YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Expensive Taste lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Expensive Taste lyrics

[Intro] (D-Roc, D-Roc) [Chorus] fu*k them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle Know I'ma spin 'bout my ni**a I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here Real hitta, bad ni**a, expensive bottle for b*tches Main ni**a wit' millions, straight from the bottom my ni**a Gravedigga' and you know that he don't tolerate mentions Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with ni**as [Verse 1] Big issues, he ain't trippin' 'cause his sack thicker Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that ni**a Got to know I'm ready, she know I been waitin' plenty minutes And she too bad for them jeans, can't do no skinny dippin' Ain't never worried 'bout these ni**as, I do the realest pimpin' Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it From off the porch, they'll never know how these diamonds glistening Made it out, young ni**a been on suicidal missions I got on gang attire ni**a, this be the best of linen Ride in a Lincoln, when linkin', no I don't need your lendin' She think she got one up on me I blew a bag on my homie I got a chance and I boned it Think all these ni**as are phony Wake up and smoke in the mornin' I rep that flag wit' my blood These ni**as know that I'm on it I let off shots in the club And these b*tches wan' be my mommy But you know you not my girl Flood her finger with diamonds No, I can't turn up your world [Interlude] This a new gee-ski, better have your sh*t together when you see me ni**a know I'm covered down in green But for a fact, I'm bleedin' ni**a knowin' that I'm strapped You better clap soon as you see me Won't buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason [Verse 2] Cocaine white like I'm sellin' drugs That's a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why? Cause he been wit' me way before I even knew who I was Lil shorty wit' me and she got me, she don't care 'bout no buzz 1942 get her drunk, no, she don't leave wit' a buzz The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug What the fu*k wrong wit' me? Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million Ain't no slippin', on my pimpin', got it on me know I'm grippin' Every time I sent a blitz, they zipped 'em, rare they fail a mission 'Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb, I'm never done Check how my pockets, got them mumps Check how them draco's got them drums Make a beat like a band, flood her wit' bands Make her so hot, they gon' think she got a tan ni**a know I'm known to bust my gun For a fact I ain't never ran, this who I am Better speak clear or I can't hear what you sayin' [Chorus] fu*k them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle Know I'ma spin 'bout my ni**a I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here Real hitta, bad ni**a, expensive bottle for b*tches Made ni**a wit' millions, straight from the bottom my ni**a Gravedigga' and you know he don't tolerate mentions Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with ni**as [Verse 3] Dirty cutter, crazy how a choppa clean up the block Won fights inside the hood Lost fights inside the block, it never stop Come from the ground, I ain't use a crane, I rushed to top Play wit' them glizzys like Shmurda, they know that lil' ni**a hot And I got ten cars, I ain't never showed the sh*t that I got I could have ten broads But ain't nothin' worth the b*tch on my side Could be the best one recordin' But ain't nothin' worth Jason spot I get in, then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat He can be a robber, bet that ni**a won't stick his hand in my pocket Cut off his arm, bet he won't say that he took off on AI I had it hard, I walked on feet, but now fly on a G5 Hope he don't think he could G me, I ain't goin for no G, five And that my blood, he get it brackin', he got to war when we firin' Yeah, that my 10 to then end, we gon' spin Got Dior on my glasses, and got Nick behind the lens Just me, my sister, my mama and girl, no I don't need no friends But I don't got a gun, I got a knife for when they kickin' in I'm sleepin' lightly through the night, just in case Casper in I got them capsules in New York, and they got molly in it Imagine every friend wit' the sh*t, just don't let holly in fu*k them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle Finna buy a flight and get away after I pop me a ni**a I take a flight and get away 'cause I can't tolerate ni**as Gotta get mine, straight out the gate Hustlin' for more than eight figures [Refrain] fu*k that money, got a black card, my Glock in the middle Know I'ma spin 'bout my ni**as He this and that, but tell me how the fu*k do they figure He worried 'bout any one these ni**as or these b*tches (How, how) [Outro] fu*k them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle Know I'ma spin 'bout my ni**a I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here Real hitta, band ni**a, expensive bottle for b*tches Made ni**a wit' millions, straight from the bottom my ni**a Gravedigga' and you know he don't tolerate mentions Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with ni**as (It's Slimeto, Lil Top, AI YoungBoy, ni**a, Kentrell)