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[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke
Mothafuck them niggas and what they say about me (said me)
You do too much talkin', you a fed, (fed, prolly)
Drive-by in my pocket, got them bodies (dead bodies)
My look like morgues, that's them dead bodies (dead bodies)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke
R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand, I hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she fuck for free)
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
I'm in foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis, I'm on a spree (killin')

1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Killin' spree (spree), in Supreme (yeah)
Strapped a beam, with them racks all in my jeans (all in my jeans)
Brand new Benz (Benz), a hundred G's (a hundred G's)
If I drop 20, most likely hit for three (yeah, yeah)
Foreign keys, droppin' the top I hop in the Bentley
I'm takin' the doors off the Lamb', these niggas be hatin', they say that it's (rented)
Overseas, .38 Baby, deposit, sent it (sent it)
I'm takin' off 23, no Michael Jordan, I cover myself in
I do too much flexin', what they say about me (what they say me)
Dead in my pocket, that's your head, prolly (that's your head prolly)
He do too talkin', he on meds, prolly (he on meds, prolly)
But I'm screamin' fuck niggas and what they say about me
'Cause I'm hollerin'

[Chorus: Never Broke Again & Offset]
R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 (thousand), I just hit for three (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she fuck for free)
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P., hey)
I'm in that foreign, that's like 60 G's (that's 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
prezis (dead), I'm on a killin' spree (killin')

[Verse 2:
Catch him bad, he sleep, stackin' bodies out here, [?]
coupe look like [?], gang full of hyenas
Sippin' on drank, I'm paranoid, what's that noise? (Woo!)
Fuckin' on somebody's bitch tonight, yours, is it yours? (Which one)
Smokin' on cookie blunts so much you smell it out my (smell it)
I got this dick on me now and I wanna shoot, but you feelin' the [?]
MC Hammer like (hammer time), she wanna fuck, sure
I on your cow manure, empty my clip and my wrist is sore
We action
All my in the field, nigga, what's happenin'? Laws of attraction
Hit him with the of the steel like I'm baseball battin', never subtractin'
P-90 hit, no kick, it split and turn ass to a fraction
My wrist is list, I'm Mr. Drippy-Drip, I'm givin' out

[Chorus: YoungBoy Broke Again]
R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
30 thousand, I just hit for (I hit for three)
R.I.P. (R.I.—) R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Don't pay these bitches, she gon' fuck for free (she gon' for free)
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
I'm in that foreign, that's 60 G's (that's like 60 G's)
R.I.P., R.I.-R.I.P. (R.I.P.)
Dead prezis, I'm on a spree (killin')