[{"id":10870870,"name":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Dead Trollz [Official Music Video]","trackName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Dead Trollz [Official Music Video]","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":210.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy\nMan, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)\n(PlayBoy on this bitch)\n\nTell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\nI got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\nMad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\nHaha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'\nI see murder in my eyes\nPussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\nInside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\nCatch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n\nIn my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga\nTell that boy I'ma see him, nigga\nTell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga\nSeven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that\nSoon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag\nDog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas\nSee they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em\nReal dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers\nMask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em\n\nMask on, slang that heater\nMan down, call the people\nGot 'em tryna troll\nPussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature\nI got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter\nWant my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher\nDon't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga\nLog offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?\nPussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us\nAs soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you\n\nThat's two for one\nPick 'em out, just choose you somethin'\nDead rapper\nI bet Trump and Obama know just how I come\nBet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under\nKnown disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money\n\nAyy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\nI got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\nMad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\nHaha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\nI see murder in my eyes\nPussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\nInside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\nCatch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah\n\nI say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'\nI been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday\nBorn in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money\nI ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'\nTake your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo\n\nInvest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues\nThat nigga dead, tell me did he move?\nAll that he said was, \"Watch the news\"\nTalkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two\nIt was two victims ain't make it through\nCalifornia with hella pounds\nTravel 'round with hella troops\nI got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch\nPlan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too\n\nWan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you\nAll in Pampers, son set trippin' too\nBounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew\nGot my son screamin' out, \"Do me too\"\nDevil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset\nContagious whack\nThem hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that\nCorrect that\nCome correct, bitch, why you said that?\nI already done addressed that\nHe had a show, tell me where the next at\n\nI got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho\nSince I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more\nWe done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo\nMy godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke\n\nTell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\nI got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\nMad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\nHaha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\nI see murder in my eyes\nPussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\nInside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\nCatch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n\nI'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row\nLeave one dead, I leave one dead\nD-Rose, he way from the Bulls home\nToo much money on me, bro, hold my chrome\nNigga try to go, then you do his ass\nIf you know me, you know I'm never home alone\nGot XDs by the TV stand","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.31] That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy\n[00:04.08] Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)\n[00:09.11] (PlayBoy on this bitch)\n[00:11.35] Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n[00:14.25] I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n[00:17.05] Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n[00:19.85] Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'\n[00:23.08] I see murder in my eyes\n[00:26.12] Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n[00:28.12] Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n[00:31.83] Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n[00:33.48] In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga\n[00:35.83] Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga\n[00:36.90] Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga\n[00:40.12] Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that\n[00:42.83] Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag\n[00:45.98] Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas\n[00:48.77] See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em\n[00:51.45] Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers\n[00:53.89] Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em\n[00:56.73] Mask on, slang that heater\n[00:58.27] Man down, call the people\n[00:59.46] Got 'em tryna troll\n[01:00.45] Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature\n[01:02.43] I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter\n[01:05.45] Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher\n[01:08.34] Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga\n[01:11.60] Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?\n[01:14.56] Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us\n[01:17.37] As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you\n[01:20.31] That's two for one\n[01:20.88] Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'\n[01:22.65] Dead rapper\n[01:23.31] I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come\n[01:25.33] Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under\n[01:28.11] Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money\n[01:31.37] Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n[01:34.79] I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n[01:37.69] Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n[01:40.39] Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\n[01:43.32] I see murder in my eyes\n[01:46.53] Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n[01:48.98] Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n[01:52.25] Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah\n[01:54.84] I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'\n[01:57.60] I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday\n[02:00.59] Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money\n[02:03.52] I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'\n[02:06.28] Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo\n[02:09.25] Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues\n[02:12.02] That nigga dead, tell me did he move?