Youngboy Never Broke Again - Hurt Lyrics

Hurt Song Lyrics Hurt by YoungBoy Never Broke Again [YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(Berge always flexin')
Gloves on
I got my gloves on, I got my mask on
Look, finna hop out and run down (YoungBoy)
And go to sprayin, hit 'til somebody on the ground

[BBG Baby Joe:]
Mask on, gloves tight, hop out and hit 'em up
Caught my first soul at sixteen, but still'll hit you up
Them niggas bust my parter up, I'm clutchin', keepin' my gloves tucked
I'm tryna whack one of you b**ches
I said, "Mama, I'm tired, I got pain in my eyes"
They don't know emotions I been feelin' since Yella died
All the sh*t I'm hearin' 'bout Tyler, it make me want to cry
But I can't soften up, it's time to bust another up
Roll 'em up, watch he eat the dust
That's on Boozilla soul, catch 'em slippin', knock off his nose (Uh)
We caught the trigger man lurkin' for the one who made the plan
Got to catch that shakeback for lil' Key, then everybody goes
Line 'em up and pick him up, five bodies in one cross, ho

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Poppin' off that lean, I'm off codeine, I can't control it (Hol' on)
Poppin' all that sh*t, but that ain't fair 'cause they don't know me
Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me
Plenty diamonds, plenty money, why the f**k I can't be chosen?

It hurt for to hurt somebody
It hurt to know that I don't know no one got me
f**k it, put my mask on, I'm tryna run down
Spray this b**ch until it click, I get your ass gone (Lil Top)
Mama, I'm the murder man, mama, all these stains and things
I catch 'em bad and walk down, knock out his f**kin' brain
Grandma, I'm a dangerous man, I know I ain't the smartest man
But I know how to get it done, so I don't plan to change
They don't love me at all, they around for my money, around for my mansion
I'm exhausted, tell 'em, "f**k 'em," they can have it all
Stuck on your side, I needed you, it wasn't 'bout me
That money made you grew
Me and Herm in and out that coupe, tryna get at somethin', why? (Grrt)
I heard a pussy nigga said somethin', why?
FBI investigatin' on me
We make them choppers come fly out, you better cover your child
Ain't no aim, I hop out sprayin' around and wavin' it wild
Ain't fair, no joy in the world
And she said she don't wanna have a child with the slime
But I respect this ho mind
How you let them mistreat me and I treated you right?
You was my five, you was my slime, I needed you in my life (Ah)
For the last three weeks, Bobo, told 'em how many times you left this b**ch and took her lights
Bury me on side of granny, in this world, nothin' happy (Oh, oh), oh, oh
Bury me on side of Dave, they deserved all the caskets, oh, uh
I got my gloves on, I got mask on
Movin' in, I got my feet taped up, you will never find a print
Bobo, tell that b**ch, "Try it again," ha
We got them cutters for your pussy ass and all your f**kin' friends

Poppin' off that lean, I'm off codeine, I can't control it (Hol' on)
Poppin' all that sh*t, but that ain't fair 'cause they don't know me
Different hoes inside my home, I just need one to hold me
Plenty diamonds, plenty money, plenty change

And that's for my Bobo, nigga
Blacksheep on my arm, he everywhere I go, nigga, believe that
Ayy