Youngboy Never Broke Again Sticks With Me Lyrics
Sticks With Me by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
NBA youngboy - sticks with me - lyrics
Trap jumpin' like two, three I really can't even think right now I want that Xan', but I ain't got nothin' of that (Xan Walk) Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it don't make sense to me All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men (Oh, oh, oh, oh) And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me Oh (Oh), oh (Shots fall), all these fuckin' shots with me (Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) Hah Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas (Bitch ass nigga) You know how I get down on top, yeah
Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb Three-five, that's all I could do for 'em
Related Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "death enclaimed" - LYRICS HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "One Shot" feat. Lil Baby - LYRICS Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries My momma tell me, "Fuck a nigga," shoot that one who come through swervin' What she said on Instagram? He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more Back then outside the TV storm, like boy, you know you been a ho This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang" His momma call my phone every time she know I left a stain Fuck these niggas and fuck all that blame Fuck these cars, I wan' collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same Glocks out, man down, he don't know, where we ran down What them niggas sayin' now? Not a motherfuckin' thing Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand down You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no fucks Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah Got love for different shit, boy, you ain't on nothin', let's count some heads
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang If we don't go there, then it don't happen 'Cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way Baton Rouge, know it's done this way And enough for what my momma say With that bitch up, down and side my waist Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I missed my fade Gotta put bird back inside that cage When you think the gang, I'm on the same And I put two of them bitches up for somethin', and still got more in vain I ain't forget about what you did, my nigga Our opps don't know about them pictures Nigga don't know I coulda been and zipped him But it's good, I respect your call, nigga, I'ma catch 'em
Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her Not for anything and it don't make sense to me All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me Oh, oh all these fuckin' shots with me Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas You know how I get down on top, yeah
Trap jumpin' like two, three I really can't even think right now I want that Xan', but I ain't got nothin' of that (Xan Walk) Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her
Not for anything and it don't make sense to me All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men (Oh, oh, oh, oh) And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me Oh (Oh), oh (Shots fall), all these fuckin' shots with me (Ayy, DDawg, nigga, you know what it is with me) Hah Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas (Bitch ass nigga) You know how I get down on top, yeah
Dirty ass nigga, pull up fresher than a newborn This shit just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb Three-five, that's all I could do for 'em
Related Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "death enclaimed" - LYRICS HOT SONG: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - "One Shot" feat. Lil Baby - LYRICS Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that's the alarm You gon' see 'bout twenty niggas right behind me and they all armed I go post up in that North like, nigga, I ain't got no worries My momma tell me, "Fuck a nigga," shoot that one who come through swervin' What she said on Instagram? He better shoot 'til he can't shoot no more Back then outside the TV storm, like boy, you know you been a ho This thug life shit'll never go, my son be screamin', "Gang, gang" His momma call my phone every time she know I left a stain Fuck these niggas and fuck all that blame Fuck these cars, I wan' collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was, then bitch, you would go do the same Glocks out, man down, he don't know, where we ran down What them niggas sayin' now? Not a motherfuckin' thing Catch you with your pants down, bitch, you ain't gotta stand down You know the only reason that we came in contact for to leave a stain
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
I pop these Blues Clues Xans like I'm a junky, I don't give no fucks Better come correctly, bitch, you paid to slump me, I'ma put you up Fuck a push-up, get your weight up, I got my cake up, lil' nigga, yeah Got love for different shit, boy, you ain't on nothin', let's count some heads
Ten thousand on me now, this ain't no rap money, nah, nah I just passed it to my youngin', he gon' clap somethin', yeah, yeah You know we load up soon as we get the drop on 'em, pop out Just keep up with that ra-ra, we spinnin' while the cops out
Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang If we don't go there, then it don't happen 'Cause them niggas ain't gon' come this way Baton Rouge, know it's done this way And enough for what my momma say With that bitch up, down and side my waist Screamin', "Kill me, bitch," I missed my fade Gotta put bird back inside that cage When you think the gang, I'm on the same And I put two of them bitches up for somethin', and still got more in vain I ain't forget about what you did, my nigga Our opps don't know about them pictures Nigga don't know I coulda been and zipped him But it's good, I respect your call, nigga, I'ma catch 'em
Shawty said she need me and I ain't never needed her Not for anything and it don't make sense to me All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men And all of this money and these motherfuckin' sticks with me Oh, oh all these fuckin' shots with me Yeah, fuck these hoes, man, fuck all these niggas You know how I get down on top, yeah