Lyrics Whitey Bulgar – NBA YoungBoy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again
All of these new things are fit
My murder calls
Those inside broke take my middle fingers
B**ch, I ain’t home
Top tell y’all go step on s**t
Told her, case closed
I say, put that belt on me
I cross five souls
Jump one from my nine
Like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ’round with that, man
We don’t ask or talk much
Don’t discriminate
Kick that front door
I say, off ’em
Said I give ’em knowledge
I told my baba
That they cannot fault him
Yeah, Channel Nine, this a murder for real
Swang that Draco and somebody get killed
Grave digger, yeah, they know what it is
They gon’ send me to that island, for real
Real n**ga, he won’t stop if they hate
Real hitta, shoot that stick at your face
Pall bearer, I be raisin’ the rate
Red eye, it won’t be a fair chase
Gon’ die for the ride
Even though that a life be a risk
In that front, ain’t no stoppin’
I’m up and I’m poppin’
A n**ga might die in this b**ch
Might die, I know ten, ten, shh
F**k how wild it get
Brand new .223, it hold a whole hunnid
I sit here and put outside of that b**ch
They ain’t playin’ chase, they be hidin’ from hits
Tell the meek, you gon’ die, my friend
Like I’m broke, start up slidin’ up in it
After doin’ the drill, change the firin’ pan
PTR with no hollows in it
I’ma bring the hurt style
You a grave digger
You gon’ kill ’em after
We gon’ bury ’em dead
Society wanna join
He a straight killer, man
All of these new things are fit
My murder calls
Those inside broke take my middle fingers
B**ch, I ain’t home
Top tell y’all go step on s**t
Told her, case closed
I say, put that belt on me
I cross five souls
Jump one from my nine
Like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ’round with that, man
We don’t ask or talk much
Don’t discriminate
Kick that front door
I say, off ’em
Said I give ’em knowledge
I told my baba
That they cannot fault him
Feelin’ a’ight, they ain’t f**kin’ with me
Mad mane leavin’ blood in the streets
Dawg, mane, came only for green
Put it up, we gon’ pray ‘fore we feast
At the club, search around for one chain
Uppin’ one click, more than one in my B
We ain’t hit a party, we just scopin’ the scene
Talkin’ soon as it end, we gon’ die when they leave
About playin’ with me
I got my five, f**k H.P.D.
I’m in that eye, I’ma shake the scene
I’m in that Nawf, ride where you not
Where you think there ain’t nothin’
Where you prolly sleep
Runnin’ circles around everything
Plan on catchin’ me
Still got no time for anomalies
Steady pickin’ out s**t
Who was sayin’ they gon’ step on me
After the fact, they can’t even breathe
Oh, oh, oh, oh..
Jump one from my nine
Like I’m Whitey Bulger, yeah
Play ’round with that, man
We don’t ask or talk much
Don’t discriminate
Kick that front door
I say, off ’em
Said I give ’em knowledge
I told my baba
That they cannot fault him
Oh, oh, oh, oh…
➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Until I Return
Produced by Dubba-AA & Mike Lowry
NBA YoungBoy | 2020
