YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Gun Smoke Lyrics

Gun Smoke By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Lil Neal on the track, so you know the beat retar-
Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?
Gimme a joke
What you on, bro? (Doin’ s---, back when I was doin’ this s---), hah
Ayy, it’s YoungBoy (I ain’t on s---)
You already know me, alright, I ain’t on s---, n----
I’m on that same s---, gang s---

Murder gang, big boolin’ s--- (Boolin’ s---)
Smokin’ dope on some coolin’ s--- (Coolin’ s---)
Don’t tell me to go f--- with it
N----, if you don’t want do this s---
Tell me how you won’t do this s---
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin’ at me on no foolish s--- (B----)
Pullin’ in, we spray ’em then (Lay it on)
N----- steady chokin’ from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These n----- start to runnin’ when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This s--- can go each way, we gon’ let it blow (Pop-pop)
Pull up, choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin’ at your door

I roll like Ox, we gon’ have some problems (Yeah)
P---- n---- who won’t do it with the dotta, yeah
Whack s---, spray this b---- all at your mama (Brrap)
Or at your mammy, whatever you gon’ call her (Ahh, b----)
I’ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)
Move on, I’ma shoot this b---- (Ha)
Say somethin’, I ain’t goin’ back on nothin’ (Nah)
Load up, bullet through that s--- (Through it)
Long cutter with the coolin’ kit
Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his a--)
Kill ’em all, I don’t know who to get (Buck)
Lay ’em down, and that stupid b----
No, oh, no, I got Herm, on God (God)
Wildin’ out with these murder cards
Slime n----, that’s Blood gang (Slime)
Ridin’ ’round with that murder squad (Squad)
Who said they gon’ kill? Ayy, I
F--- n----, they don’t know YoungBoy
Broke n----- gon’ see these cars (Gon’ see these cars)
Pullin’ up, hoppin’ out with rods

Murder gang, we just boolin’ s---
Smokin’ dope on some coolin’ s--- (Coolin’)
Don’t tell me to go f--- with it
N----, if you don’t want do this s--- (Yeah)
Tell me how you won’t do this s--- (Baow)
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin’ at me on no foolish s---
Pullin’ in, we spray ’em then (Lay it on)
N----- steady chokin’ from our gun smoke
These n----- start to runnin’ when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This s--- can go each way, we gon’ let it blow
Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin’ at your door
Hah (What you on, bro?) Yeah, huh (We gon’ let it blow)
You know it’s 4K Trey, north side dirty, ayy (Choppers at your throat)
Ain’t nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon’ die today?
Ol’ b-----a-- n----, slime
Blood gang, big boolin’ s---, yeah, hah
Smokin’ dope on some coolin’ s---
Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy


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