Youngboy never broke again house arrest tingz lyrics

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Artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Song: House Arrest Tingz
Genre: rap
Release Date: September 25, 2019

*Drum Dummie*
*Drum Dummie made the beat and you know he killed it*
Oh, this Drum Dummie who made this beat, huh?

I ain’t flashin’, though
I’m just coolin’ right now
It ain’t nobody but me and Herm in the studio
And I’m just bored
And, I hope y’all was waitin’ to hear from me
So, I just recorded

Real street n**ga, I ain’t tryna feel no sorrow
Drive that Maybach like a f**kin’ Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know
Cross me once, can’t call my phone, you get the dial tone

I been on fleek, I’m poppin’
Not many ’round if you don’t know, it helped my pockets
And my bro, take that Draco and go wildin’
Tryna grow up, don’t come in contact with that violence

Violins should be played, how I’m stylin’
Comment “Where,” she like, “What picture?” That ain’t my b*tch
Tired of the Bayou, I want take it out to New York
And live a high life like a n**ga signed with Highbridge

I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side, but that’s who I’m is
Hidin’ out, I let that 30 spit on College
If I die right now, just check the stats and see how I did

I’m a real street n**ga, yeah
I just pulled my retta out and tried to stop a n**ga (Where you goin’?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a n**ga (F**k is you doin’?)
F**k my ex, I hope my next can prolly top a n**ga

Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh)
Steppin’ in blood, we deep thugs and I can’t panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
N**ga what? They gotta hand it

I just took to foreign on the block and took the top off
Talkin’ out his top, I go by top, I get him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin’ out that Benz, that’s some dropouts
They was hatin’, I knocked ’em out my lens, that ain’t my fault

I’m with Herm, I’m drinkin’ on that Hen’ like a papa
Pure codeine, they drinkin’ on that gin, I been goin’ off
Goin’ off on all these hoes waitin’ on me to fall
I walk in court, dirty as the f**k with pee up in my draws

B*tch, I’m drunker than the f**k, I need some Tylenol
I go nuts, soon as you buck, I shoot at all of y’all
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin’ proper as the f**k with my head off

Talkin’ proper as the f**k with my head off
Been goin’ crazy but I can’t let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged, I just want it gone
If you my friend, let’s get it in, b*tch, take yo’ panties off

Take me to a place I can’t imagine (Oh)
Victim of heartbreak and I’m so damaged (Oh)
Steppin’ in blood, we deep thugs and I can’t panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
N**ga what? They gotta hand it

House arrest tingz lyrics
Oh this Drum Dummi who made this beat huh?
I ain t flashin though
I m just coolin right now
It ain t nobody but me and Hemp in the studio right
And I m just boolin
I hope y all was waitin to hear from me
So I just recorded

Real street niggaa I ain t tryna feel no sorrow
Drive that Maybach like a fuckin Monte Carlo
I been tryna find some peace and only God know
Cross me once can t call my phone you get the dial tone
I been on fleek I m poppin
Not many round if you don t know it helped my pockets
And my bro take that Draco and go wildin
Tryna grow up don t contact with that violence
Violins should be played how I m stylin
Comment where she like: What picture? That ain t my bitchh
Tired of the Bayou I want take it out to New York
And live a high life like a niggaa signed with Highbridge
I flash out and take his head from off his body
I never once showed you that side but that s who I m is
Hidin out I let that 30 spit on College
If I die right now just check the stats and see how I did
I m a real street niggaa yeah
I just pulled my radar out and tried to stop a nigga (where you goin?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a nigga (fuck is you doin?)
Fuck my ex I hope my next can prolly top a nigga

Take me to a place I can t imagine
Victim of heartbreak and I m so damaged
Steppin in blood we deep thugs and I can t panic
Yeah we knocked him off
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Niggaa what? It gotta hand it

I just took to flowin on the block and took the top off
Talkin out his top I go by top I got him knocked off
See them youngins hoppin out that Benz that s some dropouts
They was hatin I knocked em off my lens that ain t my fault
I m with Hemp I m drinkin on that Hen like a papa
[?] Drinkin on that gin I been goin off
Goin off on all these hoes waitin on me to fall
I walk in court dirty as the fuck with pee up in my drawers
Bitch I m drunker than the fuck I need some Tylenol
I go nuts soon as you buck I shoot at all of y all
I left therapy with K3 and I sped off
Talkin proper as the fuck with my head off
Talkin proper as the fuck with my head off
Been goin crazy but I can t let my son see it all
All this love got me damaged I just want it gone
If you my friend [?] bitch take yo panties off

Take me to a place I can t imagine
Victim of heartbreak and I m so damaged
Steppin in blood we deep thugs and I can t panic
Yeah we knocked him off
Nigga what? It gotta hand it