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[Intro]
Yeah, whaddup?
I’m tryna put my dick inside of your panties, yeah
And then I take this shit for granted
I’m at Rolling Loud, right there, rolling out
Smokin’ Backwoods and holdin’ bae
I was gettin’ protected by my savages
Yellow school buses, that’s a Xanny
Causin’ me to sleep and I ain’t plan it (yeehaw)
I got some jobs all day
Roll out the jar all day
I be on Mars all day
I’m with the stars all day, uh
Boss all day
Roll up the raw all day
Babysit your dog all day
‘Bout to watch you jog all day

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 1]
Bagged a bad bitch, I got a foreign son
Tommy gun, found a real Tommy gun
I dropped a milli’ on my chain like I know Barry Bonds
And I got a head full of hair like I’m from Amazon, uh
Glaze that ass like a candle honey, uh
Ferragamo shower shoes for me, uh
Lightbulb, neck got jewels on it, uh
Like an old school, I got some pull, don’t I?
Huh?
Sayin’, abracadabra
Abracadabra, kill all you bastards
I don’t want no wrassle
The bread ambassador
No nothin’ else matter to him
I’m ballin’ like Patrick Ewing
Turn up on you bastards
I’m in a Ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me like I got my Masters
Fubu Platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum and up, I’m killin’ these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Verse 2]
Country Billy made a couple milli’
Tryna park the Rolls Royce inside the Piccadilly
Oh, he had a couple stripes actually (of course)
Got another half a milli’ in white tees, of course (don’t you panic)
Don’t you take this shit for granted, don’t you panic
When I put my D in your pants, don’t you panic
When I catch up with your bitch, you know I’m smashin’
I can put her on her feet, oh, oh head gasket
You gotta tell me what’s wrong
I can’t wait to deep stroke to the mornin’
‘Bout to put my dick in your mouth right when you yawn
You gotta put that puss’ on my lips, whenever I’m on one
I thank the red doll, so I whip my bum bum
I’m ’bout to fuck somebody girl off this rum, rum (go ‘head)
I’m chasin’ all of these rats like I was Tom (yeah)
But it ain’t even matter, I was tryna kill these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Bridge]
I’m fuckin’ with you
Yeah, you know I’m fuckin’ with you
Still got the factories on my coupe
Lately, I been lazin’, blamin’ blue
I kept that bag, swoo
I’m hidin’ a futu
My pitbull blue, too
My carpet wool, too
My bitch out Dallas, I’m a maverick
My ear got carrats on it
But none of that shit don’t matter, I was tryna kill these bastards

[Chorus]
Like family don’t matter, oh, oh
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?
What’s poppin’, what’s the deal?

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gambling your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I’ve been standing outside of the door has stuck up the stove
Look at my eyes tell me what you see
Whole lotta pain you can say that you don’t
Give up on you I would say that I won’t
A lotta people I had that to live alone
Momma told that Im going to jail
I ain’t respond I just hang up the phone
Them niggas trynna to get change on you
How can you say that
The whole time I was locked in a cell
They was holding my back (no lie)
Im on everythink that’s a fact, I ain’t never looking back
I ain’t never going back, forever gon run up that sack
Spit nothing but the truth when I spit on the track
Show my scars I do not where I at
Baby Joe put that draco to his back
Baby Joe put that draco to his cap
That shit that you talkin I tell you it’s cap
Don’t talk on that phone I know that its tapped
Fuck jail I don’t wanna go back
Fuck hell yeah I am living thru that
Need money take me to where is at
NBA, I put that on the map
Everyday they be in the trap
Death for me so I stay with a strap
It’s gon happen I no runnin from that
Hope my son still grow up with a dad
I ve been scare really quick I can be mad
I ve been scared I do this for my friends

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 2: Future]
I’ve been doing everything wrong
Draped up in VVS stones
When they want Chanel I put it on
Caught the Bentayaga put it on
Hop the Lamborghini and I’m gone
I didn’t hit a lick fucking long
I was selling liks in the zone
I don’t ran it up from money long
I just speed race for the dollars
I got cuban link on my coler
Keep a plane AP on my wrist
I done already got rich
Got 20 chains in the vault
Put a dog food to my dawg
Im on prometh everysingle day
I don’t never have withdrawals
The streets they calling my name
Start gainin a little fame
Drive the bitches insane
Most niggas gonna change
My niggas stay the same
Switching in another lanes
I just cop a new Range
Only drove it one time
Still thuggin one time
Turn a seven to a dime
Whoop the four to a nine
Flawless diamonds gonna shine
Make a nigga go blind
I’ve been walkin like a head light
Get a different head everynight
Got a aunt still I love to ??
Free the 5 star hotel that’s a motherfuckin projects
I recognize that Im blessed?
Im very different from the rest
Put my niggas on jets
Just to motivate the thugs
Just to show the nigga love

