歌手:Youngboy Never Broke Again
专辑:《Richest Opp》

作词 : Braylen Rembert/Cedric Darel McClain Jr/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden
作曲 : Braylen Rembert/Cedric Darel McClain Jr/Jason Goldberg/Kentrell Gaulden
(That boy Fatboi better stop playin')
(Ayo, Bleu)
God, I ask you to protect my soul
I'm caught in the life I chose (Mmm)
Mmm-mmm-mmm
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, n!ggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
Choppers all in the coupe, tryna get at them, man, f**k that n!gga
Baby Joe step 'bout Boo, and I be steady tendin' to them other n!ggas
Fifty shots in this car, my brother with me, we both bust at n!ggas
Rap n!gga steady dissin' on them songs, but ain't f**kin' wit' me
Pull up in that Cutlass with that tool, I got my top down
Hop up out this b**ch and go to bustin', that's that Glock sound
BRPD still wan' lay me down
Ain't no peace in this haunted town
Said that I'm a ho, he a f**kin' clown, tryna turn a smile to a frown
Poured up sippin' mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah
Thinkin' that he want beats, he got to sleep, f**k who he was, yeah
Blood on top my shoes 'til I go six feet, we don't got to clubs, yeah
Only thing we do is wait outside, when he come outside, he f**ked, yeah
To my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside
Mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side
"Bah, Bah," shots fired, and Big Dump ain't make it out
I can put this on Bub, it ain't gon' stop 'til they all knocked off
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, n!ggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh
I say, "Father, can you save me?"
I don't wanna upset you 'bout these n!ggas tryna play me
It's hard sittin' watchin' all these n!ggas try to snake me
But, I'ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat
Bought from out the streets, so you know this b**ch dirty
And he do sh*t dirty, I'm talkin' 'bout that thirty
See me out, up your burner b**ch, I ain't worried
Whoever lose, they just deserve it, I just wan' see you murdered
Mindin' my business, they just wan' kill me
Tryna figure out where Lil Top at
I ain't playin' sh*t cool, known to break all the rules
And I'm posted up where it's hot at
Six-four, not two, Top say, "Now, do it"
They gon' spin around, where your block at
Pu**y n!gga spin back, come and get you a hat
But you know you not on that, stop that
I done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
Me and Phat Black, Baby Joe gone
Banger bang, stand on that
N!gga better not come 'cross that track
Stick go, "Pap-pap," leave you flat
Roll that b**ch up in a pack, my God, forgive me for that
I say, "Father, I'm sorry, and I'm hopin' that you do not fault me
I'm caught up slangin' iron God, n!ggas tryna off me"
Grandpa told me for to say my prayers 'fore I lay down, oh