YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Soul Stealer Lyrics | Audio

Lyrics Soul Stealer – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Before the night, it’s gon’ go down
I end up shootin’ in this b**ch
Two clips together at your round
I let it loose in this b**ch

Keep plenty guns’, come from slums
Like, f**k how ruthless it gets
It’s straight redrum, I scream out dumb
‘Cause I’m gon’ shoot once you pick
And that’s a death row stick, ’cause it got bodies on it
Came from a society where you drawn for catchin’ bodies on it

Bust as soon as I spot it, homie
Face that too, my thot be on it
Tell bro, Move right, the cops been on it
Can’t copyright, change your persona

B**ch n**ga be actin’ stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it
F**k n**ga, you’ll work or do your job, remember, we ain’t friends
B**ch n**ga hatin’ who I am, same kid from inside the pen’
Same n**ga throwin’ up the Nawf, walkin’ up and down the street with the twins

Get in your s**t, then I dive again
When that bag came, then the rob was in
B**ch, I been a survivor, lyin’
Full of shooters, n**ga, this a shotta’s pen’
.357 with them coppers in it
Reaper of the industry, they say, Killer ghost
Never tell his thoughts, they’ll never know
He be maxed down with that calico
On Connect Street with that, know your dough
Hunnid grand, I connect the four
Ridin’ ’round with a spark, b**ch
When a n**ga tell me, so the line is, No
Disrespect my mind, you know
Show that daddy how it go
Leave these b**ch b**ches, hit the block
Spin again when at the store

Try and run and sprint, shoot at that ho
Demon baby, demon flow
Say they f**k with you but really don’t
A-I gang ’cause I seen it before
Real gang baby made through the snow
Like a Hot Boy, I been in here
Come on Top, boy, it’s killin’ season
Catchin’ a water shark for any reason

Oh, oh-oh
Chasin’ money, steady thuggin’ from the cop cars
Post up on the block, still, they made him show the Rasta’
N**ga, do you catch the drift
Oh, oh-oh
Walkin’ straight up outta Hell with them cold killers
Ayy, straight up out the back with them same n**gas
Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon’ get attention

From the parkin’ lot, hit that b**ch from the bleachers
Runnin’ with creatures, we steppin’ on leeches
False claiming, we gon’ murder to teach ya
Do the whole thing when you play with that Nina
Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure
Pull up, blow that b**ch up for no reason
Shoot that s**t up, then we leaνin’

F**k wrong with these n**gas, man
I want these n**gas to understand
‘Til I’m sayin’ with these demons
I said, Kill the home, all of them
Cravin’ for that blood, I’m sittin’ up
I need three more, like, b**ch, I need

I need ten, bah, I need ten
Ten motherf**ker, ten, baby
Ten lil’ babies, oh…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA Youngboy)
YoungBoy Never Broke Again | 2020

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