YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 666 lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - 666 lyrics

[Intro: YG] Uh [Verse 1: YG] Stars in the roof, sittin' in the Wraith Got it all off these bars, man, this sh** cancrazy I been out wildin' with these young n***as lately f**in' all the pretty b**hes, man, this sh** can crazy I'm blessed up with Christ, I style too much for life I been on some player sh**, hoops my n***a don't make You is not the reason I'm pullin' up in the latest Westside n***a, ho, I don't need no fate [Pre-Chorus: YG] Ayy, damn this beat got place Anything that's bad for me right here in my face I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case [Chorus: YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Move b**h, a n***a need a little space [?] on my face, that's too much d** and drank Bein' a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn What you think I do? I buy more d** and drank Move b**h, a n***a need a little space (uh-huh) Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this sh** not okay (nuh-uh) f** 'bout what you think b**h, f** what you think (f** you b**h) But don't come judgin' me because I had too much d** and drank [Verse 2: YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again / Both] I ain't in the mood b**h, don't come beside my gate That's trepa**in' you ba*tard, I can shoot you in your face If I run past you, my bad, my whole feel like it's a maze Been drink my life away, they can't stop me, I go crazy Drunk drivin' in that G-Wagon, they tell it ain't safe But I'm drunk drivin' in that G-Wagon, get your sqaure a** out my face The homie just got a raise, Po-Po brought him my name They know we from the game, this sh** got my Range [Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] This sh** got my f**in' Range b**h I ain't plannin' on a change b**h I'm goin' a [?] b**h 4hunnid gang got that bang b**h I'm hundred bodies demons, yeah, I see 'em walk (walk) So you know I got the devil in my thoughts (thoughts) I be see the devil in my living room hall (hall) I just hope I ain't got in my little hom, this sh** for real [Pre-Chorus: YG] Ayy, damn this beat got place Anything that's bad for me right here in my face I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case [Chorus: YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Move b**h, a n***a need a little space [?] on my face, that's too much d** and drank Bein' a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn What you think I do? I buy more d** and drank Move b**h, a n***a need a little space Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this sh** not okay f** 'bout what you think b**h, f** what you think But don't come judgin' me because I had too much d** and drank [Verse 4: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] (Then I'll pull up) Then I'll pull up with a hundred in each pocket b**h Fresh up out the slammer, these lil n***as on some cacy sh** Play me like a Jidi, you get hit up, you ain't stoppin' sh** Tell me when to pull up, make the tray right in the lobby b**h Move b**h, get shot up in your face n***as 'round me hate, tryna figure what I'm made Can't make it to my [?] you at the gate Secure 'bout my gang, I gotta play it safe Plenty racks off in the safe, sh** Check it, you get make, b**h Five, that's my Blood batch, strictly FOL sh** Quick, a shooter 12 sh**, without the dope, your n***a rich Challenged at your own risk, I up and bust your dome b**h [Pre-Chorus: YG] Ayy, damn this beat got place Anything that's bad for me right here in my face I been on the fo' block, I been on the A Gun upon my waist like I'm tryna catch a case [Chorus: YG & YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Move b**h, a n***a need a little space [?] on my face, that's too much d** and drank Bein' a hundred 'bout my past, I'ma help me get away, damn What you think I do? I buy more d** and drank Move b**h, a n***a need a little space Don't tell I'ma be okay 'cause this sh** not okay f** 'bout what you think b**h, f** what you think But don't come judgin' me because I had too much d** and drank [Outro] Lord, help me Lord. These kids Lord, they playing with all these guns and d**, they remind me when I was young. See, in the 80s, we didn't play that sh**. But we was crack babies. No Lord, I'm not no hypocrite, I'm just an old motherf**er, tryna save some sh**. Lord, I ask my son "Why it is just thugs here, hanging away?" He looked at me and said "Pops, I'm staying dangerous." Help me Lord, I tried to tell him there are many ways to stay dangerous. Power is dangerous, knowledge is dangerous, having them dollars is dangerous. He just looked at me Lord and said "[?] I'm talking dangerous."

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