NBA Youngboy – FREEDDAWG (Lyrics | Video)

Lyrics “FREEDDAWG” by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA Youngboy)

CashMoneyAP, ay, free Choppa Boy
Ay, free Choppa Boy, b**ch
DJ Swift on the track, RIP Big Dump
Mook got the keys jumpin’

I got .45 Glocks and a knife in this b**ch
I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this b**ch
I got h*es runnin’ in and out, slime in this b**ch

I go by YoungBoy and I zip you up from talkin’ s**t
These n**ga b**ches and I know they ain’t ’bout that s**t
Can’t come how I’m comin’, I was a youngin’ when they tried that s**t
I been knockin’ n**gas off, they never knew it was gon’ come to this

B**ch, I been on some rider s**t, I leave ’em dead
Got the whole city mad, I zip that boy ’bout what he said
You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top yo’ head
I was up in the parish with paypals under my bead
‘Cause, b**ch, I’m tryna flex some
Do some with all y’all, soon as we get on her
Walk my youngin’, punch his head off
Lil’ b**ch, I’m off the north side
I’m bustin’, I won’t stand down
I put the b**ch up in a casket, f**k up yo’ headstone

Them n**gas used to run the city, won’t even claim that b**ch
Don’t say nothin’, ’cause the s**t ain’t serious, don’t make me taint that s**t
These youngings runnin’ with me with it, they on some dangerous s**t
Bustin’, put two in yo’ fit it, I call that gang assist

Rollin’, I just popped one, tryna body bag and zip some, yeah
Pants hangin’ off my ass, Glock on my side with a green flag
Talkin’ reckless, caught ’em slippin’, went to bustin’, did ’em bad
Soon as we swerve, we bend the curve, don’t do no talkin’, that’s yo’ ass

I ain’t got no chill, I’m tryna send a b**ch to Winfield
Had to show the p**sy b**ch I been that and, b**ch, I’m still is
B**ch, I pull up, make a n**ga get back, like, what the deal is
All these p**sy b**ches choosin’ sides like they don’t know real

Mm c’mon b**ch, uh-uh, let me know
B**ch aye I do somethin’ with you, and I
Baggin’ out with you h*e ass n**ga

Do what you do, I put you on the news
B**ch, we could fight or shoot
B**ch, I know these n**gas know it’s murder when I’m comin’ through
B**ch, I always win, I never lose, we gon’ f**k over you
You become a victim of the chopper, put ’em on the news

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
NBA Youngboy 2019

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