YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Diesel

My timin' was upI ain't wanna rock the RolexIt's not shinin' enoughCan't nobody calm us down, we gon' shoot a **** upI be rappin' on these beats sayin' anything, I don't give a fuckYeah, wowNo AP's for the bitches, all Pateks boughtI ain't trippin' 'bout no second, to the lead they gettin' chased downFirst place, fifty mill' for tourin', bitch, I'm ready nowI be rockin' this shit, no, the stylist can't get me fresherOh, no, noTake the bitch down, like a wrestler, ain't no SmackDownI come from the North where pistol sparkin', bring that chalk outNow, I got bad bitches, runnin' 'round every houseToo many whips, I control these bitches, AI been a pimpKick the bitch out if she trip, I am not a simpRrrt, Ten let that FN off on all of themYou'll think that money grow on trees, I'm tearin' off of every limbI been spendin' millions, since I got itPants are upgraded, ain't no Fendi, hundred balls in my pocketLover boy, bitch, check this swag, I got devil hornsPoke the boy, guarantee he lose once he show his cardsI got a problem with dollars and modelsHuh, huh, huh, take 'em outHuh, this that shotta talk (Baow, baow, baow)Let 'em try to kill me, I ain't trippin', hop out, takin' offReal shit (Woo)We gon' find out where his house and we gon' take him down (Womp, womp)I just interfered with interceptionBad bitch with piercings, I give her my perceptionThen, that shit got serious 'cause the bitch ain't like neglect meUnreleased diesel, tell that ho check the segmentWhy the fuck these **** waitin'? No, I can't wake upBitch, pressin' with this paper, tell that **** get they cake upI'ma hop up in this smash and hit the gas and lift the Wraith upMe and B gon' jump the gate, we playin' take 'em, tryna face somethin'I'ma go my seperate way, ain't nothin' to say, soon as the laws comeYou could play right in my face, this shit ain't safe, we known to down somethin'Forty somethin' pounds on meProtected with four-pound on meShawty see me shinin' from a mile, so she walk down on meAin't no AP on my bitches, I Patek 'em outCome on, **** play 'round with these millions, we gon’ stretch him outThe fuck I'm doin' with all this cash? This how I walk aroundHow the fuck I come from out that Parish with this big ass houseI told that bitch, "I don't want no ass"Even made her keep her mouthI told my therapist "Keep the pad, I'ma use my mind"Sit behind a mic and then I'm goin' outShe tryna find my past, but, girl, my future is so brightIt's a lot of money in my vision, so I see a better lifeNo, I ain't stoppin' at the lightAin't no stoppin', pullin' off, ****She got more money than me, then I ain't pullin' out, ****I ain't stoppin' on these beats and Jason not talkin' to pillowsWhere that money at? We gon' finish him, then send himIn this industry, we villainsHeard a OP wan' get up with me, yeahBlack attire with that whisper, with that overcoat like dentist, yeahCome with the four, I kick it, punch out shit and knock out denturesNah, we couldn't rap, we'll take this bitch, attendin' fresh out prisonDrape the coupe with flame, this bitch blow fire when I hit itHow the fuck you don't know my name? For a while I been winnin'How the fuck you don't know my gang, man? Inside that town we pulled killingsAll around the world that green and red flag, I'm 'bout winnin' (Winnin', it's a murder business)What it is? I've been takin' care my mama, since I was labeled as a kidAnd I got my sister shinin' from her neck brace to her wristI've been handlin' every problem, I just hop out and get dirty with that stick, bitchAnd I'm still on it, I won't quitTold my brother, "It's McLaren, or a Lambo"****, make a pickI'm not sparin', no, not nan' hoTell her "Pick a dick"We got money, we got Henry, we got shottas in this bitchAnd we be spinnin' shitSpin againBro gon' shoot him once I popped himTell that **** pick up his friendI get active with that chopperYoungBoy whoppin' 'til the endWe get bloody with that stick and tell the crip to switch the pinTell that boy give me a notice, kick the door, we movin' inI just bought another watch, it cost a LotusShawty with me totin' a GenI just did it on them **** once againMy bitch be with me through anythingBefore my wife, she was my friendI got a problem with dollars and modelsHuh, huh, huh, take 'em outHuh, this that shotta talk (Baow, baow, baow)Let 'em try to kill me, I ain't trippin', hop out, takin' offReal shit (Woo)We gon' find out where his house and we gon' take him down (Womp, womp)I just interfered with interceptionBad bitch with piercings, I give her my perceptionThen, that shit got serious 'cause the bitch ain't like neglect meUnreleased diesel, tell that ho check the segment