Youngboy Lyrics

War is in the air hate to say

I clear the smoke again

Colder than Laflare that Mac go Burrr

He fold his poker hand

Knew he wasn't real when it got real

He showed this cobra skin

Steady going dumb boy

I'm like young boy never broke again

Hop out walk down show what them Glocks bout

Don't pop out get shot down

This is what I die bout

Thought that it was over ho oh no

We clearing smoke again

Suit up for your photo when it flash

They know it's no pretend

We about to go live

Thirty shots and four fives them waters roll tide

I'm so tired of y'all playing both sides

I'm going to make y'all snore loud

Spinning on them

Hip-hop police say I support crime

Been a farmer I'm moving hay

And crossing state lines

Was stuck in the barracks

Hood nigga on his way to Paris

We strapped like Tip Harris

You act a fool you get embarrassed

Spank something chalkboard eraser

I'm going to blank something

Seven six twos

Make it so where your body can't function

Game hunting

Even before then I been a soldier

Two sticks in my joggers loaded

Heart colder than Minnesota

Been getting at it

Don't get caught jumping off the porch late

Hopeless romantic

The most romance I had was court dates

Now I lay him down to sleep

We take his chain

And his Jesus piece amen

Murder be the music dirty Draco

When we carry the tune

Thought that boy was hot

Send him up top like a hot air balloon

War is in the air hate to say

I clear the smoke again

Colder than Laflare that Mac go Burrr

He fold his poker hand

Knew he wasn't real when it got real

He showed this cobra skin

Steady going dumb boy

I'm like young boy never broke again

Hop out walk down show what them Glocks bout

Don't pop out get shot down

This is what I die bout

Thought that it was over ho oh no

We clearing smoke again

Suit up for your photo when it flash

They know it's no pretend

Oh you think cause I'm five four

I won't make you die slow

Alright I say look

That money you be making ain't shit

You niggas rich haters

Fly nigga take a rich nigga bitch

Got to keep that shit player

Flexing all that guwap

Got him dropped off in that reservoir

We left the boy in shock

How we sent shots all through his Tesla car

His head was on the steering wheel

But his body almost left the car

These niggas don't want smoke for real

I'm trying to see who got an extra gar

Walk with a cutter no regular saw

Murder your brother you next in the morgue

I be surviving the rapture

I feel like a alpha or kappa for stepping this hard

I went to war with my father

My momma had told me that I got a devilish heart

Thirsty for catching a body

The demons around me tell me I got hell paranoid

No man can run from these cop killers

Where you going

You got to be fast with that four-nickel

What you doing

Pressure on my name

Control the game like a ventriloquist

Caught that little boy lacking

He in traffic with his pants unzipped

War is in the air hate to say

I clear the smoke again

Colder than Laflare that Mac go Burrr

He fold his poker hand

Knew he wasn't real when it got real

He showed this cobra skin

Steady going dumb boy

I'm like young boy never broke again

Hop out walk down show what them Glocks bout

Don't pop out get shot down

This is what I die bout

Thought that it was over ho oh no

We clearing smoke again

Suit up for your photo when it flash

They know it's no pretend