House Arrest Tingz – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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 fuc*** 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 ni*** (where you goin?)
I just walked outside my house and almost shot a ni*** (fuck is you doin?)
F*** my ex I hope my next can prolly top a ni***

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 f*** with pee up in my drawers
Bitch I m drunker than the f*** 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*** with my head off
Talkin proper as the f*** 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