Carter Son Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

You're a Genius McFly 

AI 

It's the carters son 

Turn me up a lil 

Picture me new 3D denim I'm city rollin (rollin) 

But did I mention this my own clothes 

The fuck you mean 

Made nigga bought me own rollie 

But if them crackers pull me over they gon say I stole it 

4 mornin we on it 

I went bought two S trophies 

My father left my sis and bros to them I feel I owe it 

But let's not be heroic 

Cause everybody roguish 

They don't want us to totin guns but they let the fuckin killas tote it 

Let's take a ride and see tho 

Where them people be tho 

Colt 45 they gripped his iron bought this bitch from kasino 

Soprano no soprino 

We live life like Yung Bino 

Had a show in Bimo after that post on the block with Chino (imma hustlin mothefucka) 

Look for a star on every hunnid c note 

I'm the top on youtube 

Fuck a new school ion use no b votes 

These niggas round me they to cruel 

They bust tools 

And die for me tho 

I don't pay money for no life 

The murder pay off me so 

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Came out alright 

But I'm black and from the life I can't see tho (nawfside, in the field, 4kt bitch) 

Got juveniles on the block 30 stick hangin out the Glock 

Bandanna tied round the clip 

And they go all out for me tho 

Sucked all the pain up 

Let's fuck the game up 

Plenty niggas on the block pushin that rock (Mr Carters Son) 

You got yo change up 

They brought yo name up 

When it's war we wet they block 

And when it's set this shit'll never be pain 

I can't say I'm fucking with all this evolving 

These niggas ain right and they ballin 

I don't give a fuck (no) 

I call up Osama my papa 

Like load up and come and rob all them (rob all them) 

Venezuela be there later 

My first trip to Georgia made us 

So keep play with that bitch 

Double G NBA native 

I wish baptism could've saved us 

Never bunk until the grave in 

Excuse ourself knock on the tables 

I make her pussy bite the pain 

I can't say I'm fucking with all this evolving 

These niggas ain right and they ballin 

I don't give a fuck (no) 

I call up Osama my papa 

Like load up and come and rob all them 

Came out alright 

But I'm black and from the life I can't see tho 

Got juveniles on the block 30 stick hangin out the Glock 

Bandanna tied round the clip 

And they go all out for me tho