letra de head busted - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
we in this b-tch, you already know (runnin’ in it, runnin’ in it)
(skeeo!, you crazy)
uh uh, top, baow, huh
take a look in my eyes and tell me, what do you see?
a n-gga got no love and never have no peace
i got it straight out the mud
i come straight out the street (yeah)
[verse 1]
them people on me, talkin’ ’bout feds in the city (feds in the city)
i stand on business, so, they out to get me
they don’t like that i got plenty millions (that i got plenty millions)
i’m talkin’ bout cutthroat to the meat show
every n-gga that you see run wit’ me (cutthroat to the meat show)
i got that whole thing isolated from salt lake to my city (you know that)
b-tch i’m drawin’ down don’t play mе ‘fore i put somethin’ in ya fitted (lil’ boy, look)
buckin mills kansas city, i gеt around on you b-tches (i get around)
listen to rilla, gotti in prison, come in my cell and kiss me (huh, what?)
hol’ up thottie-ottie mami, i like violence and semis, i’m dangerous
[chorus]
green rag committee, i’m bangin’
car wit’ no slingers but sw-ngin’
pop-out get top, what you thinkin’? (ah-ah)
b-tch you know it’s murder gang (murder gang)
stalk all night we murder men (murder men)
pray all night then make that money
not ’round ’cause they ain’t elevate
they the same and i’m the one who changed (check ’em off, check ’em— check ’em off)
[refrain]
all that lame sh-t get you f-cked up (yeah)
b-tch if you miss (n-gga) just know your luck up (know your luck up)
(look, look) you’ll get your motherf-ckin’ water cut and all your partners head bust
lil’ boy, you don’t wan’ start wit’ us
[verse 2]
i’m official
i’ll mask down behind my n-gga, keep a pistol
got the industry and my whole town want to k!ll me
b-tch i’m cutthroat, to my opp and sure, i don’t f-ck wit’ gremlins
i’m a demon, pallbearer, gravediggin’ f-ck wit’ me (woah)
real n-gga status, big dog sh-t, need a big dog b-tch
now i know you know (and believe me, y’all n-ggas know that)
we don’t got to go to no store (uh, uh, they know we don’t)
they gon’ bring that sh-t (yeah), i buy lots of expensive things (uh-huh)
i’m talkin’ ’bout clothes and diamonds for her wrist
[chorus]
green rag committee, i’m bangin’
car wit’ no slingers but sw-ngin’
pop-out get top, what you thinkin’? (ah-ah)
b-tch you know it’s murder gang (baow, baow, baow)
stalk all night we murder men (baow)
pray all night then make that money (baow)
not ’round ’cause they ain’t elevate
they the same and i’m the one who changed (check ’em off, check ’em— check ’em off)
[refrain]
all that lame sh-t get you f-cked up (huh-huh)
b-tch if you miss (n-gga) just know your luck up (know your luck up)
(look, look) you’ll get your motherf-ckin’ water cut and all your partners head bust
lil’ boy, you don’t want start wit’ us
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