YoungBoy Never Broke Again – On the Rest Lyrics


[Intro]

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

You gettin’ me, D-Will?

Yeah

They know who I am

[Chorus]

I ain’t have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn’t right, huh

Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh

He ain’t never know that they wasn’t his type, but he know now

He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out

He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah

Juggin’ back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that

I won’t talk, I pulled up lookin’, where that check at?

I told ’em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah

[Verse 1]

I pull up icy from my fuckin’ head to teeth (Head to teeth)

I don’t speak, you see murder when I blink

I’m in that Rolls with that gang out on the street

These pussy ass niggas gon’ sing, they try takin’ somethin’ from me

I done ran a check up, I go promise I won’t hurt no more

Straight out that North, that’s on my boy, I never trust no ho

Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole

I’ma catch my K before I freeze, they’ll never say I fold

Who broke the code?

[Chorus]

I ain’t have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn’t right, huh

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Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh

He ain’t never know that they wasn’t his type, but he know now

He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out

He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah

Juggin’ back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that

I won’t talk, I pulled up lookin’, where that check at?

I told ’em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah

[Verse 2]

Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain’t been paid, okay

I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I’m fazed, I ain’t

Paid two mil’ close for my house, I ain’t stayed ten days

Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise

Go check my bank account, don’t give a fuck who lit

Any problem, get it fixed, worry ’bout no nigga or no bitch

Bloody nigga, I can show him how to move a brick

They know we be with the shit

Ask VL, I’m gon’ get ’em hit

They slid on shit inside the sixty

[Chorus]

I ain’t have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn’t right, huh

Keep that red flag, tote that thirty pole, plus he right, huh

He ain’t never know that they wasn’t his type, but he know now

He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out

He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah

Juggin’ back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that

I won’t talk, I pulled up lookin’, where that check at?

I told ’em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah

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