[Lyrics] YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Cold Killers Lyrics

Lyrics
Uh, uh, look
I’m the one who did it wit’ my clique, and I ain’t fuck wit’ niggas
I’m that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit’ cold killers
I’m that boy that made ’em go wack four, I don’t like those niggas (Aye, Peewee killed the beat, huh)
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don’t show no feelings (Bboy dripping that sauce)
I ain’t alright, lil’ daddy
They tried to play me, tried to snake me
And this my life, lil’ daddy
And how I feel, you tried to take it
This a whole 30 clip, bitch you gon’ take it
I don’t understand a war about some pussy niggas hatin’
Talk to my momma on a jake call, no bond, I had to lay down
I’m in a stolen whip while ridin’ ’round
Me and Ten, wit’ a hundred rounds
Head bust, how that boy was found
Spray that strap, now turn in there
Tell ’em, “Get the fuck up out my way, ’cause it’s my turn now”
Babygirl said I’m her favorite now, okay, I’m wit’ that
I’m with DJ while he drunk, and I’m still young, I still drink that
I’ma turn up when I come, and when I leave up in a Maybach
Money comin’ up in bundles, bitch, don’t try me
I be on that, I dump that
I’m the one who did it wit’ my clique, and I ain’t fuck wit’ niggas
I’m that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit’ cold killers
I’m that boy that made ’em go wack four, I don’t like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don’t show no feelings
I got the money counter, lil’ baby up the Saint Laurent
We be wreckin’ shit soon as I come, whole click straight dumb, phr-phr
Shoot the huh, fill it wit’ the whole drum
Keep both of my pocket’s filled wit’ money, they can’t hold nothin’
Spin the bitch, I bet that we fold somethin’, yeah
I ain’t sparin’ shit, spray it, fuck the boy, my brother dead
Hundred thousand in my jacket pocket, and I got on sweats
And you still can’t fuckin’ tell if I was walkin’ wit’ that TEC
But you know I’m totin’ fire, tote dirty sticks and dirty nine’s
Hit ’em wit’ that face shot, bop, that’s a cold smile
Caught that boy tryna leave his show, e-way, that’s me slangin’ iron
Want to kill me, but they takin’ time
Dumb stupid fuck, I take his mind
I’m the one who did it wit’ my clique, and I ain’t fuck wit’ niggas
I’m that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit’ cold killers
I’m that boy that made ’em go wack four, I don’t like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don’t show no feelings
Youngin’ turnt up on them jiggaboo’s
You know that he will shoot at you
Ridin’ in a coupe, wit’ my dude, that’s my of proof
We caught like two bodies, he a shotta, he a step on you
They know what the fuck we do, got a video, we shoot to shoot (look)
Take his legs off, take his hands off (bown, bown)
Whip my burner out, now he scared now, calm down
Grab that nigga, get gunned down, bitch bang
Still got the top off when the sun down
Bitch, we ain’t the same
I’m the one who did it wit’ my clique and I ain’t fuck wit’ niggas
I’m that nigga straight up out that North, I run wit’ cold killers
I’m that boy that made ’em go wack four, I don’t like those niggas
Got these hoes on my trail, and you know I don’t show no feelings