Youngboy Never Broke Again Morning Lyrics

[Intro]
(D-Roc)

[Chorus]
Bitch, I know I do that thing
Louis V, Track' Jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond rings, Chrome Hearts, Prada me
Baby, this fit cost a key
Wireless key, baby wanna f*ck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
I just came through swervin', turned up with it and I'm f*cked up (Oh-oh-oh)
Had her in here swervin', drinkin', with it 'til she thrown up (Oh-oh-oh)
High in this bitch, hopin' morning don't come yet (Oh-oh-oh)
I wave this stick 'round and 'round 'til they run, yeah
[Verse]
If a bitch cross that line, if a bitch cross that line
I got these bitches in a line, I make 'em all drop a dime
Bitch, I had to turn that 'round, I was broke, I was down
'Til I went and ran back up them M's, tell that broke bitch, "You clown"
p*ssy-ass nigga ain't touchin' my swag, you see? Yeah, yeah
Pull up, I pull up a new G-Wagon clean, bitch, yеah, yeah (Pow, pow, pow)
Ask your nigga
Tryna tell me hе ain't say nothin', we can get active, nigga
f*ck you mean? I got blue racks inside my jacket, nigga I like McLaren 'cause it's faster (Kick it, kick it, kick it, huh, wow, wow)
f*ck that waitin', she gon' take it, then I tell her go, go
Got with it, now the bitch grindin' on me slow
I'ma take your top off 'bout that fetti, bitch, gone, he gone
Buy designer switch for every bitch havin' sex in the room

[Chorus]
Bitch, you know I do that thing
Louis V, Track' Jeep, it ain't cheap
Diamond ring, Chrome Hearts, Prada me
Baby girl, this fit a key
Wireless keys, baby wanna f*ck me
Thirty rounds in a .223, don't touch me
Strapped up, it ain't safe with me
Hit across your face with heat (Wow-wow, wow-wow)
Make her take it, then I tell her, "Go, go"
I just came through swervin', turned up with it and I'm f*cked up
Had her swervin' in this bitch and drinkin' 'til she thrown up
High in this bitch, hopin' morning don't come yet
I wave this stick 'round and 'round 'til they run, yeah
[Outro]
If a bitch get out of line