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Toxic (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again
We'll count it up
We'll use it yeah
I got embers after when I tie the weak yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford in the Hellcat press record
I can't take no chances no I'm gon' ride with the stick
Bruh that n***a I'm gon' show all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my s**t and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum n***a with that bag ain't who they want
Felt like from that s**t that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song that's if they end up all alone yeah
I'm on another level get another tailor comin' out like I'm outfitted
I ain't signin' that deal I got to another bettor if I find an amount bigger
He took that green flag and that red representin' a grave digger
I'm leavin' demons all in her head tryna make sure she think different
This my monkey suit
Go
I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe
Out that coupe
I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you
Took my cash man chain come out the window shoot
Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain 'til I shoot through
I need a hunnid mill' I done shared a hunnid tears
He said "Cool" and I say "Fire"
They know n***as die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him he stay concealed
4KTrey get faced lil' b***h
Plan on slangin' all out on a tear
I got embers after when I tie the weak yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford in the Hellcat press record
I can't take no chances no gon' ride with the stick
Bruh that n***a I'm gon' show all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my s**t and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum n***a with that bag ain't who they want
Felt like from that s**t that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song that's if they end up all alone yeah
Stack it up breakin' up we countin' out red you cover the whole scene
Step on 'em the conscience that f**k with my head accept it like protein
N***a rockabye tryin' I put 'em to bed get put in a long-sleeve
Status
Ball right too much Off-White I want Alexander McQueen
Takin' one off and I ain't takin' one bean
Buy like an iPhone taste no lean
I just want the b***h finna get some credit
She gon' want me for to get her a ring
Yeah yeah Top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder still too clean
Five percent with a strong-a*s scent
In an all-white car you know that's me
Prolly all-red n***a know a big B
Old lame a*s n***as ain't better than me
Now I'm on seven but then I get three
Still won't stop I'ma count on my feet
Come here
Tell me what they hear about
I'm stuntin' it like who better than me
Let the reverend speak Christian Loub' on feet
Murder have me bleak b***h be deceased
I got embers after when I tie the weak yeah
It ain't nothin' I can't afford in the Hellcat press record
I can't take no chances no gon' ride with the stick
Bruh that n***a I'm gon' show all my feelings overboard
I'ma pop my s**t and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum n***a with that bag ain't who they want
Felt like from that s**t that get 'em pleased and now they on me
They gon' play my song that's if they end up all alone yeah
Dope boy you ain't f**kin' with me today slime
I was sayin' ayy he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin' you hear me
I did hey you motherf**ka two days