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Pop Out - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Lyric

A'ight, before we begin

Baby, you know the rules

No phones

Don't talk about shit we do in the bedroom

'Cause, ma', you know I got a family

Matter fact, just eat this dick, call me Jeffery Dram'-er

(Dramatic nigga)

Hahaha, YoungBoy, y'all ready? (Gangsta Grillz)

Uhm, Jason, we here bro, yeah

Fall, mmh, hold on one second

Lost friends, yeah (808 Mafia)

From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud

From no sleep to no eatin', say, "I got to make it out"

You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now (DJ Drama)

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh)

I been lost my patience for a hoe (oh, oh, YB, have at it, oh)

Pop out, yeah, yeah

All these bitches bad with me and they all tens

And they have their way if they want, they fuck me together

And they know I'll do it, I'll tell 'em, to be careful

They know (brrt, brrt)

Switch on back bro, Glock, my nigga, we don't fuck with cops (yeah)

"He got dropped, pick up your nigga," what we tell the opps

We wet up blocks, they know we let off shots

Act like they not, but I know that they hurtin'

Yeah, bitch know I ain't perfect, yeah

Bitches ain't deserve it, spend my everyday time workin'

Uh, I got Cartiers on, YoungBoy Steve Urkle

She know I ain't perfect

She just love the way I work it and I love her ass, yeah

Can't dirt it, heard how you try to swerve it

But I ain't no Swiffer than that .30, he crash

I am not to worry, not nervous

These are no Steph Currys, I step with 'em and they both fall (psst)

From a cage to the stage and my name, they screamin' loud

From no sleep to no eatin', said, "I gotta make it out"

You love me? Then don't leave, 'cause I need my family now

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Gotta tax 'em, it ain't low (oh, oh, oh, oh)

Bitch, I grew up jackin' outside that store (oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)

I been went and tatted all my bros (oh, oh, oh, oh)

I been lost my patience for a ho (oh, oh, oh, oh)

(Gangsta Grillz) a'ight, listen up

I need everybody to take their cell phones out and put your light on

Light this bitch up

I want to welcome you all to history in the makin'

Oh, yeah

Y'all niggas didn't see this comin'

YB, DJ Drama

C'mon, ma'

You know I got a family

- It's already the end -