YoungBoy Never Broke Again - AI Nash [Lyrics]

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Lyrics

BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say eighty degrees and I'm the only one fucking cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these god damn chains on
You think?
Goddamn, BJ with another one

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in his Visa jeans

Take a duck, get some Woods from the store (Uh-huh)
Actin' tough, put some wood on a ho (On a ho)
Put in Lambo when we ride like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of woods with my bros
Ask for trouble, I ain't never gone fold
When they go down we gone see who gone froze
Got my chain on freeze
Don't correct the way I speak if I ain't fucking up my count
Ayy, why you watch for what I'm doing?
She took shots, I won over top
I'm on a lap, but won't go overboard (Uh-huh)
I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top
I be wantin' someone else every time I get bored
On my son, I go 'Sace, you play all the chords
If you got off of him I ain't never ignore
And the diamond you want I got cake to afford
Wake up chasing the money, we making the four, yeah

They don't wanna ride with the slime (Let's go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She want take all the time for her to play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way, a nigga slime, ooh

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash (Thirteen)
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in his Visa jeans

Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from a look, all of the sudden
I got money steady coming as I'm spinnin; every hundred
Dead man by the bundle, you can join if you wanna
Why she dissing on a nigga? I ain't stunning on a hoe
I got money, I said, I can transform in this hoe
Make a bitch 4KTrey, I'ma loan me a hoe
Cut the grass full of snakes, tell the lawn mower, blow

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (Woo)
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in his Visa jeans

Got a nigga whole will in his Visa jeans (Got a nigga whole will in his Visa jeans)
Got my VPN on
Whoever tryna follow me (Whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location, close to sea (Safe location, close to sea)
Hide out on the beach, no literally (Hide out on the beach, no literally)

Away from the drama, it's just me and me
And my fifth baby mama (And my fifth baby mama)
You don't want no problems, got that .45 up in this bitch
That motor stopper (That what herm call it)
They took red out the market, got six in the paint
For the three K, I cap it (Three K, I cap it)
Bought a watch like a ten K the x with the safe 'fore I come out my pocket (Boy, I come out my pocket)
I had to make me some spiritual choices
To knock off his noggin (Boy, knock off his noggin)
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot had to widen the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don't tell nobody about it
Cut you off, like the hair at the twat, bitch
I got youngins, they ready to stop shit

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Follow who back? Tell them hoes follow me
Plenty racks, thirty straps, all my cottage cheese
Got them Forgiato whips they be tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole will in his Visa jeans

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffel, keep the racks in the bag (Skrt)
I'm tryna take the whole team in (Nah)
I got enough rooms for all they ass (It's on)
BJ on the beat, boy