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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Coordination lyrics

[Hook/Chorus]
Feds got us on they billboards “got us on they billboards”
But you know that I ain't going for it “you know that I ain't going for it”
I stay hidden from the radar “hidden from the radar”
Hundred tint in them foreign cars “ayy”

[Verse 1]
Muhamed Ali, b---h come test me “come test me”
And watch out 'cause s--t gon' get hectic “get hectic”
Me and my young n----s we reckless “dumber”
B---h we know who really stepping “baow”
I don't get no sleep, b---h I'm restless “I'm restless”
Five in the morning, I'm up
Dropping the pints and you know that I'm at it “at it”
I'ma tell you when to come
My girl left early in the morning
Talking 'bout she going to get her hair done, b---h I ain't dumb
I can play the same game, call a b---h over to the hotel room and I'm busting her up

N---a on my d--k inside the club
Saying he got bricks, I'ma get him drunk
Money on deck, meet me by the truck
I don't give a f--k, Ben stick 'em up
On the phone, b---h I'm running it with dump
N---a pull up, man I'm finna come
Me and Jordan Dixon riding through that North
Down 38th, strapped with a pump
Birdman got that dogfood up in valley park, posted up going dumb
Kevin Gates, I remember we was young
Strapped up b---h, forty with a drum
Yeah, b---h I'm getting it
Straight out the North, b---h I come straight out them trenches
No handouts, yeah you know I had to get it
Know how I'm living, AI YoungBoy I'm the sickest

[Hook/Chorus]
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Feds got us on they billboards “got us on they billboards”
But you know that I ain't going for it “you know that I ain't going for it”
I stay hidden from the radar “hidden from the radar”
Hundred tint in them foreign cars “ayy”

[Verse 2]
They ain't believe that I did it
Was running and jumping them fences
Forty Glock in my britches
Tell that n---a he can get it
They ain't believe that I did it
Was running and jumping them fences
Forty Glock in my britches
Tell that n---a he can get it
Tall gall, stand tall, had to turn my phone off
Pray to living god that I never ever fall off
Really going in, I'm headed for the (?)
Missed call, call log, had to turn my phone off
Diamonds in my teeth and you knowing I eat you outs
F--k you real good, yeah you knowing what I'm really 'bout
Scuffed real good, yeah you know we could fight it outs
Strapped up good, what you mean, we could shoot it out
Dumb, ayy, hold up
Dumb, ayy, hold up
Dumb, ayy, hold up
Dumb, ayy, hold up

[Hook/Chorus]
Feds got us on they billboards “got us on they billboards”
But you know that I ain't going for it “you know that I ain't going for it”
I stay hidden from the radar “hidden from the radar”
Hundred tint in them foreign cars “ayy”
Yeah, b---h I'm getting it
Straight out the North, b---h I come straight out them trenches
No handouts, yeah you know I had to get it
Know how I'm living, AI YoungBoy I'm the sickest

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