YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rough Ryder Lyrics

Rough Ryder By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Adam Slide made the beat slide)

(G——, BJ with another one)

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim

Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold a– bloody n—-

Just another sign, blow his a–, another trace, another record

Just a b—- who talkin’ down or another n—- think he f—–’ with me

Dirty game, f—–’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that n—-

Dirt up on my name, f— the fame, free DDawg from out the system

Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol

B—-, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to pin him, yeah

Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North

I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved

I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call

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That’s why I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made n—-, yeah

I’m a f—–’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head

You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave them n—– red

Where I go, them hitters follow

They on my a–, but I know the game that’s played

On top my s—, these p—- n—– hatin’, face me, n—-

Ridin’ ’round in my Rolls-Royce screamin’, “Gang,” I know you hate me, n—-

We gon’ forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, n—-

B—-, I’m twenty, I done spent four million and dropped a half just for the zipper

Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)

Pallbearer runnin’ with the f—–’ gravediggers, yeah

Public figure ridin’ with the f—–’ K’s with him


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Don’t give a f— ’bout how I turn out once his mans with him

I’m quick to jump out with my glaow, they gon’ slang with him

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Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North

I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved

I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call

That’s why I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made n—-, yeah

I’m a f—–’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head

You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave them n—– red

Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my a–, but I know the game that’s played

Everywhere I pull up, all these hoes, they wanna know where Top is

M——— a show, I dropped my tape, now where my f—–’ guap at?

Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at

They know I’m strapped up in this b—-, I shoot, a n—- can’t stop that

I’m 38

I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made n—-, yeah

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I’m a f—–’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head

You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave them n—– red

Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my a–, but I know the game that’s played

Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim

Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold a– bloody n—-

Just another sign, blow his a–, another trace, another record

Just a b—- who talkin’ down or another n—- think he f—–’ with me

Dirty game, f—–’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that n—-

Dirt up on my name, f— the fame, free DDawg from out the system

Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol

B—-, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to pin him

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