Youngboy Never Broke Again - Closed Case Lyrics

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Closed Case Lyrics Youngboy Never Broke Again

[Intro]

Look, I heard these broke boys all hungry and ain't eaten, nigga

I heard these rap niggas hatin' on me and want beef, nigga

The FBI had took me down, they ain't wan' free me

Say I'm the reason who behind the killin' season

[Chorus]

Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down

Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down

Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?

High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long

I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate

I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?

4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place (Grr)

Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today

Claimin' that he know me, but I know where this pussy stay

Come out late (Uh), closed case, bitch

Youngin with that switch, he let off rounds, ain't got no feelings

Blicky jammed, blicky jammed, oh shit, oh shit

Shorty say that she just can't leave me 'lone, wit' her fat ass

Need a secret lair inside my home 'cause I'm Batman

They know I can keep chains, bustdown hang on my pants

Body hitter, Patek no buss down, you knock off that man

Who walk in that bitch on money shit? like Rue SanTan

Who they know stay on that dummy shit? Like a madman

Bitch, I built a jail out like I'm Pablo, just 'cause I can

Bitch, they know Ben 10 young Gustavo, that's my right hand

[Chorus]

Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down

Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down

Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?

High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long

I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate

I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?

4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place

Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today

[Verse 2]

Diamond rings, RM, and diamond chains put on top my wife

Makin' sure this shit ain't never goin' wrong, 'cause my life ain't right

Down bad, I'ma take your stripes, buy a Cat and erase the stripes

Burn 'em all, know the bitch ain't right, knock 'em off, I fuckin' might

Slang the steel, better shoot to kill, fuck up, that's your last night

Bop-bop, get your mans right, two hands and I stand tight

Doin' some dumb ass shit, gettin' on this bitch about that fuckin' hype

I support this bitch, smoke nothin' but spliff, just like a fuckin hype

I don't put up with shit, switch out you quick, you want that? Do it right

I ain't that type of man, soon somethin' go down it gotta go wrong

Law won't find out shit, except this hit and you go do it right

I'ma accept half of this bag, I got stolos and supply chrome

Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down

Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down

Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?

High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long

I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate

I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?

4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place

Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today

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