goin' slow
Oh-oh