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Sneaking Video (MV)




Performed By: YoungBoy Never Broke Again
From Album: I Just Got A Lot On Shoulders
Language: English
Length: 2:36
Written by: Gene Hixon, Kentrell Gaulden
Year: 2024
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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Sneaking Lyrics
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(Al Geno on the Track)
Uh-uh
(Top baby)
Uh-uh
Look

Told my bitch wake up, get naked, I wanna see some shit that's sexy
Flew my mama out from Texas
For to co-sign her with this message
And to shoot a video
I let go that groupie hoe
F*ckin' on her in my home
I was doin' that shit too long

And this coat gon' match my outfit
It's all green it ain't no chrome
This .45 could stop a motor
Picture if it hit yo' dome
I'm inside this bitch with lean
She won't leave me alone
With a .223, I don't need no aim
I'm just gon' wave it around
I'm so up and gettin' so f*cked up
I stand up and sit back down
Everything it be unlimited
She know that when she around
I'm so real I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down
Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round

Huh, I'll pop a pill and feel I should
I should give a whole mil' to my hood
I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good
Nigga try take somethin' from me, I wish you would
Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothin'
I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it
Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy
I catch ya comin' out that bitch and then I slump ya, boy

I'm gon' whoop this open charge, I can't let go of these rods
Talkin' thirty million large
Pussy bitch check my garage
Split some shit, I'll call Ten
Them hittas, they ain't never far
ChoppaBoy and Skully in Utah, they'll tear up all ya car
Lil Dump'll burn up all ya house
Tryin' wettin' ya up while runnin' out
Ya know YoungBoy, I take it far
Still dealin' with this frozen heart
I done came a long way, far distance, moved out from the North
Still claimin' I'm that boy
Not admittin' that I ain't never start

And this coat gon' match my outfit
It's all green it ain't no chrome
This .45 could stop a motor
Picture if it hit yo' dome
I'm inside this bitch with lean
She won't leave me alone
With a .223, I don't need no aim
I'm just gon' wave it around
I'm so up and gettin' so f*cked up
I stand up and sit back down
Everything it be unlimited
She know that when she around
I'm so real I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down
Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round

Huh, I'll pop a pill and feel I should
I should give a whole mil' to my hood
I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good
Nigga try take somethin' from me, I wish you would
Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothin'
I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it
Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy
I catch ya comin' out that bitch and then I slump ya, boy
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English

(Al Geno on the Track)
Uh-uh
(Top baby)
Uh-uh
Look

Told my bitch wake up, get naked, I wanna see some shit that's sexy
Flew my mama out from Texas
For to co-sign her with this message
And to shoot a video
I let go that groupie hoe
F*ckin' on her in my home
I was doin' that shit too long

And this coat gon' match my outfit
It's all green it ain't no chrome
This .45 could stop a motor
Picture if it hit yo' dome
I'm inside this bitch with lean
She won't leave me alone
With a .223, I don't need no aim
I'm just gon' wave it around
I'm so up and gettin' so f*cked up
I stand up and sit back down
Everything it be unlimited
She know that when she around
I'm so real I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down
Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round

Huh, I'll pop a pill and feel I should
I should give a whole mil' to my hood
I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good
Nigga try take somethin' from me, I wish you would
Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothin'
I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it
Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy
I catch ya comin' out that bitch and then I slump ya, boy

I'm gon' whoop this open charge, I can't let go of these rods
Talkin' thirty million large
Pussy bitch check my garage
Split some shit, I'll call Ten
Them hittas, they ain't never far
ChoppaBoy and Skully in Utah, they'll tear up all ya car
Lil Dump'll burn up all ya house
Tryin' wettin' ya up while runnin' out
Ya know YoungBoy, I take it far
Still dealin' with this frozen heart
I done came a long way, far distance, moved out from the North
Still claimin' I'm that boy
Not admittin' that I ain't never start

And this coat gon' match my outfit
It's all green it ain't no chrome
This .45 could stop a motor
Picture if it hit yo' dome
I'm inside this bitch with lean
She won't leave me alone
With a .223, I don't need no aim
I'm just gon' wave it around
I'm so up and gettin' so f*cked up
I stand up and sit back down
Everything it be unlimited
She know that when she around
I'm so real I done flood this bitch, she ain't gotta hold me down
Her sisters fake, still to this day I ain't lettin' them hoes never come 'round

Huh, I'll pop a pill and feel I should
I should give a whole mil' to my hood
I done made it out the streets, bitch, I'm good
Nigga try take somethin' from me, I wish you would
Doped up, but honestly couldn't shake this shit for nothin'
I done seen the truth in plenty things, I'm stickin' with who love it
Don't do no clubbin', you a dummy, get that money, boy
I catch ya comin' out that bitch and then I slump ya, boy
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Writer: Gene Hixon, Kentrell Gaulden
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



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