Tag: BJ

Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Can’t Let The World In Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
12Hunna on the beat
Goddamn, BJ with another one

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Ridin’ real fast, nigga, motherfuck a cop car
Intercept the pass on your ass, put my mans in
Bad bitches running ’round my mansion, YoungBoy rock star
I bought that McLaren just to ride ’round with that cash in it
Elevator in the house, too many of us, no can fit in
My Bentley came out pearlin’, my Styrofoam got syrup in it
Twitter, Instagram, erase it all, can’t let the world in
Lil Top a fucking dawg, I’ll turn your best friend to your girlfriend

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
V8 swervin’
Double cup my drank and plus my V8, it got syrup in it
I go spend big bank on anything ’cause I deserve it
Take a dirty bitch and clean her with somethin’ simple as detergent
Turn out one, she ain’t dumb, I’ll kick that bitch out on the curb and
I don’t need all that fake love, don’t heal pain, that shit ain’t workin’
Goyard, I’m on go soon as them youngin sent out to murk him
It’s a tradition where I’m from, you know it’s dumb, we gon’ T-shirt him
And that red light like a motherfuckin’ demon, baby

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Ridin’ real fast, nigga, motherfuck a cop car
Intercept the pass on your ass, put my mans in
Bad bitches running ’round my mansion, YoungBoy rock star
I bought that McLaren just to ride ’round with that cash in it
Elevator in the house, too many of us, no can fit in
My Bentley came out pearlin’, my Styrofoam got syrup in it
Twitter, Instagram, erase it all, can’t let the world in
Lil Top a fucking dawg, I’ll turn your best friend to your girlfriend

[Verse 2: Rich The Kid]
V8 swervin’ (V8 swervin’)
2020 Maybach, add the curtain (Add the curtain)
Hit the plug, feed the block (The block)
I’m rich, no Roddy, bitches callin’ me, can’t eat the box
(I’m rich, no Roddy, bitch)
When I fuck her, tell her bring her girlfriend (Girlfriend)
Bentley out the lot, I pull it out, I got it pearlin’ (Skrrt)
I keep gettin’ money, you niggas keep gettin’ mad
Give her a bag, she’ll call me dad
Can’t love her, not just a tad
Going fast like a NASCAR
I stuffed 200 in my bag, did the dash, boy (Did the dash, boy)
A different bitch for every stamp on my passport
Call me when the check clear, meet me at the ‘port (Win)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Ridin’ real fast, nigga, motherfuck a cop car
Intercept the pass on your ass, put my mans in
Bad bitches running ’round my mansion, YoungBoy rock star
I bought that McLaren just to ride ’round with that cash in it
Elevator in the house, too many of us, no can fit in
My Bentley came out pearlin’, my Styrofoam got syrup in it
Twitter, Instagram, erase it all, can’t let the world in
Lil Top a fucking dawg, I’ll turn your best friend to your girlfriend

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Walking Dead Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Goddamn, BJ with another one
Hahaha, ha ha
Hahahahaha

[Chorus]
It done kicked in, I’m on now, and I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried, I’ma get ’em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, “Shoot up where he stay”
Most timе I be full of meds
Kill switch, leavе a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
Nigga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

[Verse 1]
Leanin’ out that kickstand, I say drive that rose and kids
Glorify my hitman, he know I love to clean up mess
4L tatted, ’round my neck
Let’s get active, then press next
Bitch, that caption get you stretched
Cut back massive, hit him, wreck
On sight clap ’em, and don’t miss
Clean the city, [?]
AP fashion, mean his wrist
Murder one, I seen that shit
Just like they got the top down
You would think I’m Ken, got hella bricks
He a demon baby but he Heaven-sent
They don’t weigh the same that’s a heavy stick
Roller coaster when the MAC-11 spit
Fuck you mean you ain’t eatin’, nigga?
Take him out, this ain’t no belly shit
Interruptin’ my meal, nigga
Separate his ass on some section shit
Gang ties in them people eyes
So my mans in all type of shit
But I’m numbed up through all of it

[Chorus]
It done kicked in, I’m on now, and I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the window rolled down, and we let them shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em buried, I’m gon’ get ’em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I spark the lead
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, “Shoot up where he stay”
Most time I be full of meds
Kill switch, leave a nigga dead
Ten say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slime, that’s head for head
Creeper when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for to slain ones head
Nigga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play it
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

[Verse 2]
I run that money up, I could fill a Brinks truck
On Dump, they gone die in here, if they try to breach us
Bitch, why you try to run? You know your cleats stuck
Blow the strap and leave you laid out with your feet up
Nigga try to walk like Top, like, they wanna be us
Bitch, we the reason your brother murder got your tension up
I say, “God be with them niggas,” talk bout, zippin’ us
I’m that nigga, made them juvis from the Parish, what you sayin’?

