Lyrical Breakdown of Slump - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Slump" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Al Geno on the track)
Uh, you already know what it is, man (it's Lil Top nigga)
We back again, you know how we do it (you already know what it is with me)
Tell 'em glizzy me (4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)
I got all my niggas in here with me (DDawg comin home)
I got all my people here with me (like anyday, right now, believe that)
And you already know if you ain't feel me, fuck you
I ain't worried, girl, I'm built not to curl
Gotta be strong, this a dirty world, I went bought her pearls
By tonight, I'm fuckin' up her curls
Fuck these niggas, they ain't crazy
Right on scene, I shoot like Curry, tell them bitches, "I be YoungBoy, baby"
I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)
They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I know I hit someone, somebody might die
Lock me in a cell, they let I'm out, I'm on my shit now
I go back again, my bitch might leave and start gettin' dicked down
Know it ain't no love when all my friends 'round make 'em lay it down
We rob 'em all, they been waitin' to hear where my head was found, redemption
Won and lost fights up inside the pen', bitch I'm standin' up
Case while up inside the jail, that wrist banger tucked don't give no fuck
Range Rover, Rolls-Royce, and Maybach truck
Been scarred, still hurt, so a bitch I don't trust
Blackballed for to see my whole world crushed
I'm floodin' the bank, and I'm fillin' it up, and I go
To the punt line, this a activator world, baby
Green flag activity, it's a lot of murder cases
Lot of mama's dead babies found slump without no faces
Switched like some pay stubs for our pins
We train like we been in the navy
Yeah (baow, baow)
Know we leave shit slumped, bitch, don't think that you gon' play me
Lil' bro got a drum with a switch on back of his Glock, if he see you, he gon' spray it
Get caught, I know I'm Fed not County, I been collectin' heads and countin'
I got a Glock mami, split boy shit, I been on that
I'm in Utah, they ain't tryna find me
Send your pin, bitch better yet
I know where your dawg stay at
Wait all night and dawg his ass
Said that they gon' step on who?
Baby, I ain't worried 'bout that
'Cause I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)
They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I know I hit someone, somebody might die
They know I been gettin' dirty wrong
But in the studio still'll lay it down
Who the fuck you else know, make you drop yo' ass to a gangster song
Make a young nigga wan' put his mask down, or go pick it up
Keep dissin', and then I knock your mans down, now bitch go pick him up
Who the fuck said they gon' fuck with us?
Like a nigga don't respect the real
I'm a gangster, I spank you while not on pills
Even though I chew for real
While on the way to fight the case, cold dirty bangers what we totin'
They want to tag my toe
They say they seen 'em blockin' 'round before
They say that they gon' pop somethin'
Tell them that they not mommy
Them young niggas, I bought choppers for 'em to whack who plan on ridin' on me
My ambition, just from a lil' nigga posted on the corner
Grindin' got me millions, I stay fresh and keep that money on me
Pussy crackin' jokes while times hard right now, I don't think shit funny
Eight toys I got inside my yard right now
I still don't play for nothin', bitch
Better get your shit together 'fore we stick your ho ass
She ask lil' bro, "What's that big ass print on side his pants?"
I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)
They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I know I hit someone, somebody might die
I got a Glocky, mami
They might not wanna start no problems tonight
Look, aim it, then I pop it, mami (oh, whoa, whoa)
I hit someone, I know somebody might die