Shotta Soul 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 Drum Dummie.
Shotta Soul Lyrics
(Damn, ayo Drum, play that bi**h back)
Oh damn, let me tell you ni***s ’bout most of the—
Most of the s**t, and I say
(Danny got that juice)
Had some problems, but, that’s what made me who I am today (Today)
They was tearin’ me down
I ain’t never break (I ain’t never break)
Interrogation, I ain’t never say
Ni**a got hit up with that Drac’
(Shh, pow, pow)
I’m from the ‘hood, you break the rules
You got to pay (You got to pay)
I done made it on my own, say, “Amen” (Amen, Amen)
I’m protected everywhere I go (Mhm)
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
(…?) from the store
Now, a young ni**a got hеlla bands
Bands, I’m so hot, I won’t never lack
I ain’t graduate at all, but, you got a nеw house, so, I see, grandpa (Okay)
(…?) ‘fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (That’s a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain’t think she come back
But, she still around puttin’ up with my a**
Eyes lookin’ at Kelly, I was lookin’ at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her a** on that
If I cop one, I’ll buy mom’s support (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded, that’s a shotter soul (Oh)
I don’t talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh)
Woah
I know that you see I’m worse than before (Oh-oh)
But, If you mine, you’ll stay on my side
Don’t tell a ni**a that can’t take mine
Got to make more money than I had before, oh
But, he don’t value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a ni**a your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin’ that (They thinkin’ that)
Young ni**a rick like Richy
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, my lawyer fees
For a burner, I’ll probably sell the house
He say, “Murder fees,” don’t bring ’em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off
(I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (Skrrt, skrrt, let’s go)
Better not tell me s**t, I’m inside my house
Told a bi**h she better watch her mouth (Watch)
You know I’m a gangster
You know it ain’t long ’til the day that they say I’ma die (Die)
Not a child, I don’t cry
Just make sure I’m focused
I’m rollin’ with sticks in the ride
(Sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids (Them racks)
I ain’t seen my daughter or son in over a year and still don’t know what I did (What I did)
Play games, ni**a, I set the bait
May as well ride my TEC to (…?)
If I got ’em, make sure I (…?), on my kids
Lord know I grew up to (…?)
I ain’t graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (Okay)
(…?) ‘fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (That’s a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain’t think she come back
But, she still around puttin’ up with my a**
Eyes lookin’ at Kelly, I was lookin’ at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her a** on that
If I cop one, I’ll buy mom’s support (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded, that’s a shotter soul (Oh)
I don’t talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh, rodeo)
Woah
Song Details
Singer : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album : Realer 2
Lyrics : YoungBoy Never Broke Again, AKel
Music : DannyGotThatJuice, Drum Dummie