Letra da Música Guest de YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Did you blow some checks? Did you?
I don't got no mind
I don't got no mind
Man fuck that bitch cause she ain't mine

Who you think you foolin? I love all them meds
I know you fuck with them so watch me do me
Bitch you betta not stress
Hoe you tweakin, who you fuckin playin with
Don't suck my neck
Bet I'm ballin, without the main coolin Watch me blow a check
Bitch I go bezerk lift up my shirt
I've been ballin sick I need a nurse
She feel like fuck me, she don't love me
I admit it hurt, but I've been clutching
I've been thuggin on another turf
And plus man I've been fucking off
I put in too much work
Bitch you mad, I don't sickening with your sad ass
You got a plan fuck with who got the most cash
Bitch you bad, just don't know that I'd leave your ass
Oh fine ass, bitch you better not let my feelings pass
Throw your set, where they at?
All the bad bitches in the back
You competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sad
Hundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tab
Can't tell me leave, what I got that's something you never had
Tats all on my belly, do you love convicted feelings?
R. I. P don't but you get dumped, I send your ass to heaven
Bitch I never love her, she say she want me to comfort
I grind cause I don't like your brother, who I'll fuck your mother

They think I'm broke so they gonna leave, hold up, be my guest
Oh my fucking god, what I read, you ain't cut like this
I know the draco mom upset, she said she want fucked on a jet
I told her I ain't built like that, I'm loyal look who on my chest

Ha think I wanna fuck that bitch cause she look better
She said that she gonna fuck my life up cause I shouldn't have met her I'll be who whatever, told that hoe I'm a trendsetter We can be together, if you tryna Chorus]
They think I'm broke so they gonna leave, hold up, be my guest
Oh my fucking god, what I read, you ain't cut like this
I know the draco mom upset, she said she want fucked on a jet
I told her I ain't built like that, I'm loyal look who on my chest

Throw your set, where they at?
All the bad bitches in the back
You competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sad
Hundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tab
Can't tell me leave, what I got that's something you never had
Bitch you mad, I don't sickening with your sad ass
You got a plan fuck with who got the most cash
Bitch you bad, just don't know that I'd leave your ass
Oh fine ass, bitch you better not let my feelings pass
Throw your set, where they at?
All the bad bitches in the back
You competing, tryna copy bitch you know you sad
Hundred bands, tell her put that pussy on my tab
Can't tell me leave, what I got that's something you never had