YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Forgiato Lyrics

What you on 4?
You already know nigga, we tote big Glocks, be like [?]

Pulled up and I was stuntin’ on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question ’cause they knowin’ who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch a dirty stick I’m full of pills
Or you can run and talk that shit you gon’ get stretched before this year end
Ok pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
That’s where I’m at right in that north where I’m known as murder man
Ok my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I’m in this bitch on six xans

This for my grandfather, I told him I’ll never mess up, no
He tell me keep my burner on me, make sure my money long
Heart hurtin’ bad, thinking bout Ten, know [?] coming home
Phat Black been in and out, got a new case, just want me to get it gone
This for my system niggas, I ain’t see Natty [?] in a minute
Over seven times never seen my shooter
Real gravedigger, contract business
Tell ’em I’ll zip them niggas
Hanging out that escelator with that Ruger
Talking to my momma ’bout what they claimin’, while she saying, “Fuck ’em tell the bitch to prove it”
Don Dada, boss man, they don’t wanna do it (They don’t wanna do it)
Hanging out the window, I ain’t even tuck my chain
Like yeah, bitch how you wanna do it?

Pulled up and I was stuntin’ on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question ’cause they knowin’ who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch a dirty stick I’m full of pills
Or you can run and talk that shit you gon’ get stretched before this year end
Ok pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
That’s where I’m at right in that north where I’m known as murder man
Ok my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I’m in this bitch on six xans

Marble floors and then I got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I’ma take the nigga soul
Reppin’ off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once that nigga add three, then I’m gon’ start counting on my toes

Pulled up and I was stuntin’ on Forgiato wheels
They ain’t even have to question ’cause they knowin’ who it is
Probably got my son up in this bitch a dirty stick I’m full of pills
Or you can run and talk that shit you gon’ get stretched before this year end
Ok pop a ten, free Lil Ten, killin’
That’s where I’m at right in that north where I’m known as murder man
Ok my mama told me pop my shit and do my dance, I did
Dirty stick while I’m in this bitch on six xans

In and out the chains, swear they don’t know my pain
I don’t know who tryin’ to give me a win, when I like sleep with my shine
I check shit off the line I don’t do no runnin’ bitch I run that game Step with niggas in the dawn from guardin’ that lane gettin full of pure cocaine
He’ll nose sniff and he won’t lose his veins doped up ‘fore he swang that thing
Evacuate, hoe set that claim (Hold on, nigga, hold on, hold on) Bitch I’m Lil’ Diddy and that shottie got some kick and I think that’s too strong
Colby and that bitch had gotta stick, can’t hide in that bitch too long

Marble floors and then I got hoes
Rap nigga want me dead, I’ma take the nigga soul
Reppin’ off of one body, Top got over seven gone
Once that nigga add three, then I’m gon’ start counting on my toes

Always on slime business (slime business)
Matter fact I need some slime hoes (Come on)
I run with gravediggers, pallbearers, knock em off after them youngins wet up the funeral
In the streets you got beef
You been stalking for to bust his dome [?]
Catch you then you gone, in the ground
That same nigga your casket gon’ be laying around