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Choppa Boy Lyrics YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Choppa Boy Lyrics YoungBoy Never Bankrupt Once more

Vocal:– Choppa Boy

Vocalist:– Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Album:– From the Bayou

Producer:– D-Roc, Andyr, Dmac & TnTXD

Written:– Birdman, Andyr, TnTXD, Dmac, D-Roc & YoungBoy Never Bankrupt Again

Choppa Male child Lyrics YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Birdman

[Intro: Birdman]
(Pipage that shit upwards, TnT)
Straight off this
(D-Mac on the fuckin' track)
Convertible, vinyl floors
Ten one thousand dollar robes
Elevation, you lot already know, son
You know how nosotros livin'
B's up, nosotros do this shit for the- yous understand me?
Big coin shit, blatt

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the summit
He let off shots, moisture up the cake
Yeah, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a modest sack, at present he got a bigger bag
And he merely want to give thanks God information technology grew
In this town we hustle dissimilar ways
Ones upwardly in the grave and got thugs within the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my lifе abroad
Wish you lot was here to see how evеrything changed

[Poetry one: Birdman]
Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones
We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong
Nosotros duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at imitation niggas
Nosotros livin' this drug life, the money we brand, nigga
Thuggin' it everyday, nosotros shootin' the hallways
No playin', no fam, nigga
We standin' on what we say
We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday
No cost, nigga, give a fuck 'bout what they say
And I miss my momma, and I miss my daddy
I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Cadi'
I miss my blood and I miss that love
And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Bankrupt Again]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He permit off shots, wet upwardly the block
Yeah, I remember that likewise
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger handbag
And he merely want to thank God it grew
In this town nosotros hustle unlike means
Ones upwardly in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'chiliad stuck up in the streets and pray that information technology don't take my life abroad
Wish you lot was here to run into how everything changed

[Verse two: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad
Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap
After that all dark hustlin'
I done did time down, all lone
Seein' you wasn't around when I fabricated information technology domicile
Ridin' in a drop on the same cake they killed my cousin
At night, I done sing out my heart, so
Tin't get my pes out the streets similar I got shackles on
Dump, over xv million I done made since you been gone
Plus ain't been blowin' upward my daddy I been livin' on my own (Aye)
I hopped out once I set up the plot, 30 rounds, all wooden chop
Couple blocks and I heard the shots
Thats Big E bussin', tryna end 'em
Got to sentinel over every penny, tin't call up 'bout nann dollar
I'ma put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my expressionless partners

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Bankrupt Once more]
Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top
He let off shots, wet up the block
Yep, I remember that too
Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron
Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag
And he just want to give thanks God it grew
In this town we hustle different ways
Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage
I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life abroad
Wish you lot was here to see how everything inverse

[Outro: Birdman]
Simple, put it on you lot
Put my life on it, my momma on it
Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy
Own't no slippin' in this pimpin'
Real rich nigga shit, Big coin
Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills
Rich Gang