Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Wheezy
Wheezy
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Selva
Aaron Selva
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Wesley Glass
Wesley Glass
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aaron Selva
Aaron Selva
Producer
Mark Dorflinger
Mark Dorflinger
Mixing Engineer
Wheezy
Wheezy
Producer

Lyrics

Might cut the devil, brand new bezel Plain Jane I feel special Fuck officials, finish steppin' I know that's gon' make it better These niggas is talk like killas All out war, 'bout my niggas I think somethin' we step on shit, it's all about what I figure I ain't takin' nothin' off for I Take somethin' back, I'm gon' put one in When that drink came in, my cup turned darker then my lens Who gon' protect me? I'm the protector of all my friends How the fuck you with me? you playin' detective, you ain't my twin I'm gon' flood you with bags soon as that pack get drop right in Wanna take that Bentley back because that GT ain't the same We miss, gon' double back to make sure, bro blow out the brain I don't want you neither or your friend Y'all don't understand the pain Or the life of a slime mind on the grind, I can't waste my time 'Cause now I'm up and they know it, ain't got to picture me rollin' 'Cause when they see me it's on me It could turn out bad could turn out good But still thuggin' throwin' up my hood And whenever that we meet we gonna slide through them Leave homicide to find them I still ain't got my mind made up Mask up before we blind him Keep actin' like he five, and I'm gon' dime him Ten after ten, must I remind him Who gon' supply me I'm the supplier of all my friends With you to the end who gon' have my back when I'm locked in the pen He was on the cocky shit I already had one cocked in Devil inside my cup, I let that drink become my friend Might cut the devil, brand new bezel Plain Jane I feel special Fuck officials, finish steppin' I know that's gon' make it better These niggas just talk like killas All out war 'bout my niggas I think somethin' we step on shit, it's all about what I figure We miss, gon' double back to make sure, bro blow out the brain I don't want you neither or your friend Y'all don't understand the pain Or the life of a slime mind on the grind, I can't waste my time 'Cause now I'm up and they know it, ain't got to picture me rollin' 'Cause when they see me it's on me It could turn out bad could turn out good But I'm still thuggin' throwin' up my hood And whenever we meet we gon' slide thru them Mask up before we blind him
Writer(s): Wesley Glass, Kentrell Gaulden, Aaron Selva Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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