letra de pick from pain - youngboy never broke again
[intro]
daytrip took it to ten (hey)
[verse 1]
huh, ball, lil’ n-gga, tell me what the bank says
and i think that the rollie gon’ hit harder with the gold face
if shawty bad, she don’t need no man, then she ok
i’m on his ass, bullets comin’ fast if he owe me
i’m on it (top), i seek it, you got it (got), beat it
she gon’ heal my soul, bleed on the beat
we can’t hide it, we been slangin’ iron in the streets
with my n-ggas dyin’ ’bout me, screamin’ murder, throwin’ them b’s
i took it to another level, follow, you breathe
i’m hurtin’ on another level, this is all on me
shawty, right before the night fall a hold on me
soon as the lights down, don’t sleep
me and my n-ggas lookin’ for the scene
[chorus]
who want it? f-ck who makin’ more money
run it up, but it ain’t help nothin’, no
if i ain’t with my brothers then i’m all on my own
i was runnin’ from the pain and i’m the one who they chose
this sh-t ain’t ever make me change, i’m a rider
grew up with them shottas
go shoppin’ and we spendin’ every dollar
he tryna text my mains, we gon’ rob him
i know they ain’t forgot none
we from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
[verse 2]
she don’t need a n-gga, leave a n-gga, run off with that bag
he won’t hurt a n-gga, leave a n-gga, hit him with that mac
her intentions was to leave a n-gga, try to do me bad
you can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands
ho leave bands, i’ma hit with that chopper his ass
dirty money, we clean ’em with rags
took the air, conceal ’em in bags
i don’t hear money talkin’, too much mouthin’ out my pants
i just want them bundles of blue hundreds in my pants
got my glock out, n-gga, like
[chorus]
who want it? f-ck who makin’ more money
run it up, but it ain’t help nothin’, no
if i ain’t with my brothers then i’m all on my own
i was runnin’ from the pain and i’m the one who they chose
this sh-t ain’t ever make me change, i’m a rider
grew up with them shottas
go shoppin’ and we spendin’ every dollar
he tryna text my mains, we gon’ rob him
i know they ain’t forgot none
we from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher
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