Rich The Kid - Hybrid** lyrics

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Rich The Kid - Hybrid** lyrics

Lyrics From Snippets [Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Wild, wild, wild [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] I’m goin wild, wild, wild Hold on, sip drank Bentley clothes, insane, uh, uh Big bank, spend a bag on my main Being loaded, hybrid, take control of my brain, uh, uh X6, make her partly loosely, what she wan’ do? Just look cute, fu*k ya side, don’t want you Stop that car, up at you, out the park, [?] roof Spray the coupe, I’m on move, put that on God, ain’t no proof Ayy, where my ride? Pew, pew, pew You gon’ step on me? I step on you [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] … And I I’m on drugs huh? Gladiator ….. [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Wild, wild, wild Hold on, sip drank Bentley clothes, insane, uh, uh Big bank, spend a bag on my main Being loaded, hybrid, take control of my brain, uh, uh X6, make her partly loosely, what she wan’ do? Just look cute, fu*k ya side, don’t want you Stop that car, up at you, out thе park, [?] roof Spray the coupe, I’m on move, put that on God, ain’t no proof Ayy, whеre my ride? Pew, pew, pew Step on me? I step on you [Verse 2: Rich The Kid] Brand new coupe, cop the Rarri’, [?] the roof Pick my shoes up, I might step on you Body in the water like Malibu Not up now, [?] back Got a trappa’ on me, I’m just ridin’ ‘round Gotta pour a drank just to slow me down (Drank) Snipers on the roof, hit your main hoe sound (Pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain’t shot that boy, his top got loose I love my lean, I don’t drink no goop (Lean) It’s a cold case, they ain’t have no proof [?], red Rarri’, give me [?] until it’s sloppy I might fu*k everybody, I might shoot up every party [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Wild, wild, wild Hold on, sip drank Bentley clothes, insane, uh, uh Big bank, spend a bag on my main Being loaded, hybrid, take control of my brain, uh, uh X6, make her partly loosely, what she wan’ do? Just look cute, fu*k ya side, don’t want you Stop that car, up at you, out the park, [?] roof Spray the coupe, I’m on move, put that on God, ain’t no proof Ayy, where my ride? Pew, pew, pew I step on you