[Chorus]
It ain’t kick, then I’m on now, and I’m out of my top
Hit that block, the windows rolled down, then we let the shots off
Cemetery, cemetery, bodies right on my block
Pall bearer, get ’em bare, I’m gon’ get ’em knocked off
Okay, ace of spades, poker face, Wockhardt, walking dead
In that new Mulsanne like I’m insane
Blow out the brain, I sparkle it
Walk, arm stretched, accurate
I say, “Shooter, where you stay?”
Most time I be feel amaze
Catch him, leave a nigga dead
Tears say we go ten for ten
Slimes for slimes, that’s head for head
Creepin’ when I’m walkin’ in
Slang that iron for the slime, we said
Nigga, you gon’ watch your mouth
I’ma put you up, that’s how we gon’ play
[?] back to the Nawf
I be posted where they bangin’ red

[Outro]
Woah, woah, woah, woah (4KTrey)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah (Goddamn, BJ with another one)
Gon’ get ’em knocked off

King Von – Ride Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
Damn
I’d risk it all for you
And when a nigga get jammed, I’ma call for you
Yeah, yeah
Imma have to call your shit
(DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)
Von

[Verse 1]
You know how it go (Go)
When we in the streets (Streets)
I’m with my partners got my chopper like I’m NLE (NLE)
I’m out on bond, gang member with three felonies (Three felonies)
Might go to jail, if I need you, would you be there for me? (Be there for me)
The police thirsty too (Damn)
They just surround the block (The block)
Louie saw ’em comin’ (Damn)
He told BJ, and Top (Ayy, watch out)
It was too late, I’m got (On God)
They snatch my chain, my watch (Chain, my watch)
They threw me in thе car (The car)
Now can you hold me down?

[Pre-Chorus]
A nigga always in the street, I’m playin’ foul (Playin’ foul)
I bе up on trial (Up on trial)
Locked up for a while (For a while)
I don’t know if I’ma make it, I don’t know if I’ma drown
I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride

[Chorus]
Would you ride? Would you ride?
Would you ride for me?
Would you ride? Now would you ride?
Could you ride for real?
You gon’ ride, you gon’ ride, pick a side
Don’t you lie, come on ride, don’t you lie to me
Come on ride

[Verse 2]
I got court tomorrow (Damn)
She say she gon’ come (She gon’ come)
I’m on trial, what I’m facin’ a nigga murder one (Murder one)
She held it down, lately yeah, when I was on the run (On the run)
Held my gun (DJ on the-) What?
Who I love? Girl you the only one (You the only one)
I’ma make you smile (Make you smile)
Throw you some paper (Throw you some paper)
Girl, just be patient when they done deliberatin’ (Yeah)
I’ma show you, you the greatest, all them other hoes be hatin’ now
I’m rich and they can’t take it, I’m just happy that we made it (Von)
Fuck it, I’d risk it all for you (I’d risk it all for you)
When a nigga get jammed, I’ma call for you (I’ma call for you)
All these hoes lovin’ with who I am, I won’t fall for it (No, I won’t fall for it)
For a bitch like you, I’d give it all to her (I’d give all to her)

[Pre-Chorus]
‘Cause a nigga always in the street, I’m playin’ foul (Playin’ foul)
I be up on trial (Up on trial)
Locked up for a while (For a while)
I don’t know if I’ma make it, I don’t know if I’ma drown
I just know if I get locked up, I can count on you to ride

[Chorus]
Would you ride? Would you ride?
Would you ride for me?
Would you ride? Now would you ride?
Could you ride for real?
You gon’ ride, you gon’ ride, pick a side
Don’t you lie, come on ride, don’t you lie to me
Come on ride (DJ on the beat so it’s a banger)

