YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Highway lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Highway lyrics

On the highway, yeah On the highway Keep that, yeah All the s**t that they talk, I don’t care about I just give a f**k where to go when the pack out Before I came up, used to post at the traphouse f**in’ on lil shawty, bend her over, blow her back out Thinkin’ I done drunk too much lean, I done tapped out Shootin’ up the club in the whip, I done smashed out I relapsed on them pills, they control me dog F**k Atlantic, want my money, I ain’t callin’ y’all [Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] n***a play on my son, k** all y’all Cell ringing, that’s just Ben on the phone call Lot of money and I still wear the same drawers And I’m still cuttin’ up like a chained dog Need a Lamb’ or a Wraith when I touch down Still ridin’ ’round in that Benz with a four pound Still totin’ guns every day that I float round Shoot a n***a dead in his face when it go down, yeah Uh, on the highway And I’m still gettin’ it in, countin’ money, on the highway On the plane with my son, drinkin’ lean, I ain’t been asleep in nine days If a n***a lookin’ for me, tell that boy that he know where to find me All the s**t that they talk, I don’t care about I just give a f**k where to go when the pack out Before I came up, used to post at the traphouse f**in’ on lil shawty, bend her over, blow her back out Thinkin’ I done drunk too much lean, I done tapped out Shootin’ up the club in the whip, I done smashed out I relapsed on them pills, they control me dog F**k Atlantic, want my money, I ain’t callin’ y’all Pourin’ this drank, I been up for nine days F**k with the lil b***h, I can never throw shade Ridin’ in a Maybach, but I don’t ever use the shade Thought you caught me lackin’, but I’m with the whole gang On the NBA s**t, linked up with the Glo Gang That lil b***h basic, told her I just want some brain Now she tweakin’, it’s just you off c**aine Hellcat, Chargers, press the bu*ton, did the race All the s**t that they talk, I don’t care about I just give a f**k where to go when the pack out Before I came up, used to post at the traphouse f**in’ on lil shawty, bend her over, blow her back out Thinkin’ I done drunk too much lean, I done tapped out Shootin’ up the club in the whip, I done smashed out I relapsed on them pills, they control me dog F**k Atlantic, want my money, I ain’t callin’ y’alll.