YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Bitch Yeah

(Timmy Da HitMan)
Huh, what?
What? What? What? What? What?
What? What?

What's crackin'? What? (What?)
Or whatever I'm brackin' on, bitch
Yeah, that my blood, I got all Fives 'round this bitch
These hoes wan' fuck, these niggas can't fuck with none of us in this bitch
I'm, a hit at your clique with the stick (Baow)
Make me turn you lil' boys to a lick (A lick)
I got stripper big booty bitches blowin' up on my phone
Too much swag, stylist cop more clothes inside of my home
Put yo' bitch in VLone
Bitch, play what you please along as you don't QC on
Bitch, I make you bleed, ho
Bitch, I know I bleed, ho
Band red 5, big B, ho (Hell, yeah)
Bitch, get on your knees, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Come and suck it with no teeth, ho (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm rich, I'm rich, I'm rich, bitch, I'm rich as shit
Come get it, got to whip it
Know I got to whip it, nigga, come and get your bitch
Molly, Molly, Holly, Wolly, had a 30, whip out his body
I don't play that shit, I keep that chopper
I might buy me a Maserati
Shoot that drum at that bitch, it's [?]
'Forе get to my shit, you know I'ma pop it
Bitch, give me yo' soul, givе me yo' body
Swag out the bitch, pop out for mama
I get high in this bitch (I'm gone)
I get so high in this bitch (I'm gone)
I might make her [?] a nigga
Bitch, come touch your toes
Finna make a R&B bitch come here off her phone (Yeah)
If we fuck 'bout how good she can sing, bitch, get that phone (Yeah)