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Risk my life on my partna’ care if he is right or wrong
So much pain in my body I’ve been like this too long
So much trynna stop me but I keep movin on
I never give up I gotta keep it strong
The anxiety gonna ride
Take a risk and you gave me your life
Forever thuggin on site
My heart cold at night

[Verse 1]
I’m having trouble trying to sleep
I’m counting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
Still I try
No rest for crosstops in my mind
Everybody
On my own, here we go

[Verse 2]
My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
On my own, here we go

[Verse 3]
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My sense is dulled
Passed the point of delirium
On my own, here we go

[Verse 2]
My eyes feel like they’re gonna bleed
Dried up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Fucked up and spun out in my room
Come on
On my own, here we go

Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey

Alright Englan
Are you ready?
Ole, ole ole ole
Ole, ole
Ole, ole ole ole
Ole, ole

[Jazz Song]

[Saxophone Solo]

Hey
How are you guys doing out there on the lawn?
How are you good guys doing back there?
How’re all my friends down here on the floor?
I say hey, oh
Come on
I say hey, hey

Now, I would like to introduce to you, a band called Green Day

Over here on the guitar, originally from little rock Arkansaw, Ladies, and gentlemen, Mr. Jason White

Standing to my left, on the trumpet, originally from London England, Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Ronney Blake

And standing right next to him, on the piano, on the saxophone, on the trombone, and many many many many many many many pornographic websites on the internet, come over here Mr. Freese
Come over here Mr. Freese, give me some of that UK blues
Come up here, give me some of that

[Saxophone Solo]

Ladies and gentelman, Mr. Jason Freese

Alright

On the base
A man I’ve been standing next to for the last sixteen years
A man who looks really good naked
And the best fucking bass player in the history of punk rock music
Ladies and gentleman, Mr. Mike Dirnt

Mike Dirnt, Mike Dirnt

And on the drums
A man that’s very personal and close
And a lifelong friendship with Mr. Michael Jackson
A man I like to shower naked with
And the greatest drummer in the history of rock & roll
Ladies and gentleman, Tre Cool

And my name is George W. Bush
Actually, my name is asshole

[Verse 1]
Look nigga I told y’all
Young don’t bend,don’t break,don’t budge, or fold dawg
And I done-done mo’ with less
One stove,one fork, nine O’s nigga tons of stress
When I’m against all odds is when at my best
It was me against the world, I stuck out my chest
Shit is real man a nigga got migraines
But I doubt tylenol will help me in my pain
I need some champagne and a bad bitch
So I can tell her about the times that I ain’t had shit
Slow down baby I’m on a bottle
Paid blood, sweat and tears for the Murciélago
And lord have mercy, I need to keep my soul clean
But don’t stop this party by any means
You tell them motherfuckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real niggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]
Some niggas said I won’t make it (make it)
And other niggas can’t take it (take it)
Shits real can’t fake it (Yeah)
You know they say life is only what you make it (Ha ha)
Cuz real nigga is getting money (Getting Money)
Real nigga is getting money (Getting Money)
Real nigga is getting money (Getting Money)

[Verse 2]
Why you think this industry hate me
Niggas can say what they say I ain’t lettin em play me
These Industry Niggas play ho games see me
I’m a street nigga dawg we play no games
I know you never heard it before maine
This rap shit damn near worse than the dope game
So far gone only god can save me
All the shit I been through maybe God is crazy
When all your homies dead or incarcerated
You gotta take your time to thank god you made it
Made it out the streets nigga must be smart
Say the nigga so cool he wear his shades in the dark
Got on my grind like there was nothing to loose
Then I stay down nigga till there was nothing to move
You tell them motherfuckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real niggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
YallI know I got that dog in me
Yeahit ain’t secret no they got that hog in me
Yeah that’s right for both greedy and viscous
Ever had a taste of success its delicious
Eat whole plate no time to do the dishes
Too much at stake no time for the bitches
Cuz when you cased up They put on they make up
And go and fuck the same nigga that got you cased up
Fuck hoes, life’s a bitch nigga
Who you gone replace me with, these niggas(ha ha)
Y’all crazy never seems to amaze me
These niggas ain’t even themselves and I’m crazy(Yeah)
That’s right yall crazy If these niggas 30 a brick then I’m 80
You tell them motherfuckers bring it on (Bring it on)
Now all my real niggas sing ya song (Yeah)

[Hook]

I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because
I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

I like to see you
But then again
That doesn’t mean you mean that much to me
So if I call you
Don’t make a fuss
Don’t tell your friends about the two of us
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

I keep your picture
Upon the wall
It hides a nasty stain that’s lying there
So don’t you ask me
To give it back
I know you know it doesn’t mean that much to me
I’m not in love, no no, it’s because..

Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
Ooh you’ll wait a long time
Ooh you’ll wait a long time for me
Ooh you’ll wait a long time

I’m not in love
So don’t forget it
It’s just a silly phase I’m going through
And just because I call you up
Don’t get me wrong, don’t think you’ve got it made
I’m not in love
I’m not in love