Gang Shit Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Ayy, free D-Dawg 

Ayy, 4KTrey 

Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe 

Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today? 

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with? 

Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit 

Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch 

That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch 

Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch? 

Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit 

When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick 

Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin' 

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Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron 

He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end 

Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then 

Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's 

I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then 

Bitch, I be that nigga cock it back and go to firin' 

I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens 

Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying 

Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body 

Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin' 

Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin' 

Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin' 

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with? 

Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit 

Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch 

That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch 

Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch? 

Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit 

When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick 

Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin' 

She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar 

She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin' over 

Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin' 

You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over 

You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then 

I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend 

What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then 

With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica 

Say you gon' stamp me, put yo mammy on that front row 

I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco 

These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low 

You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your fuckin' face low 

On gang, nigga 

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with? 

Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit 

Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch 

That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch 

Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch? 

Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit 

When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick 

Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'