โหลดเพลง mp3 Time I'm On - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Song: Time I'm On
Artist: Youngboy Never Broke Again

Three man
Dubba-AA flexin'
AI
Louie Bandz made another one
I ain't never did that nah
Why you acting like that Nah
I do this sh*t 'cause sh*t I just be in my own world
This is the sound
I drink codeine my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed loaded I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me clutchin' you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three ma I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe me and my bro 'nem
Catch him run down on him we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin' bullets flyin' niggas dyin' we gotta show them
These b**ch ass niggas done stole him and we don't even know them
Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hundreds in my jeans
I been trying to shake back I been loaded off that lean
Tryna come up with a plan I ain't throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own I ain't no baby now
I got platinum plaques around the house
I be high I ain't worried 'bout y'all
I drink codeine my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed loaded I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me clutchin' you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three ma I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe me and my bro 'nem
Catch him run down on him we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin' bullets flyin' niggas dyin' we gotta show them
These b**ch ass niggas done stole him and we don't even know them
I ain't sit around motherf**k what they make I done went that way
I don't play hundred rounds hundred racks on your brain young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat go back more space right between us an ice tray
Audemar rose gold I don't know what the time say new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me motherf**k if it's flashy
I come straight up out the street ain't no pretending no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle I still f**k with my daddy
I'm still thuggin' high as f**k ridin' 'round toting ratchets
Out late night with Three ma I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on
Four choppers in the coupe me and my bro 'nem
Catch him run down on him we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin' bullets flyin' niggas dyin' we gotta show them
These b**ch ass niggas done stole him and we don't even know them
This is the sound