Bloody Night Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a Latest English song from the album “Realer 2” sung by popular rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Lyrics of this song are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again and music produced by skeeo!.
Bloody Night Lyrics
Look, uh, woah, woah, let’s talk, ni**a
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon’ do somethin’ to me?
Bi**h a** ni**a, you ain’t tell ni**a you don’t wanna do nothin’ with me
Yeah, look
Bi**h, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bi**h a Prada bag, she gotta give a** on a**
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, ni**a, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you ni***s, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bi**hes “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
I need a ni**a who dead
Gon’ lay in your bag, gon’ lose your head, bi**h
Them boys you with, thеy scared to light
Turn red, we lеave you dead with it
I’m smokin’, tryna focus
Now I’m called on me, pay her rent
Lil’ posted ni**a said that Quando got me tryna solve s**t
Been waitin’ your mans, it’s like he ran up, switch ’em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don’t know
We don’t choose, bi**h, I don’t pick
These ni***s been tryna steal my style
Don’t try see what I’ma come with
But I ain’t got Jason, so they f**k, the engineer ain’t on s**t
Shorty, hol’ on, put that p***y on me, want me, I don’t see
How lil’ mama done fit all that a** up in those jeans?
I got plenty hundreds on me, just won’t lean, I don’t smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone me
Bi**h, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bi**h a Prada bag, she gotta give a** on a**
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, ni**a, yeah
Police could not tame me
So I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you ni***s, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bi**hes “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
You’ll lose your life
‘Cause they been trippin’, they can’t wait ’til y’all make a wrong right
And that’s exactly how that s**t turn on a better night
Yep, you just don’t know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain’t never been inside that car
Ni**a, you just grew around that s**t, boy, you a bi**h
And all them old a** ni***s that you be runnin’
We gon’ end up on some zombie s**t from a headshot, when lil’ bro and ’em swanged the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic?
Gotta put ’em on my top list
I won’t drop s**t ’til I heard that he got blicks (Yeah, he got blicks)
You see them bangin’ green, know that be my s**t
I bossed it all, them foreigns, they drop s**t
Get a drop, gon’ show you they gon’ stay in’ who you with
They gon’ stay in the clip
Bi**h, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bi**h a Prada bag, she gotta give a** on a**
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, ni**a, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you ni***s, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bi**hes “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone
Song Details
Singer : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album : Realer 2
Lyrics : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Music : skeeo!