Dead Opps* lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again


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[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, pitch fork
Knife on front that cutter take out three opps
He a gang baby
Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In hell like I'm satan chasing after money
Stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under it come out we switching up locations

[Verse 1: P Yungin, NBA Big B & YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Kill that pus*y b*tch and at his funeral a celebration
Talking out your top we catch you lacking leave you swerving lazy
Tap in with my youngin with that cutter he go crazy crazy
Demon baby think he was a child of satan
Maybe
I should put a bag on the whole team
How you feelin', n*gga?
Go to the lot, cash out on a brand new machine
b*tch n*gga play then I'ma punch him down
Don't f*ck round wit' me
Hundred rounds for your partner but your other partner deceased
4KTrey here wit' plenty killers murder how them n*ggas eat
He dead now he can't talk no more his brains is left in them streets

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Hold on, pitch fork
Knife on front that cutter take out three opps
He a gang baby
Ain't no tellin' what he do for tear drops
In hell like I'm satan chasing after money
Stop for nothin' I been real impatient
Keep that on the under it come out we switching up locations
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