LYRIC
Freestyle Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, from the album “Decided 2“, music has been produced by $hop With Ken, Dvosk & Prodsauceboy, and Freestyle song lyrics are penned down by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & $hop With Ken.
Freestyle Lyrics
I just ain’t wanna stop talkin’, man, I don’t know why
Man, I wanna act stupid ’round this bitch or somethin’, man
(Evidently, I been shoppin’ with Ken)
I don’t wanna go through this no more
Ayy, I don’t wanna hurt you, have to let you go
I know
I hold it down, don’t never leave me lonely, don’t do me wrong
Big diamonds on me, mhm (Oh)
These times of the mornin’, I be lonely, slime
Ooh, ooh, ooh (Ayy, talk that shit, Top)
Do you love me? Can I trust you? Do you deserve me? Do I irk you?
Keep that burner on me, run up on me I’m burnin’ somethin’, ooh
Can’t take this pain out my body
But f*ck that, I got these diamonds on me, young ni**a, I been shinin’ like a star, I know my body
f*ck that, they took my daddy, but won’t come take away my lil’ brother
Mmm, 3, tell ’em I’m ’bout businеss, I hold it down around this motherf*cker
Ni**a, nobody have job but my grandfathеr, ni**a
So f*ck you think payin’ for everything for my mother
And my sister and my brother, ni**a?
I’m so f*cked up, I made it out, I’m rich as f*ck and how I feel, I’m still caught up in the struggle, ni**a
But shit, I’m great, they let my ni**a out, my day one, Ddawg, that’s my f*ckin’ brother, ni**a
Huh, he’ll chase you down, twelve years old he knock one off
We had to sit ten years around, man, man
Tired of all these fake-ass people ’round me, smilin’, tryna down me
All this pussy-ass whisperin’, what you sayin’ about me?
Bitch, let me catch like one thing
I put this on my mama, I’m too real, I let you inside my life, I’ma slime you, I’m gangster, bitch
I’m danger, ni**a, R.I.P. my uncle, he got hit all in his head tryna rob a ni**a, mane
This shit mane, it’s some- stranger, like my ni**a Jim Morrison, everything strange
Even the women, when you don’t wanna be with ’em or try to get any
Man, I’m ready go back to prison, I ain’t, I ain’t got no love in this bitch, I ain’t got no great feeling
Damn, I got that big Bentley, ride up in it and I swear to God, I feel amazin’ in it, been winnin’, ni**a
Opps on my ass, I got a bed, I got that bag with me, mad, I got them hitters put your face up in it, ni**a
Man, tell them boss ni**as that was beefin’ wit me
Put four of his brothers’ face on a tee, that bitch been sleepin’ with it
Look, man, tell them ’em ’bout them ni**as that was beefin’ with me
Put four of his brothers’ face on top his f*ckin’ T-shirt ni**a, huh?
Man, it’s lil’ Top, I keep my Glock, don’t want no problem with you, no, just leave me ‘lone, just carry on
Just carry on, I’m tryna move ’round, I don’t want you, just leave me ‘lone, I got a bad bitch in my home
Let me do anything I want, I buy her anything I want, she tell me anything to please me
Gang, these pussy ni**as ain’t ’bout nothin’, I put you straight inside my trunk, you ni**as Stevie, don’t wan’ see me
On God
What the f*ck, why I’m up early in that mornin’?
Everybody in this room don’t know nothin’ ’bout me
Or probably wanna come kill Ddawg, he dog somethin’
But I guarantee you, I’ll kill something, I’ll hurt all y’all
Why? ‘Cause, you my motherf*ckin’ hoes and I’m a big dog
I know you wouldn’t even hold it down
Y’all followin’ ni**as that even sold me down
Bitch, I ain’t no clown, ni**a, f*ck y’all
I’m out my mind, ooh
Let me hit my knees one more time, ooh
I’m a soldier, I thought I told you
I’ll run down on you (Come here)
I’ll run down on you (Bitch, come here, come here)
I get to singin’ them blues, how you in blue?
I make the sound with my, I make the, I make the, make the Glock make the tunes (Ooh)
Oh, I got my Glock makin’ tunes (Ooh)
These dog-ass hoes don’t love me
I buy ’em anything, that’s why they sit up, put up with anything
I gave her a wedding ring and that bitch ain’t my wife for nothing
I’m how I done came, just like a man, I’m strictly thuggin’
All them times I was being lame, if I hurt you girl, I love you
They don’t wanna see me ballin’, I been caught up in some trouble
Ooh, I crack him, crack his dome, don’t wanna pay a ni**a they motherf*ckin’ money
Ooh, ooh, I get active, ni**a
Bracelet on my leg, you pussy ni**as know I’m comin’
Don’t do no runnin’
I’ll gun you down, hit you all back, you’ll hit your stomach, bitch
Ooh, lil’ Top, lil’ Top, Kentrell
I can’t leave home right now for nothin’ (Ain’t goin’ for shit)
I can’t leave home right now for nothin’ (I swear to God)
I wake up every day, late night, mournin’ for money
I’m tryna get it in
I ain’t got no help, I ain’t got no friends
All four of them joints
I hope you got money
Inside my career, feel like Al Bundy (Plenty risks, ni**a, on God)
SONG INFO:
Song: Freestyle
Artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album: Decided 2 (2023)
Music: $hop With Ken, Dvosk & Prodsauceboy
Lyrics: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & $hop With Ken
