Youngboy Never Broke Again Creep Up On Ya Lyrics

[Intro]
(Damn, Ju, you made this one?)
(Mally Mall)
(Isaiah Xclusive)
Ayy, what up, man, it's YoungBoy

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me

[Post-Chorus]
p*ssy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me
Huh, you get your man's wacked
I hit him, he ain't have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9, yeah
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the f*ckin' problem? Me

[Verse 1]
Huh, I want the bitch for to slip 'cause I promise to knock out his mind (Comе on, let's go)
You out your motherf*ckin' head, onе of us gon' die
I ain't scared, bitch, look at my eyes, that pistol on side behind it when I ride
You take one shot up at this car, Blokk, stop this bitch, now it's that time (Rlrrd, rlrrd)

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me

[Verse 2]
f*ck it, you know that I'm thuggin' (f*ck it)
I bought a brand new XD for you
Shavin' the back of the cutter, shavin' the barrel on the shotty (f*ck it, f*ck it)
Lil' kid, we done caught him in public
He done put his lil life on the line, pluck him
Blow a hole through him, get close on him, stand over him, yeah
I got more hoes than him, more dough than him, I'm over him, yeah
I'ma blow, I don't know 'bout them, nigga, f*ck with me, makin' sure you zip the f*ck up
'Cause I don't know what you thinkin', thug, but, boy, you got me f*cked up
I'm not myself on muddy drugs, I'm tellin' you, bitch, test your luck

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you (Woah)
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you (Woah) That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Bang, bang)

[Verse 3]
Bitch, get up (Bang, bang)
He tryna run, catch him, he done
I got you, bitch (Ouu)
Like I know you sweet (Blatt, blatt)
He ain't as fast as me (Blatt, blatt)
I sent a bullet at his chin (Pew-pew, flrrt), knock off his face tat'
I know this nigga sweet (On 5)

[Chorus]
.40 Glock, I creep up on you (5)
Speak up on me, I'll run down on you (5)
That's them boys out 4KT, just left a murder scene (Hey, hey)
Tell your mama get out the way (Mama, get out the way)
My lil' bro hopped out to shoot his Drac' 'bout all that shit you said 'bout me (Hey, hey)

[Post-Chorus]
p*ssy, I'm a sliverback, yeah, you ain't scarin' me
You get your man's wacked, I hit him
He ain't have fast feet
Two dead bodies on Channel 9
Who that was? Favorite rapper dead because me
Who the f*ckin' problem? Me (Ha)

[Verse 4]
I'm dyin' if I ride on the street (Ha)
In front of your child, I'ma fire (Ha)
I heard you were lookin' for me (Ha)
I'ma shoot it all up in front of my woman (Ha)
Commas on commas (Ha, ha)
I'm ready to do it, get a drop and we comin'
I got this 38 shit from my mama, nigga, I'm born to kill

[Outro]
Huh, hold up
I say, mic check, one-two
No, f*ck that, nigga, I'm gon' stretch one and check two
I'ma pop your ass and I'ma X them too after, nigga
I might- ayy, we might blast 'em too, nigga, f*ck you and smoke y'all up
You hear me? You know how we get down, you know how we rockin', big knots in our pockets
Big Glocks on our side, they be like Yamaha, nigga, we ain't never stoppin'
You a f*ck-nigga, you a cunt, you ain't got no money anyway, you gon' get f*cked up, boy
Oh-oh-oh
I can't f*ck with you, nigga, you ain't this
God, protect my soul

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