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Big Bankroll Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Drell On The Track)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Yeah
I’m full of drugs and I’m still turnt up, nigga
I’m still in love and I’m and I’m and I’m muggin’, nigga
I’ll kill a nigga if he ever try to slug a nigga
Huh? Yeah, look

[Chorus]
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ’em all
And I still ain’t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that
Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that
I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain’t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

[Verse 1]
I say murder, we gon’ the blow the curb up
I’m talkin’ to thе point where they can’t еven serve nothin’
I say they all deceased whenever that we swerve on ’em
You better be on point, we pull up shootin’ tryna murk something
One body, two body, three body, four
Five bodies, now we knockin’ at your door
Been in that ‘Raq for ’bout a month, these niggas hoes
Straight down with them poles
Bending curves with my lit bros
Out at night, get your life stole
Harbor freight, don’t use no stove
Mold the shit then get it sold
Face the bitch, he break the code
I take that Tar & Ferry, fuck that nigga, I could make my own
We call it Hard Feddi, blood on this, you take it, lose your dome
I got niggas servin’ for me now my baby mamas used to fuck
That spot you known them niggas for to be at, I’m the reason they ain’t there
I’m the founder of the killing season, every month I pay that fare
Nigga know I’m in that car most time tryna see if they out here, bitch

[Chorus]
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ’em all
And I still ain’t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that
Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that
I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain’t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

[Verse 2]
Do she love me or do she love me not?
I don’t know, I gotta see, but check me out, XO
I’m like is I’m gon’ kill him or he gon’ kill me?
But, fuck, I think I jinxed myself ’cause I just ran out of leaves
Man, look, I’m doped up and I’m fucked up, fuck that pussy nigga
Nigga know them jiggas got dope inside ’em, so I’m bucked up tryna zip a nigga
Since I was eighteen on, who made me?
I ain’t go two months without killing me a nigga
Let them niggas talk that shit for Insta
God’ll tell you I’m a bloody nigga, lil’ bitch
Two books I split between two niggas, ain’t get it back
Officer, when you talk ’bout selling drugs, I sell verses, you mean crack
‘Cause that’s the only I got, I serve that shit there back to back
Y’all paint me like I’m made of violence
Any case on me refer to shootin’ back
They can’t pinpoint who I whacked
Bring you bitches out like back to back
Make ’em come and draw the chalk, who next?
I want another hat like motherfuck that
I tell my twin, “You better not motherfuckin’ touch that”
Every time we see you up that, bitch, you know you gettin’ bust at

[Chorus]
Big bankroll in my pocket, okay, let’s go
Toting on 223s with my partner smoking hella dope
Playboy lifestyle, I got hella hoes
Then had the baddest of ’em all
And I still ain’t never chose
Fuck that shit, hang up the phone, ain’t talkin’ no money, man, I’m done with that
Told my youngin’ he better not stop spinnin’ on him ’til we done with that
I’m walkin’ with a hunnid stacks, this drum, it hold a hunnid, yeah
He took that blick straight out his pants and top
Ain’t gave that boy no pass
I put that bitch right on his ass

[Outro]
Murder, we gon’ throw the curveball
Gotta get it, boy, them pussy ass niggas can’t say nothin’
(Drell On The Track) We gon’ pile up, drill ’em all, yeah
(Goddamn, BJ with another one) Pull up, we gon’ spray ’em down, yeah

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Rough Ryder Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
(Adam Slide made the beat slide)
(Goddamn, BJ with another one)

[Refrain]
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin’ down or another nigga think he fuckin’ with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to peel him, yeah

[Pre-Chorus]
Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Verse 1]
On top my shit, these pussy niggas hatin’, face me, nigga
Ridin’ ’round in my Rolls-Royce screamin’, “Gang,” I know you hate me, nigga
We gon’ forever bang and stay untamed, they tryna break me, nigga
Bitch, I’m twenty, I done spent four million and dropped a half just for to zip ’em
Lay your bed, I throw the pillow (Ooh, yeah)
Pallbearer runnin’ with the fuckin’ gravediggers, yeah
Public figure ridin’ with the fuckin’ K’s with him
Don’t give a fuck ’bout how I turn out once his mans with him
I’m quick to jump out with my gun out, they gon’ slang with him

