YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Dirty Stick lyrics

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Lil’ n**** and that b****
Lil’ n****, what? S***
You got me f***** up, s*** (AB)
We gon’ shoot that b**** up (D-Roc)
Ayy, I swear to God, b****
Ayy, I shoot this b**** on the other night, they gon’ let a shot off behind me
Don’t come back to the North

What the f*** they talkin’ ’bout? They gon’ let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I’m gon’ let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick
And some s*** to distribute

White or blue, cotton too
Demon baby inside that coupe
Masked down, tryna step on you
I want it all, that penny too
B****, move, I’m put this stick on you
That b**** get extra extensions too
Lowdown and dirty only way to do
Homeless shelter, they be servin’ food
Mama can’t walk
Come up to this house, s***, they gon’ serve her two
Catch him in that North, take his a** off
F*** him, put him on the news
Diamonds in my mouth, screamin’, pissed off
B****, I’m on them white and blues
Bootin’ up, could barely chew
F*** a n****, shoot him in his ink
Molly came out pink
Blood in the streets ’til they gone, f*** the stink
Extinct, insta-kill
Brains left in the street when a n**** f*** with me
Had to leave somethin’ up inside the North
Tryna rub off somethin’ that thug with me
B****, you must think that I’m a w**** or somethin’
Hell the next time that he gon’ see me

What the f*** they talkin’ ’bout? They gon’ let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I’m gon’ let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick
And some s*** to distribute

Get you a few, your mammy too
C*** it back and do that dude
No shell cases, he too improved
Made it out of middle school
By high, ain’t have to point a tool
N***** I been with ‘fore introduced to you
Step on h***** and step on fools
B****, don’t tell me what you gon’ do
On that Eight, I’ma have ’em waitin’ on ya
Get a b**** to build a case on him
Leave him stretched out on the state corner
To bury him, mom turned to a state loner (Broke b****)
Now you know you did that bad
Tryna beef, ain’t even got no money
Now your family assed out in the inn (With your stupid a**)
She see I got that s*** up in me
Now she want me to beat her in
Beefin’ with my b****, so how I’m comin’
I want you and your friend
Draco with a seventy-round drum in
Come out there and party in
4KTrey, b****, you know that we the dumbest
Think not? We gon’ f*** with somethin’ then

What the f*** they talkin’ ’bout? They gon’ let Lil Top in
Know I had my Glock out as soon as I walked in
Want you for to mouth off, I’m gon’ let it spark then
I pull up with the top down with a thirty stick
And some s*** to distribute

Yeah, I’m passin’ out these hollows to you and you
In the cut, dawg, that K, boy, and that Schedule II
With a dropout with his mop out
Tryna murder somethin’ all he wan’ do, yeah, gang, uh