Youngboy Never Broke Again – Bloody Night (Instrumental) (Prod. By ​skeeo! & Jason Goldberg)

[Intro]
(Skeeo, you crazy)
Look, uh, woah, woah, let’s talk, nigga, yeah, yeah
Who said they wanna do somethin’ with me?
Bitch-ass nigga, you ain’t tell me you wanted to do nothin’ with me
Yeah, look

[Chorus]
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah
Still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag
She got that good ass and head
I’m a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you niggas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches, “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all been dissing, say get ’em all gone
[Verse 1]
Tryna leave who dead? Gon’ lay your bed, gon’ losе your head, bitch
The boys you with, they scarеd, the light turn red, we leave you dead with
I’m smokin’, tryna focus, now I’m callin’, want me pay her rent
Lil’ pussy nigga say that Quando got me tryna slump shit
BWay tote nines just like he Rondo, switch ’em back with drums in
Shoot through your front door, if you don’t know, we don’t choose, bitch, I don’t pick
These niggas be tryna steal my style, don’t try see what I’ma come with
But I ain’t got Jason, so they fucked, they engineer ain’t on shit, now hold on
Shorty wanna put that pussy on me, want me, I don’t see
How lil’ mama done fit all that ass up in those jeans
I got plenty hundreds on me, just want lean, I don’t smoke weed
And I got a slime just for your slime for who wanna dome me

[Chorus]
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah
Still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag
She got that good ass and head
I’m a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you niggas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches, “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all been dissing, say get ’em all gone

[Verse 2]
You’ll lose your life
‘Cause they been trailin’, they can’t wait ’til y’all make a wrong right
And that’s exactly how that shit turn on a bloody night
Yep, you just don’t know your life might end at the next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain’t never been inside that car, nigga, you just grew around that shit, boy, you a bitch
And all them old-ass niggas that you be runnin’ with gon’ end up on some zombie shit from a headshot when lil’ bro and ’em swing the switch
Who that is, say they want Top pic? Gotta put ’em on my top list, I won’t drop shit ’til I heard that he got blitzed (Yeah, he got blitzed)
You see them bangin’ green, know that be my shit, I bossed it all, them boys, they drop shit, get a drop to show you they gon’ stain you and who you with
They gon’ stain you and your clique

[Chorus]
Bitch, I got a problem, yeah
Still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my bitch a Prada bag
She got that good ass and head
I’m a stolo baby, murder baby, 38 made me, nigga, yeah
City police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you niggas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them bitches, “Say my name loud”
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all been dissing, say get ’em all gone

[Outro]
(Skeeo, you crazy)