YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Letra de Run The Hood

(Beat Execz)
(MercyBeatz, nigga)
(K4ProducedIt)
Look, look

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

I'm on the phone with Tim, oh, that's ****, bitch, dig your brother up
Tell 'em fuck that nigga you fucking on, they ain't gon' fuck with us
Tell your broke-ass menace come get me gone, we gon' bust him off
Drop tape by tape and don't promote at all, that's just my runner up
I know that he talkin' in them songs and he dumb as fuck
Don't shoot him, bag him up
It could flip a Mack Truck, lil' baby, know we smashing somethin'
Act up, I want you to play crazy
Spend that check and don't show nothing, I put Dior all on my baby
Listen up, we gon' wet the block, and boy
All that talkin' out your top, gon' meet the murder squad
Say that he want beef, he ain't gon' say nothin' else
Man, all the pain I felt
Play the cards that I was dealt, chasin' money 'til I'm out of breath
Everybody after me, everybody wanna kill YB, but can't capture me
Behind this one nigga, he deceased
But I'm gon' change the subject, fuck 'em
Tell them niggas that I love 'em
'Cause they know I fuckin' hate 'em, I can't wait to fuckin' bust 'em

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place

Think they all got a death wish, why? Well, 'cause all them niggas dying
And them niggas that's behind, second in the line
Bye, I'm so fucking slime, why you play with my mind?
I can't wait for they get active on the road, I put that on my child
Lie in my Benz and push the car, money got me bozo
Hundred shots, they stuck inside and they in a two-door
I prey on him, oh no
He a villain, forty million not enough for him, oh no
I want your body stretched with no soul

Mama, I wanna run the hood, I don't wanna go to school
Mama, I been havin' thoughts 'bout breakin' in my neighbor place
Gang baby, he tote green flags, breakin' all the rules
They know we keep sticks like rulers, up it and we spray the place