Hurt

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

(Berge always flexin')

Gloves on

I got my gloves on, I got my mask on

Look, finna hop out and run down (YoungBoy)

And go to sprayin, hit 'til somebody on the ground

[Verse 1: BBG Baby Joe]

Mask on, gloves tight, hop out and hit 'em up

Caught my first soul at sixteen, but still'll hit you up

Them niggas bust my parter up, I'm clutchin', keepin' my gloves tucked

I'm tryna whack one of you bitches

I said, "Mama, I'm tired, I got pain in my eyes"

They don't know emotions I been feelin' since Yella died

All the shit I'm hearin' 'bout Tyler, it make me want to cry

But I can't soften up, it's time to bust another up

Roll 'em up, watch he eat the dust

That's on Boozilla soul, catch 'em slippin', knock off his nose (Uh)

We caught the trigger man lurkin' for the one who made the plan

Got to catch that shakeback for lil' Key, then everybody goes

Line 'em up and pick him up, five bodies in one cross, ho

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Poppin' off that lean, I'm off codeine, I can't control it (Hol' on)

Poppin' all that shit, but that ain't fair 'cause they don't know me

Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me

Plenty diamonds, plenty money, why the fuck I can't be chosen?

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

It hurt for to hurt somebody

It hurt to know that I don't know no one got me

Fuck it, put my mask on, I'm tryna run down

Spray this bitch until it click, I get your ass gone (Lil Top)

Mama, I'm the murder man, mama, all these stains and things

I catch 'em bad and walk down, knock out his fuckin' brain

Grandma, I'm a dangerous man, I know I ain't the smartest man

But I know how to get it done, so I don't plan to change

They don't love me at all, they around for my money, around for my mansion

I'm exhausted, tell 'em, "Fuck 'em," they can have it all

Stuck on your side, I needed you, it wasn't 'bout me

That money made you grew

Me and Herm in and out that coupe, tryna get at somethin', why? (Grrt)

I heard a pussy nigga said somethin', why?

FBI investigatin' on me

We make them choppers come fly out, you better cover your child

Ain't no aim, I hop out sprayin' around and wavin' it wild

Ain't fair, no joy in the world

And she said she don't wanna have a child with the slime

But I respect this ho mind

How you let them mistreat me and I treated you right?

You was my five, you was my slime, I needed you in my life (Ah)

For the last three weeks, Bobo, told 'em how many times you left this bitch and took her lights

Bury me on side of granny, in this world, nothin' happy (Oh, oh), oh, oh

Bury me on side of Dave, they deserved all the caskets, oh, uh

I got my gloves on, I got mask on

Movin' in, I got my feet taped up, you will never find a print

Bobo, tell that bitch, "Try it again," ha

We got them cutters for your pussy ass and all your fuckin' friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

Poppin' off that lean, I'm off codeine, I can't control it (Hol' on)

Poppin' all that shit, but that ain't fair 'cause they don't know me

Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me

Plenty diamonds, plenty money, plenty change

[Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]

And that's for my Bobo, nigga

Blacksheep on my arm, he everywhere I go, nigga, believe that

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