YoungBoy Never Broke Again feat. Yeat -
Ma’ I Got A Family (A Gangsta Grillz Special Edition Hosted by DJ Drama)
I Don’t Text Back (feat. Yeat)
I upgraded my linen, huh, DOP, I don't do no simpin', uh
I really don't want you up inside my mentions (ayo, Bans, what you cooking?)
Get inside, I start diggin', huh, know you feelin' my inside your kidneys
I had to grind and it take me a minute
They was talkin' 'bout me 'cause my clothes was dingy
Hand-me-downs, I used to wear from my cousin
I used to ride up to slimes in the Pontiac
I got this shit in position, I'm quarterback
Pendants I put 'round my neck, make a Cartier
Cartier watch, it's not even a starter pack
All in my sleep, I get stack after stack
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that
(Huh, huh) uh
I mix the Oxy' with X, bitch, I'm booted like, "Uh" (uh, uh)
Swervin' that day, but then bitch, I'm gon' crank up like, "Huh"
I got some twizzies, they crazy, they kill you, they get you like, "Huh-huh-huh"
I made a mill' every day of this week, bitch, I'm rich, like, "Um-hmm" (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the swerve, I'm in the frog-eyed Bentley (skrrt)
I'm at the top of this shit like I'm Big Ole pimpin' (yeah, pimpin')
You broke, lil' bitch, we in the big boy league, you still countin' them pennies (bitch)
I was just talkin' to God, I'll fly with the birds, I'll fly with the cranes
I was just talkin' to demon, he told me, "Go get it," he told me, "It's endless" (heartless)
I'm not your friend, your twizz', your cousin, listen, no, I'm not friendly
I just been booted up for like 60 days, bitch, you know I been heavenly (booted up)
And you know that's why I do not reply, lil' bitch, so why is you textin' me?
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that
I really don't want you up inside my mentions (ayo, Bans, what you cooking?)
Get inside, I start diggin', huh, know you feelin' my inside your kidneys
I had to grind and it take me a minute
They was talkin' 'bout me 'cause my clothes was dingy
Hand-me-downs, I used to wear from my cousin
I used to ride up to slimes in the Pontiac
I got this shit in position, I'm quarterback
Pendants I put 'round my neck, make a Cartier
Cartier watch, it's not even a starter pack
All in my sleep, I get stack after stack
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that
(Huh, huh) uh
I mix the Oxy' with X, bitch, I'm booted like, "Uh" (uh, uh)
Swervin' that day, but then bitch, I'm gon' crank up like, "Huh"
I got some twizzies, they crazy, they kill you, they get you like, "Huh-huh-huh"
I made a mill' every day of this week, bitch, I'm rich, like, "Um-hmm" (shh, shh, shh)
I'm in the swerve, I'm in the frog-eyed Bentley (skrrt)
I'm at the top of this shit like I'm Big Ole pimpin' (yeah, pimpin')
You broke, lil' bitch, we in the big boy league, you still countin' them pennies (bitch)
I was just talkin' to God, I'll fly with the birds, I'll fly with the cranes
I was just talkin' to demon, he told me, "Go get it," he told me, "It's endless" (heartless)
I'm not your friend, your twizz', your cousin, listen, no, I'm not friendly
I just been booted up for like 60 days, bitch, you know I been heavenly (booted up)
And you know that's why I do not reply, lil' bitch, so why is you textin' me?
I get the money like that
Huh, hit it from her back, she like that
Hit me trippin', I don't even text back
Lookin', new clothes, just pickin', tryna turn up my swag
I want the money like that
I'm gon' get it, watch how quick I come back (wow, wow, wow)
I get the money like that
They wan' see my swag, gettin' to the bag
No jet lag, straight like that
Credits
Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Leonardo Mateus, Mason Wu, Noah Mejia, Noah Smith, Yeat
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