Next Lyrics, new song by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
Here’s the official lyrics to YoungBoy Never Broke Again new single titled NEXT.
LYRICS
Intro
What up
Any last words?
(Ten, ten, ten, ten)
Perc 10, I beat her back in (Ha)
(D-Roc)
Huh, huh
Uh, uh, fuck you talkin’ ’bout?
They already know, huh
Verse 1
Murder man, huh, tell me who the fuck next
Keltec, what’s that? Hit this bitch, it split his hat
Bust that, play wit’ me, bitch, and I get you bust at
Shorty tryna throw that ass, I break her back, I’m on that
Pre-Chorus
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I was ridin’ ’round in Maybach and poppin’ shit wit’ my hoes
I was knockin’ niggas asses wit’ that stick on the road
And I was stackin’ bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes
Chorus
She ain’t pop a pill yet, I can’t chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna”” Frrt, pussy ass nigga (Baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (Bah, bah)
Verse 2
I just bought the bitch a new Benz, a big bag nigga
I just might wake up and have the bitch insid? a new Fisker
Fuck you mean? I been givin’ th?m bands to my big sister (Fuck you mean? Bitch)
Fuck is you sayin’? I been buyin’ more sticks for all them hitters
I got these hoes and they goin’ down, I never run out
Pull them blicks out and it’s goin’ down
Fire somethin’, get burned down
You ain’t even got no money anyway, fuckin’ cunt
I can bite on your bitch any day, fuckin’ runt (Now she talkin’)
Body hard, it’s slowin’ down
Bitch can’t come down
Bitch can’t run now, got her on that K2
Four-door all grey Lawson, bitch check the car out
Try and make the Glock sound
That bitch got the AP on and it’s blue
I jump out, I shoot that strap at all them dudes (Talk that shit YoungBoy)
Fuck is wrong wit’ you?
Just look at my neck, I’m way too cool
I fuck him back, he gon’ get checked
He ain’t got no check, bitch
I wave this TEC across your neck, you die today, bitch
I’m wasted, I’m pacin’
I think I’m Jason, the mask on, erase him
Why you think these pussies copy?
And they know they hate him
The hoes want get him inside it
And you know they chase him
I seen me three hoes in the ‘Rarri
She lookin’ like a barbie
I just wanna take dope, make her ass codeine
Catch a opp, then we wack his ass from the nosebleed
Take a bitch, straight from out the ‘Raq and buy her token things
Pre-Chorus
I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door
I was ridin’ ’round in Maybach and poppin’ shit wit’ my hoes
I was knockin’ niggas asses wit’ that stick on the road
And I was stackin’ bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes
Chorus
She ain’t pop a pill yet, I can’t chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna”” Frrt, pussy ass nigga (Baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (Bah, bah)
Verse 3
Want you cop some shit like you gon’ pull off
Take the stick, tear up the car, bitch
I make all these bitches come and take it off, boss shit
Got that bitch doin’ right, buy that bitch a outfit
I ain’t have red on the first night, told the bitch blue this shit
I want head on the first night, I can make her mouth fit
Know they talk like that, they lyin’, but know they ain’t ’bout shit
All my brother off shit, pop out from that car wit’ new machines
Please don’t tell me a fuckin’ thing (Told that bitch, I talk my shit)
Chorus
She ain’t pop a pill yet, I can’t chill yet
I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley
And I just wanna”” Frrt, pussy ass nigga (Baow, baow)
I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (Bah, bah)