YoungBoy Never Broke Again - AI Nash

Apr 7, 2020 275

New song from YoungBoy Never Broke Again "AI Nash" Produced by BJ Beatz

Lyrics

BJ on the beat, boy
Why the temperature say eighty degrees, and I'm the only one fuckin' cold in here?
Maybe 'cause you're the only one with all these goddamn chains on
You think?
Goddamn, BJ with another

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
Brought a whole bank, so the hoes follow me
Plenty racks, steady straps on my coloured jeans
Got them Forgiato wheels, steady tearin' up the streets
Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans

Take a dugg, get some woods from the store
Actin' tough, put some wood on a ho
Plenty Lambo' when we ride like some hunters
In the jungle, in the neck of the woods with my bros
Ex-patrole, I ain't never gon' fold
When they go down, we gon' see who gon' froze
And my chain on freeze
Don't correct the way I speak, if I ain't fuckin' up my count
Ayy, while you watch what I'm doin'?
She took shots, I won her over time
I'm on lap, but won't go overboard
I'm feelin' her, she feelin' Lil Top
I be on someone else every time I get bored
I'ma sin like flashy, he play out the course
If you call out for help, I'll never ignore it
Any diamond you want, I got caked up for it
Wake up, chasin' that money, we makin' a fool of ya
And wanna ride with the slime (Let's go)
Ride with the, ride with the, ride with the slime
She wan' take all the time for the play with my mind
She tryna fuck up my grind, ain't no way that nigga slime, ooh

Car go, from a push of a button
Gun go, from the look all of sudden
I got money steady comin' as I'm spendin' every hundred
Dead man by the burner, you can join, if you wanna
Why she dissin' on a nigga? I ain't stuntin' on a ho
I got money, I said, "I can transform any ho"
Make a bitch fuck her trade, I'ma learn me a ho
Cut the grass for the snakes, tell the lawn mower, blow

Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans (Got a nigga whole wheel in these Diesel jeans)
For whoever tryna follow me (For whoever tryna follow me)
In a safe location, close to sea (In a safe location, close to sea)
Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally (Hidin' out on the beach, no, literally)

Away from the drama, it's just me and me and my fifth baby-mama (My fifth baby-mama)
You don't want no problems, got that .45 up this bitch, that motorstop (They were her in college)
They took red out the mud, got six in the paint, for the 3K, I cap it
Bought a watch like a 'fore I come out my pocket
I had to make me some spiritual choices and I got was noggin'
I wanted some shit with more horses
I went to the lot, had the wire in the body
Rich nigga shit, suck a rich nigga dick
And don’t tell nobody about it
Cut your opp like that hair on your twat
Bitch, I got youngins, they ready to stop shit

Thirteen hoes like Steve Nash
Louis V duffle, keep the brakes in the bag
I'm tryna take the whole team in
I got enough rooms for all they ass
BJ on the beat, boy