YoungBoy Never Broke Again – I-10 Baby Lyrics

I-10 Baby By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Dubba-AA flexin’)

(Mm, Statik on the track)

(David Tell ‘Em)

N—- playin’ ’round with that dope, we send him straight through and fell

I go post up in the North, I’m on the block causing hell

I tell my dude lock down that corner, don’t give a f— ’bout no 12

‘Cause once them b—— lock us up, soon as we touch, we jump bail (This is the sound)

And this the strap, soon as I came back, tryna take back what’s mine

Don’t give a f— ’bout where you from, you tote that flag, you a slime

I’m smokin’ pine, I’m totin’ that iron, it’s every time that I’m slidin’

I spent my last to calm my nerves, this b—- wan’ play with my mind

I ain’t got no time just for the jokes ’cause my big bro doin’ time

B—- throw four suits up on the floor and I can flow you a rhyme

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I come through swervin’, gettin’ dirty with them sticks in the ride

Plus I’m servin’ some s— you could cut ’bout four or three times

I take my lick the first time, now watch I jump on a slab

I’ma get a b—- clean as a b—- to drive a book and a half

She want a sixty, smelled the s— up, went to coughin’, I laughed

He said this s— already must be hit, so it ain’t gotta take no bath

Get it by me, try to stop me, pop you, knock your on off

I ain’t quarantinin’ for a reason, we ain’t closin’ no stores

I’m still screamin’, “Killer season,” zippin’ s— ’bout my bros

We got these hoes doin’ wrong, they throw a right, that’s the code

Up with the scope, so I been chill, you send a shot, I cause hell


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I chase that money like I’m Dezz, we drop that s— on Canell

And I knew how to make it hard since Koda taught me at twelve

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With Von from Roosevelt to Maryland, we took over the cells

This is music to another level, cold-blooded f—–’ stepper

How much that you made now? I say 20 M’s or better

So I got money for to f— up, rap gon’ pay or settle

Or we gon’ rob your stupid a– out what you try to sell us

Hit it, I go zydeco, ridin’ ’round with that four pound

You can’t use no screwdriver, know a hammer get it broke down

They slumped that boy right at the store, I swear it wasn’t no showdown

We blast at you and who because we aim to let a ho down

Do a verse and get it back, I couldn’t take a loss, huh

But b—-, you play with mine, your s— get splatt, we take one off, huh

Couldn’t ever have no b—-, turned to a dog, huh, dog, huh

Drop a bag, I serve ’em raw, then knock ’em all down (All down)

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P—- a– n—-, haha, yeah

It’s on birthday, n—-, what you talkin’ ’bout? Got the camera on me now, b—- a– n—-

But I got somethin’ that’ll flash you way worser

Ol’ b—- a– n—-, I’ll dirt him, you hear me?

You already know how I get down, you already know how I’m bomin’

Everything gon’ with a beef, b—- a– n—-, Blood gang or no gang

You’ll be in, you’ll be in

Ayy, what he say? You’ll be in or you’ll be out, what that b—- a– n—- say?

You’ll be in, and that’s on Dump

Yeah, b—- a– n—-, you’ll get slumped on this side, believe that

Yeah, what you on, foe?

Rapper gon’ give it back and that’s a fact

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