YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Gang Shit (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Gang Shit (en) Lyrics
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Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't
nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the
face, who gon' die today?
Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch,
who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no
talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your
top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run
up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey,
oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her
sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared,
she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been
that, I ain't tryin'
Taliban, I get a bitch to
make 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted
felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that
you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range
Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon'
pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga cock
it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after
that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt
us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in
the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me,
bitch, I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga, then
whack the bitch who drivin'
She gon' pop the cat for me
and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, let's get to clappin',
leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin',
started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them
beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun,
well nigga, pop it then
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds
out my pocket, friend
What you on, say you drove?
Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues,
blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put your
mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you
standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes, your
best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch,
I'ma knock your fuckin' face low
On gang, nigga
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