YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Dead Twin lyrics

{Intro} That pussy-ass boy talk that sh*t (Free Lul Tim) (PlayBoy on this b*tch) {Chorus} Tell them b*tch ass ni**as pick they mans up When Timmy Split his sh*t open make sure he don't stand back up He a Dread Head I Know just how to leave Dead Northside 38 Where We Banging red Forever its Murder in my eyes Get Killed on Camera See his Dead Body up on the Internet Catch ’em bad and end up Stepping on somethin' (4KT) {Verse 1} You Play With 4KT You End up Just like Von And Tell other ni**as That's his Twin He gon End up dead With him Told Tim Hop with That Cutta I’m trying put him inna Dirt We Ain't Trying Too Fight Him Im Trying Get thе whole Clique tell thеm b*tches Run I want Them All Gone Satan Seed, Demon Baby, Devil Reaper I'm Trying Cause a massacre Cemetery Mentality Pour up the Fanta Real Dead Guy out in Atlanta Jump out Take a Soul b*tch We slang that Pole Man down, Leave him Bleeding Caught him Leave Him leaking Pussy ni**a Dead All that Dissing Smoking Opps out The Hookah Ripped him up in the Lounge Don't End up like the Last ni**a Demon Symbols Pussy-ass ni**as ain't do Nothing, They some lackers Other Dead rapper (Dead Body) {Chorus} Tell them b*tch ass ni**as pick they mans up When Timmy Split his sh*t open make sure he don't stand back up He a Dread Head I Know just how to leave Dead Northside 38 Where We Banging red Forever its Murder in my eyes Get Killed on Camera See his Dead Body up on the Internet Catch 'em bad and end up Stepping on somethin' {Verse 2} I say all these b*tches ain’t did nothin I been steppin’ on sh*t, like hit after hit, Warzone You Can get Smoke at the Club In this assassin sh*t For Real, burn that ni**a I ain't got no love for sh*t, 600K Top My Meter Take your Soul Can’t get that Back, ni**as know I Murder sh*t Inside that Coffin who movin' Guns so I've been sellin' That Dope out The North That ni**a dead, Click up All y’all Want b*tch it's War for real All that he said on internet Make sure his mouth stay Sealed Trying to kill somethin' in Chicago too Head hunter, b*tch, tryna Murder the whole Crew That other had a show, tell me where it's at I left a blood Stan up in on he's mans He was on my Death Note We did his and finna do you fu*k it the Whole Clique On it to {Chorus} Tell them b*tch ass ni**as pick they mans up When Timmy Split his sh*t open make sure he don't stand back up He a Dread Head I Know just how to leave Dead Northside 38 Where We Banging red Forever its Murder in my eyes Get Killed on Camera See his Dead Body up on the Internet Catch 'em bad and end up Stepping on somethin'