YoungBoy Never Broke Again ● Bitch Yeah

[Intro]
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

[Verse 1]
What's crackin'? What? (What?)
Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood (That my blood), I got all Fives 'round this bitch
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[Intro]
(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

[Verse 1]
What's crackin'? What? (What?)
Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood (That my blood), I got all Fives 'round this bitch
These hoes wan' fuck, these niggas can't fuck with none of us in this bitch
I'ma hit at your clique with the stick (Baow)
Make me turn your lil' boys to a lick (A lick)
I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist cop more clothes inside of my home
Put yo' bitch in VLone
Bitch, play what you please along as you don't put no QC on
Bitch, I make you bleed, ho'
Bitch, I know I bleed, ho'
Band red 5, big B, ho' (Hell, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho' (Yeah, yeah)
Come and suck it with no teeth, ho' (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shit
Come get it, got to whip it
Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a 30, whip out his body
I don't play that shit, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that bitch, it's a (Thotty)
'Forе I get to my shit, you know I'ma pop it
Bitch, give me yo' soul, givе me yo' body
Swag out the bitch, pop out for mama
I get high in this bitch (I'm gone)
I'm so high in this bitch (I'm gone)
I might make her [?] a nigga
Bitch, come touch your toes
Finna make a R&B bitch come in here off her phone (Yeah)
If we fuck 'bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone (Yeah)




[Bridge]
Bitch, get that phone (Oh)
Huh, bitch, get that phone (Yeah, yeah)
Huh, bitch, get that phone, ho'
Bitch, get that phone (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2]
My brothers are kickin' a door (Yeah, yeah)
I don't like that nigga, a ho' (Yeah, yeah)
I don't like that lil' boy's bitch
I do not like my ho' for to hear none these songs
Like when I break her back to my songs
Makin' these bitches make racks at home
Come on tell me what type of time you on
Buy me clothes, they fit me right
I don't know who fuckin' side you on
I just know that this wrong and they real right
[?]
I ain't put money on yo' head, that's right
Bang red, that blood, my thug, my Five
You gon' slide to get this party hyped
She rock soon as I get outside
Rudolph beam on his nose and eyes
[?] which one gon' eat me right?
Geekin', I'm geekin', I'm higher than high (Uh-huh)
I'm a geek, I been geekin', I'm higher than high (Bitch)
I get higher with her when I'm shoppin' online (Bitch, yeah)
I can get all my words to this, everytime (Bitch, yeah)
And this bitch [?] without you on my side (Bitch, yeah)
You on my side, bitch, don't play with my money you know you my guy (Bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)
I got factory tires on bottom of each of my rides (Bitch, yeah)

[Outro]

I got more money than you lil' boys, y'all some bitches (Bitch, yeah)
I can't even drive and got more cars, your shit is leased or rented (Bitch, yeah)
Know we make shit hype about Rolls Royce on back got switches (Bitch, yeah)
I don't give no fuck 'bout who rockstar, I don't want you bitches (Bitch, yeah)

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