Lyrical Breakdown of Zero IQ Freestyle - 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 "Zero IQ Freestyle" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(AirWay got the fuckin' sauce)
Won't be nothin'
They don't start nothin', it won't be nothin' (Simo Fre just killed it)
Hold on, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Yeah, yeah, bitch, I'm him
Who popped that boy? I'm him (YoungBoy, oh yeah, I did)
Who stretched that boy? I'm him
Yeah, yeah, no, look
I pull up in Cutlass like my cousin, free lil' Meechy (baow)
I pull up, I'm thuggin' and I'm clutchin', you don't wan' see me
Bitch, you playin', I shoot the Glock, I shoot the Glock, you ain't gon' beat me
I showed 'em it wasn't nothin', now these pussy niggas wanna be me
Poppin' that shit, I'm him, ho
My career been jumpin' up out of the gym, and I'm ridin' around with an M, ho
I'll kill your ass, I'll flash, you ain't gon' play with me like them, no
I done gave my niggas bags
They ain't got no problem with pickin' up no trash and bustin' up your ass
My bitch fucked Kevin Durant and fucked Ken Carson
She gon' tell me after I turnt her up, man, you knowin' I'm finna whoop this ho (this ho)
Nigga, fuck with somethin', yeah, drop your nuts, I'll make you do the Tootsie Roll
Bitch, fuck you, you ain't really 5, and you're not with real gang hos
Don't respond to him, he ain't never ran nothin' down, bitch, I said no
I was fucked up, and I came up, I don't care 'bout nothin', no
Junkies and some killers in this bitch makin' baddies touch they toes
I love my bitch just like my nigga, and I'd do anything for this ho
My wife, she know I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Who popped that boy? I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Who split that boy? I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Who cut up bad? I'm him, I'm him
Go tell 'em fuck 'em, I ain't them
When you outchea all alone, you gotta watch your fuckin' self
Bitch, better watch your fuckin' tone, I got some bodies under my belt
Bing, baow, I walk you down, play with me, bitch, I'm him
I'll run him down, his chain on, bitch, play with me, I'll fuck over him
He ain't been havin' shows, nobody-ass, I'ma get you, bitch, I want you bad
I fucked on her, Jania was mad, but over nothin', that ho was trash
Keep my name out your mouth, bitch, with your old ass
I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all, bitch, I got the bigger bag
Who took your bitch? I'm him, who sent the blitz? I'm him
Who over bossin'? I been flossin', bitch, I'm it, I'm him
You could ask the whole Baton Rouge who did this shit, it's me, I'm him
You can go ask Skully, I'm who popped that boy, it's me, I'm him
Huh, bitch, it's always us, huh, and it ain't never them
I fuck with her, she hard, she ain't never act like none of them
Uh, I turnt her up and ran off, I told that ho, "I'm him"
I'ma bust lil' buddy up, I'ma knock him off, I ain't sayin' nothin' to them
My wife, she know I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Who popped that boy? I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Who split that boy? I'm him, I'm him, I'm him
Who cut up bad? I'm him, I'm him
Go tell 'em fuck 'em, I ain't them
Huh, baby girl, I'm sorry, I got a low IQ
Huh, baby girl, I'm sorry, I won't never lie to you
I don't give no fuck 'bout these lil' boys, send 'em to ICU
Yeah, I'ma die about this shit, I don't care 'bout who they run to, 5