[Pre-Chorus]
Pistol packin’ in the North, 4Trey stack in the North
I’m down to kill a whole house when my feelings involved
I’m down to push the button on y’all, I give my brothers one call
And while I’m singin’ all my pain, they plan on tearin’ me down

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Verse 2]
AI pull up, all these hoes, they wanna know where Top at
Motherfuck a show, I dropped my tape, now where my fuckin’ guap at?
Soon as I walk up in my show, they tryna see where my Glock at
They know I’m strapped up in this bitch, I shoot and you can’t stop that
I’m thuggin’

[Chorus]
I’m a rough rider, lowlife, made nigga, yeah
I’m a fuckin’ problem, thirty pop him, play, we pop his head
You know Top’ll stop ’em, we clear the scene and leave these niggas red
Where I go, them hitters follow, they on my ass, but I know the game, let’s play it

[Refrain]
Body bag, toe tag, in the streets, another victim
Juggin’ bag, gettin’ it on, cold ass bloody nigga
Just another sign, blow his ass, another trace, another record
Just a bitch who talkin’ down or another nigga think he fuckin’ with me
Dirty game, fuckin’ shame, kiss me ’cause she love that nigga
Dirt up on my name, fuck the fame, free DDawg from out the system
Gang gon’ stay the same, your friends gon’ change, slide with my bro and with this pistol
Bitch, I keep my thing, I let it bang, don’t play no games, we quick to peel him

[Outro]
XO

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Diamonds Lyrics

Play this song

[Intro]
BJ on the beat boy
God damn, BJ with another one

[Chorus]
These niggas ain’t seen me when I jumped out, they just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
Fuck who ain’t feelin’ me, ain’t no gettin’ rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I’m gone
Makin’ sure it don’t stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin’ they ain’t leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now, ’cause I say I’m that nigga now

[Verse 1]
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no runnin’ the block
I remember times that I was cryin’, you would tell me to stop
You knew the times when I was high just from the look in my eye
I know that you the main reason that I’m shinin’ right now
I say the hood still the same
See Nicky old house, start thinkin’ ’bout lil’ Dave
I look next door and I don’t see Miss Annie-May
I can’t be standin’ out here too long ‘fore we start hearin’ them K’s
I’ma turn the page
He say he know her, I said they didn’t know
We gon’ go around the back and we gon’ burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist’ up
Yeah, we rollin’ four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin’ in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
I will tell them niggas took a shot and fuckin’ missed us
Thankin’ God for my shooter, I’m so thankful he don’t miss nothin’
Heart race at night, hold me tight
If they catch you cold, then you pay my price
I say ma proud to be safe, money make up for a kite
City dog, I hope you fine, ’cause he ain’t call last night

[Refrain]
Makin’ sure it don’t stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin’ they ain’t leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now
Makin’ sure it don’t stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin’ they ain’t leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now

[Verse 2]
I say confess, tell the truth ’bout everything I know
And I promised to place you deep inside, right there where my pain is
Fuck my feels, come and tell me how I really feel
Hey, fuck that fast money, tell me where you wanna live
Overdose off shine
Came from the back ’cause I lost mine
I’m in love with you and I can’t hide it
My chest got an ice box inside it
Yeah, I sent them slimes to send them shots out the coupe
You might say I fucked up ’cause they came back ridin’
But then we spinned again, like back-to-back
You pussy bitch, you spinned again then we double-back
And that’s that, boy

[Chorus]
These niggas ain’t seen me when I jumped out, they just seen all these diamonds
I hope I motivate your soul
Fuck who ain’t feelin’ me, ain’t no gettin’ rid of me
My money long, life should be balanced once I’m gone
Makin’ sure it don’t stop
This life of a young hard knock
I bet they wishin’ they ain’t leave me now
I wish my grandmother could see me now

[Outro]
He say he know her, I said they didn’t know
We gon’ go around the back and we gon’ burn this bitch up
For them to take what we done earned, they gotta burn our wrist up
Patek on Audemar, Rolex on here, bitch, watch how it glist’ up
Yeah, we rollin’ four-deep in the streets and we be sticked up
You keep stuntin’ in front them hoes and get your stupid ass sticked up
I will tell them niggas took a shot and fuckin’ missed us
Thankin’ God for my shooter, I’m so thankful he don’t miss nothin’