Текст песни Another Dead - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Another Dead

This pack got contact, that’s another hit, he on his way up
The whole house just smelling like rubber, but we ain’t burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten, I’m playing with that blender, say he just spunned
something
He did half of ten but still he all in it, say he ain’t learn nothing
But how to hold his own, up long nights and wait around for nobody
Them niggas stepped on your partner, that’s your body
And I be talking dirty cutters, same yard grandpa told me don’t go out it
Go to jail, here come the news, they make a show 'bout it
How it getting dirty than a motherfucker?
Better stay up out my way, nigga
Bitch, you better have a bang or see that gang, nigga
Aston Martin lane-switching
Too turnt up for lame bitches
Kill a bitch the main mission
They act the same, I came different
Old school
big four-wheeler
On my side, I keep a Glock to pop at those niggas
His nigga still popping dots and he got M&Ms
Riding stolo, this bitch hot and filled with dirty steel
Somebody might get murdered still
Bitch, you know that I got plenty money still
Youngins ready for the kill
38, I run it still
Said fuck 'em and I mean it still
Lil' shawty wanna fuck for real
They wanna put up my career
My vision see one hundred mil', I’m on it still
This pack got contact, that’s another hit, he on his way up
The whole house just smelling like rubber, but we ain’t burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten, I’m playing with that blender, say he just spunned
something
He did half of ten but still he all in it, say he ain’t learn nothing
Three hundred thousand dollar car, I’m in this bitch like
I ain’t showing up for nobody, even
Real stepper, I’m a rebel, I’m a fucking man of honor
I smoke dope and keep my shovel, I’m the grave-digging founder
Split his head, I’m on that, stop, let me out around the corner
Run down and blow, I swang it on 'em
Back to the car, I hope I down something
Seen his pic, look like a drop, I think I found something, aw man
Silly nigga from the net was talking dumb, ain’t gon' have no brain
Too much money, go insane, but know that I still ball in jail
Been stacking bills, this shit too real, come on, come on
I be true for real, she don’t pop pills, she want no strong
Lil' brother pulled a chase off, he still home
This pack got contact, that’s another hit, he on his way up
The whole house just smelling like rubber, but we ain’t burnt nothing
On the phone with Ten, I’m playing with that blender, say he just spunned
something
He did half of ten but still he all in it, say he ain’t learn nothing