YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Nawfside Lyrics


Nawfside By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Mommy, India got the beats)

Northside (I’m ready to go home right now)

Rich, where the drank at, fool?

(I ain’t take one out the top, n—-, I’m known to take one out, b—-)

I-10 spinnin’ and I swerve on the block (Northside, skrrt, skrrt)

I got youngins on the corner strapped with Glocks watchin’ for opps

Got plenty shooters, got plenty guns, how many drugs? I’d say a lot

Reporting live, and b—-, you in here, wooly tucked

Who they f— they thought this was? We ain’t moving no cars

B—-, this me out here (It’s me)

He can try and that n—- gon’ die, go to playin’ with them rods

We gon’ put him to sleep out here (Bah)

Old snake a– hoes, n—- know that they f— with them boys

They ain’t ‘posed to be out here

I’m slime, see straight green out here

4KTrey, b—-, we deep out here

Gon’ make her take her top off

Make her get straight out her body

I’ma get that n—- knocked off

You’d do the same if you knew ’bout it

Hold on, wait, and blow the c— off

Shoot this b—- at everybody (Bah, bah)

Don YoungBoy, know I’m Gotti

I don’t pay for the drop, I cop it (Let’s go)

Twenty for to split a n—-’s s—, okay

Check how bloody it get, okay

P—- n—- can’t spin back, no way

I’ma pop a n—- cap off top, on Dave

Steady spendin’ money and it’s coming each way

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Flyin’ in the Lam’ through the land, out of state

All the hoes wanna stay, but it’s no cheap stay

Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang

No mans, take a n—- pack with ten

Hit a n—- a– soon as he whipped in (Bah)

Load up, spinnin’ the pack, where they been?

‘Fore we hopped in the car, I done had me one in

Sent them slimes at that b—-, I’ma send ’em again

I’m the slimiest, b—-, I’ma say it again

And my mom with the s—, we be lockin’ it in

On the Wraith with my b—-, two-hundred and ten

Come from LP to Marco, check my barcode, I’m straight out the pen

Red River plus Wells Fargo, what’s the amount? Do I spend my advance?

Keep a dirty pistol in my f—–’ pants (Oh, come on, yeah)

We stepped on them

We gon’ murder you with that f—–’ plan (Go ‘head, f— n—-, don’t show)

Twenty for to split a n—-’s s—, okay

Check how bloody it get, okay

P—- n—- can’t spin back, no way

I’ma pop a n—- cap off top, on Dave

Steady spendin’ money and it’s coming each way

Flyin’ in the Lam’ through the land, out of state

All the hoes wanna stay, but it’s no cheap stay

Double cup to the face, out of line with the gang

I said, “Stop it”

You could act like you want smoke

I ain’t here for no joke, I’ll f— ’round and pop it

Give a f— ’bout no camera, don’t play with my bro

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Strip his a– at the store, we gon’ go in his pockets

Go back-to-back, tally for tally

No, hollow for hollow, stand toe-to-toe with anybody

We gon’ get at ’em back-to-back with the strap

Me and DD do that, n—-, check how he move with that shotty

Let that n—- talk, he ain’t taking nothin’ off

Let that n—- live ’til he come to the North

I already know the deal, I ain’t even gotta talk

Big B get him killed, meet me back at the house

Two up for to serve to somebody

My brother who got it, we ridin’ around in a drought

I’m stuffing that in my pocket

I’ll step on somebody, I’ll flash, they open they mouth

Mmm, okay, uh

P—- a– n—-, okay, uh

Broke a– n—-, okay, uh

Scary a– n—-, no way

B—-, I’m fine, I’m straight, uh

B—-, I’m doing okay, mm

B—-, get out my face

YoungBoy, 4KTrey