Head Blown Lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Super E 

D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin') 

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat 

Come from the streets, stay with that heat 

Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded 

I'm shooting if I hear a peep 

I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G 

They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach 

Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad 

So I started with head, I make her go deep 

I just dropped off the top on a Lambo 

I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo 

I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot 

You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown 

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Head blown straight up out of the system 

Made nigga on the block with them killers 

On go, gorillas, everybody official 

Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him 

If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back 

If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him 

I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga 

Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted 

D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away 

Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave 

On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way 

He could buck and run up and get shot in his face 

I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin' 

You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch 

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat 

Come from the streets, stay with that heat 

Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded 

I'm shooting if I hear a peep 

I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G 

They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach 

Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad 

So I started with head, I make her go deep 

I just dropped off the top on a Lambo 

I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo 

I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot 

You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown 

I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb 

Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word? 

I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you heard 

I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back) 

I got out of my sack, I can't fuck up the bag 

I'ma run up a check, I'ma never relax 

I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes 

You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back 

If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news 

For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that 

When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react? 

But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that 

Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son 

I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run 

If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run 

But they can't get away when I strike with this gun 

Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned 

Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz 

Osama one hundred, I call him, he come 

Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done 

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat 

Come from the streets, stay with that heat 

Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded 

I'm shooting if I hear a peep 

I ain't with the fuckery, I'm a real G 

They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach 

Shawty wan' fuck with me real bad 

So I started with head, I make her go deep 

I just dropped off the top on a Lambo 

I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo 

I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot 

You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown