YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Toxic

[Intro] We'll count it up We'll use it, yeah [Chorus] I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can't take no chances, no, I'm gon' ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah [Verse 1] I'm on another level, gеt another tailor, comin' out like I'm outfitted I ain't signin' that dеal, I got to another bettor if I find an amount bigger He took that green flag and that red, representin' a grave digger I'm leavin' demons all in her head, tryna make sure she think different This my monkey suit (Go) I hit licks inside that fit and send shots out that coupe (Out that coupe) I'm too rich to take these risks but still gon' step on you Took my cash, man, chain, come out the window, shoot Steady blowin' that strap straight at your brain 'til I shoot through I need a hunnid mill', I done shared a hunnid tears He said, "Cool," and I say, "Fire" They know niggas die for real Prolly fire shells up in all my rides Bury him, he stay concealed 4KTrey, get faced lil' bitch Plan on slangin' all out on a tear Primis Player Placeholder [Chorus] I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah [Verse 2] Stack it up, breakin' up, we countin' out red, you cover the whole scene Step on 'em, the conscience that fuck with my head, accept it like protein Nigga, rockabye, tryin', I put 'em to bed, get put in a long-sleeve (Status) Ball right, too much Off-White, I want Alexander McQueen Takin' one off and I ain't takin' one bean Buy like an iPhone, taste no lean I just want the bitch, finna get some credit She gon' want me for to get her a ring Yeah, yeah, Top leave red on the scene Covered in gunpowder, still too clean Five percent with a strong-ass scent In an all-white car, you know that's me Prolly all-red, nigga know a big B Old lame ass niggas ain't better than me Now I'm on seven but then I get three Still won't stop, I'ma count on my feet (Come here) Tell me what they hear about I'm stuntin' it, like, who better than me? Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub' on feet Murder have me bleak, bitch, be deceased [Chorus] I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah It ain't nothin' I can't afford, in the Hellcat, press record I can't take no chances, no, gon' ride with the stick Bruh, that nigga, I'm gon' show, all my feelings overboard I'ma pop my shit and I got rich and now they on me Temper tantrum nigga, with that bag, ain't who they want Felt like from that shit that get 'em pleased and now they on me They gon' play my song, that's if they end up all alone, yeah [Outro] Dope boy, you ain't fuckin' with me today slime I was sayin', ayy, he wasn't stayed up all night or somethin', you hear me? I did, hey, you motherfucka, two days