YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Knocked Off Lyrics


Knocked Off By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Who made this s—?
TayTay made the beat
Ayy, f— all you n—–, yeah, yeah
Free Choppa, you know the dun dotta, yeah
We step on anything, and still steppin’ n—-

Look, went to the bank, I left with fifty in my pocket, n—-
Gang, I been trying leave them blanks on your noggin, n—-
I got juveniles who steppin’ to no dirty pistols, yeah
All my n—– are still spinnin’, tryna leave a n—- dead
N—-, what you said? We puttin’ you to sleep in ya bed
On the bottom the Nine, I just put a beam, everything be F, all red
Talk that talk, get on these meds
That’s your talk, we bust your head
Catch him bad, hop out and spread
Jumped out and we slumped his a–
They came when we on his a–

I just want Young B to show me somethin’
I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin’, uh-huh
I come through, shawty, she don’t want no others
Pull up and we thuggin’, buckin’, clutchin’ on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon’ get him knocked off
These b—- n—– don’t wan’ walk with me
My brothers blow your block down
Trap up for that price just like a Greyhound
I want you, I got cake now
You want a lawyer? You can stay down
I don’t want you in my way now

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Can’t help you, see, I’m rich
Say the wrong thing and you bent
We got FNs and Glock .10s, ten millimeter
Them boy hot and I done broke the meter
All this money got me bling, I don’t know these people
She won’t be with me, I just won’t date her, won’t date her, go
She wanna talk, yeah, I don’t have no data, no data, whoa
I stay with that swore just like Darth Vader, Darth Vader, whoa
B—- I keep the stick, but don’t play pole, I let it blow
I just tried to kill another n—- the other day
I just got another half a million up in the bank
P—- n—-, we ain’t never snitchin’, b—-, what you think?
I got rifles, Dracos and pistols, blow up a tank
I just want Young B to show me somethin’
I got killers on Front Street and we ain’t runnin’, uh-huh
I come through, shawty, she don’t want no others
Pull up and we thuggin’, buckin’, clutchin’ on them cutters
He say he want smoke with me, we gon’ get him knocked off
These b—- n—– don’t wan’ walk with me
My brothers blow your block down
Trap up for that price just like a Greyhound
I want you, I got cake now
You want a lawyer? You can stay down
I don’t want you in my way now

Who made this s—?
TayTay made the beat

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