YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Back on Drank (Calm Down)** lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Back on Drank (Calm Down)** lyrics

Lyrics From Snippet [Intro] (I got Hitman on the beat) There ain’t no love for her I been M.I.A. though (Marcuss, you killin’ it) Ayy, fu*k ya, fu*k ya too Murder gang [Chorus] I ain’t tryna say a thing, ni**a, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank I been tryna calm down, ni**a, you should do the same Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin’ b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in [Verse 1] If I said it, b*tch I mean it Gettin’ dirty with my clean ass Double R, back then, it used to be a blue Jaug’ Dirty b*tches want cash, fall for it l, my wrong ass Play games, I can’t pass Only thing I want is you smashed Dirty b*tch, you ain’t my hoе, don’t call my phone witcho’ dog ass You fu*kin’ ‘round with the other sidе, don’t be inside when that car crash 4.0 flat, with my hood on, got a twelve gauge like I’m [?] Nawfisde, man, I spin through that Pussy ni**a won’t make it back, XD and I’m full of mags Youngin’ out the window like “I told ya” (b*tch, I told ya) Tryna knock yo’ muthafu*kin’ head from off yo’ shoulders You want beef? Okay, I been doin’ this for too long, son, yeah I say “Murder, you know we gon’ get you gone, son”, stretch [Chorus] I ain’t tryna say a thing, ni**a, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank I been tryna calm down, ni**a, you should do the same Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin’ b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in [Verse 2] Ain’t with me, I say that they all around for that reason Oh Lord, tell ‘em “fu*k ‘em”, now they say that they don’t need me They can’t get that money on they own, so they subpoena me Hold on, broke b*tch, my top back, one opp black, red scenery I’m the one who pulled up luxury machinin’ I’m the one who made them youngins go step on him fu*k that ni**a, can’t… [Chorus] I ain’t tryna say a thing, ni**a, I can barely think I said I quit for seven days and then I’m back on drank I been tryna calm down, ni**a, you should do the same Still ain’t puttin’ these guns down, all I know is leave a stain Hold on, I got a reason ‘bout why I came through bleedin’ b*tch, this for my brothers up in jail, and they can’t see me Real gang baby, dealin’ with these demons, it ain’t easy They say that I go crazy, pistols blazin’, straps got built in beams in