Never Cared / Young God Lyrics

Never Cared / Young God - Yung Juice Box

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Southside on the track, yeah

Smoking cookie crisp, huh, stupid bitch

Uh, uh

Phew, uh

Let my girlfriend hold the strap, nigga no dyke

Doing drive-bys at night, nigga no lights

Hating on me? Fuck nigga got no life

Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life

Slow down on the Percs something don't feel right

Hi-tech red, that shit slime real right

I freestyle the shit they will write

He on the corner, stop at the red light

Talking drunk, nigga no Bud Light

He on the Gram, flexing with fake ice

I’ma keep going, no time for a hook

They stealing the drip, no time for a crook

Yo bitch get picked up, then I get licked up

We in the Fisker moving to Cali, LA or Vista

She want a mister, I want her sister, shit real crazy

Someone come roll backwoods, I’ll pay

Someone talk down on my name, I’ll slay

I’ma test out my new gun like yeah

Spent two bands, gave my bitch red hair

Pull up on a fuck nigga, he right there

He location shared

On the way with sticks right now we ain’t never cared

Uh, huh

Ah (Ah), ah (Ah)

She look at me like I’m a young god

Allah, thank God

Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard

We in yo yard, you ain’t here?

Then we in your bro yard, make it clear

Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy

Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere

Run up the money and run out of fears

Codeine cups, we having cheers

What's her name? All on my phone

I haven’t talked to this bitch in some years

Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in

They want Givenchy the way that I got it

Nigga, how much are you willing to spend? Yeah

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh

Talk my shit and back it

Rockstar from the trap

Run from the cops in my Rafs, yeah

Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah

I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush

Maybe Hi-C, maybe a Faygo

Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these fuck niggas halos

Oh, oh, I'ma let it breathe, breathe let it die slow

I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy-E, fuck the police

They won't let none of my niggas home, home

Oh, oh, I'ma let it breathe, breathe, let it die slow

I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy-E, fuck the police

Ah (Ah), ah (Ah)

She look at me like I’m a young god

Allah, thank God

Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard

We in yo yard, you ain’t here?

Then we in your bro yard, make it clear

Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy

Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere