DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again — BBL

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(Uzoma, come here)
I fuck on that ho and came back on her
Fuck on that ho and I– yeah
(Chill, Hint)

I fuck on that ho and came back on her (Yeah), it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil’ ass on you (Let’s go), your doctor did good, shit, I can’t even tell
I’m the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin’-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas

It’s Baby, bitch, say that shit two times (Say it two)
Baby, Baby, he acting brand new now (Baby, Baby)
Had to shake ’em, he got back his juicе now (And the– woo)
Now you double back, knew you wеre coming back (Let’s go)
Got the shit in my house that connect the guest house to the house, park the Rolls-Royce up under that (Yeah)
I could fuck up the game if a nigga dropped now, set it down, niggas think he ain’t comin’ back
Somebody must told you wrong (Huh?)
Come through popping on a whole new song (Yeah, bitch)
Pussy nigga must think they lit ’til they put us in this bitch and cut the Pro Tools on (Yeah, nigga)
Hatin’-ass nigga still gon’ die, keep waitin’ in the line, bitch, it won’t be long (No, no)
Rap niggas talk big boy shit, but when I’m in the room, they control they tone
I set it off on these niggas, they know it too (They know it)
Long live G, a bitch play, he gon’ go with you (Let’s go)
You know your lil’ brother gon’ blow that– (Woo)
That’s my gangster bitch, she from the west side (Yeah, the west)
Many men, bitch, I need me a vest (Uh-huh)
You gon’ need more than that how we step out
Spend every dollar I got ’til a nigga get dropped, take his ass out the game, nigga checked out (Bitch)
You the type of fuck nigga switch up when you don’t get attention, lil’ bitch feelin’ left out (Bitch)
I could be the lil’ dog in the room, I’ma walk in that bitch my chin up with my chest out
Honestly, all these rap niggas hoes music, don’t got no bop in it, back on they neck now
Goin’ Birdman, I need my respect out
Got a bitch look like Left Eye, yes I (Yeah)

I fuck on that ho and came back on her (Go), it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil’ ass on you (Let’s go), your doctor did good, shit, I can’t even tell
I’m the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin’-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas

Fully loaded whip, I’m back on my bullshit
And this bitch fully loaded, FN clip
Turn that block and the two shooters come out the roof, spinnin’ back to back, back ’til they finish ’em
Shorty driving while we in a widebody
At a spot where they gon’ drop off them bodies
She gon’ leave on commercial, come back in a private
I know that she got it, gotta make sure she copy
Dirty lil’ kitchen, she cleaning the bowls
Bro servin’ the bowl, we still sellin’ them ‘bows
Brother gon’ trap while I’m confined at home
House arrest from me totin’ that fire on the road
Know for a fact she ain’t breakin’ the code, everything, she don’t know
If they kickin’ in doors, she won’t open her mouth
I surprised her, they backin’ the Lamb’ off the truck in the bottom, south side
In my grandmother house where my mom and them grew
Like I’m sick, got the flu, I been turned up on Boo
With that stick, I’ma shoot, I don’t play with them dudes
Flood her neck with them diamonds, lil’ shorty the truth
In her purse, put the blick, smoke on one, I’ma hit
But he only got eight, better come with the tip
My little youngin take quarters, he don’t give a shit
If he can’t add it up, he gon’ sell it to you
Sign her name for that cutter, she buy it for you
Shorty stay with the shit and she down for the crew
She pickin’ it up and I’m poppin’ her off, when that gangster shit come, sling that iron for you
Stealin’ polos and T-shirts up out of the mall, I ain’t nothin’ like Omar, send that wire for you
Vacuum seals, baking soda, this home improvement, she bring the quinine by two, go

I fuck on that ho and came back on her (Go), it look like she went got a new BBL
Oh, now you done went got a lil’ ass on you, your doctor did good, shit, I can’t even tell
I’m the only one wrap, bitch, the pack in the mail
Had to make something for the gangster bitches
Never by myself, got the banger with me
Hatin’-ass nigga, man, I hate them niggas