YoungBoy Never Broke Again ● Fuck The Industry Pt. 2

[Verse 1]
Top say "Fuck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be clickin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I take these millions and get at you, it ain't no gettin' me
Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't...⇣ More

[Verse 1]
Top say "Fuck these niggas all in the industry"
Bitch-ass niggas be clickin' up and thinkin' they gon' finish me
Bitch, I take these millions and get at you, it ain't no gettin' me
Bitch, I send them hitters to hit at you, boy, don't say shit to me
Talk to Drake, cross FaceTime, he wasn't feelin' me
Told me that he fuck with Durk, damn, that shit gettin' to me
Told me that he like the shit I'm doin', but can't do shit with me
So when we cross our ways, fuck what you say, bitch, you my enemy
J a ho', that nigga played it cold, like he was gon' do a feature
So I texted his line, a muscle sign, I swear it's gon' be nice to meet you
Pussy niggas tryna close the door
Bitch, you ain't heard back from Baton Rouge, to that Nola, we cutthroat
And we hate hoes, and bitch, I'm soldiered down
Might play you close, but don't fuck around
I just tried to pull that act with them boys out that Atlanta town
Tats all on my sleeve, at night, I can't sleep, I barely eat, grew up in streets
Bitch, you ain't never had to kill at just eighteen, you don't compare to me
And never ever up in life, we could compete
You want to jump in beef and none of y'all wanna bang it out with YB
We kill security first and then you get your head bust inside the street
We probably burn a shirt, across it, it'll be your face across that tee

[Chorus]
Hold on, so long, they've been tryin' to X me
Gotta tell a bitch "Hold on, get you roll on"
Gotta be 'bout that murder, playin' with me
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone" and I know when the rain pours
It could be me or either of them, that's gone

[Verse 2]

So I'm ready, nigga, with these millions, gettin' at you bitch-niggas
You don't deserve it anyway, you ain't out that dirty anyway, so fuck you, nigga
Tryin' to bring me pain, I ain't do no ho' shit in this game
Like I ain't a man, nigga, what the fuck y'all niggas sayin'? Like I don't bust brains
Play with me, Lil Yachty mad about JT, faggot
Bitch, play with me half of y'all ain't got more money than me
Bitch, I've been stackin', I done did more time than more time
You niggas spent inside the trenches, ever had a nigga beat your mama?
And now that you older, time to kill 'em?
Or put your dirty clothes inside the pillow case? You pussy nigga
Singers puttin' tattoos across their face, fuck wrong with these niggas?
Usin' hood niggas for to grow your face, bitch, I see that, nigga
Nigga, you a trick, and that's how you know you'll never be known in the trenches
Tryna think of somethin' else, just for to say "I hate you niggas"
Nigga bring your bold-ass to Salt Lake, you a gangster nigga
Go ask J. Prince, I'll kill your daddy bitch, I ain't worried, nigga
I ain't worried, nigga, I got stunner with me
And bitch, I got a fee, that's good money with me
That hitter came way from New Orleans, that split him in them apartments
So Mr. Rap-Boy, shit like that what got me as a target
Don't forget it, I paid them young niggas
Word 'round they claimin' they gon' kill me
I birthed you niggas and bitch, I'm bound to kill an infant

[Chorus]
Hold on, so long, they've been tryin' to X me
Gotta tell a bitch "Hold on, get you roll on"
Gotta be 'bout that murder, playin' with me
At night, my wife pray with me, these niggas ain't stainin' me
I say "Oh, I just wanna get 'em gone" and I know when the rain pours
It could be me or either of them, that's gone

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