\n[02:13.51] All that he 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got these niggas waitin' up in line\n  Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n\n  In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga\n  Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga\n  Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga\n  Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that\n  Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag\n  Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas\n  See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em\n  Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers\n  Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em\n\n  Mask on, slang that heater\n  Man down, call the people\n  Got 'em tryna troll\n  Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature\n  I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter\n  Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher\n  Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga\n  Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?\n  Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us\n  As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you\n\n  That's two for one\n  Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'\n  Dead rapper\n  I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come\n  Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under\n  Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money\n\n  Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n  I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n  Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n  Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\n  I see murder in my eyes\n  Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n  Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n  Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah\n\n  I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'\n  I been steppin' on shit, 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that?\n  start_ms: 155850\n  end_ms: 157860\n- text: I already done addressed that\n  start_ms: 157860\n  end_ms: 159110\n- text: He had a show, tell me where the next at\n  start_ms: 159110\n  end_ms: 160550\n- text: I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho\n  start_ms: 160550\n  end_ms: 163550\n- text: Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more\n  start_ms: 163550\n  end_ms: 166330\n- text: We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo\n  start_ms: 166330\n  end_ms: 168580\n- text: My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke\n  start_ms: 168580\n  end_ms: 171540\n- text: Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n  start_ms: 171540\n  end_ms: 175290\n- text: I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n  start_ms: 175290\n  end_ms: 178020\n- text: Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n  start_ms: 178020\n  end_ms: 180840\n- text: Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\n  start_ms: 180840\n  end_ms: 183780\n- text: I see murder in my eyes\n  start_ms: 183780\n  end_ms: 186850\n- text: Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n  start_ms: 186850\n  end_ms: 189030\n- text: Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n  start_ms: 189030\n  end_ms: 192730\n- text: Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n  start_ms: 192730\n  end_ms: 194880\n- text: I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row\n  start_ms: 194880\n  end_ms: 197850\n- text: Leave one dead, I leave one dead\n  start_ms: 197850\n  end_ms: 199350\n- text: D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home\n  start_ms: 199350\n  end_ms: 200870\n- text: Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome\n  start_ms: 200870\n  end_ms: 202220\n- text: Nigga try to go, then you do his ass\n  start_ms: 202220\n  end_ms: 203710\n- text: If you know me, you know I'm never home alone\n  start_ms: 203710\n  end_ms: 205410\n- text: Got XDs by the TV stand\n  start_ms: 205410\n  end_ms: 207040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 207040\nplain: |-\n  That lil'-ass bag, and that pussy-ass boy won't say it, ayy\n  Man, you don't come future around this way, nigga (Free DDawg, free BaBa)\n  (PlayBoy on this bitch)\n\n  Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n  I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n  Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n  Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'\n  I see murder in my eyes\n  Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n  Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n  Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n\n  In my manager car bootin' up, full of pills, nigga\n  Tell that boy I'ma see him, nigga\n  Tell him I say don't come fish around this lake, bitch, and that's real, nigga\n  Seven murders in my hometown, tell them bitches I did that\n  Soon as the other boy touch down, I'ma be pushin' his wig bag\n  Dog-ass ho chasin' after dough, fuck around with these opp niggas\n  See they cookin' up, ain't no standin' down, tell that bitch that I'm tryna bang with 'em\n  Real dead man out in Valley Park, call them range killers\n  Mask down on Sunset with them dirty sticks, leave a stain with 'em\n\n  Mask on, slang that heater\n  Man down, call the people\n  Got 'em tryna troll\n  Pussy nigga drove that he can't get no feature\n  I got meds in my kidney, sippin' mud out the liter\n  Want my own cemetery, get 'em buried, call the preacher\n  Don't like me, then fuck 'em, they won't go that way with gang, nigga\n  Log offline, get active, fuck your caption, what you sayin', nigga?\n  Pussy-ass niggas ain't trappers, they ain't factors, they can't hang with us\n  As soon as your ass get captured, I just hope you got your mans with you\n\n  That's two for one\n  Pick 'em out, just choose you somethin'\n  Dead rapper\n  I bet Trump and Obama know just how I come\n  Bet the mayor of LA know from his city, bitch, I done put shit under\n  Known disses and a nigga know I'm still sellin' bar like I ain't got no money\n\n  Ayy, tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n  I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n  Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n  Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\n  I see murder in my eyes\n  Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n  Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n  Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin', yeah\n\n  I say all these hoes ain't nothin', they just wanna hate on somethin'\n  I been steppin' on shit, like hit after hit, no church ain't safe on Sunday\n  Born in this assassin shit, my mama told me burn that money\n  I ain't got no love for shit, the North, you know I'm leavin' somethin'\n  Take your shit, I'm keepin' that, niggas know I'm SooWoo\n\n  Invest inside that youngin who movin' R's, so I've been sellin' blues\n  That nigga dead, tell me did he move?\n  All that he said was, \"Watch the news\"\n  Talkin' turnin' out, he done turned to two\n  It was two victims ain't make it through\n  California with hella pounds\n  Travel 'round with hella troops\n  I got pictures of you, lil' pussy bitch\n  Plan on stainin' somethin' in Atlanta too\n\n  Wan' get up with me, but I don't fuck with you\n  All in Pampers, son set trippin' too\n  Bounty hunter, bitch, tryna eat the crew\n  Got my son screamin' out, \"Do me too\"\n  Devil baby, satan seed, nigga, trendset\n  Contagious whack\n  Them hollows came from me, hope you ain't catch that\n  Correct that\n  Come correct, bitch, why you said that?\n  I already done addressed that\n  He had a show, tell me where the next at\n\n  I got a gift for you, Lil Top Claus (baow-baow-baow), nigga, ho-ho\n  Since I got them Florida bricks, my Florida bitch don't want me no more\n  We done did a run, the second option gon' be a stolo\n  My godmama want me to visit her, but it's too much smoke\n\n  Tell the motherfuckin' police pick me up\n  I got them youngins goin' crazy, tryna blitz something\n  Mad man, nigga don't hear no talkin' when Lil Top come\n  Haha, bitch, I want you act like you wan' do somethin'\n  I see murder in my eyes\n  Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'\n  Inside, got these niggas waitin' up in line\n  Catch 'em bad and end up sprayin' somethin'\n\n  I'm like eeny-meeny-miny-mo, put my opps up in a row\n  Leave one dead, I leave one dead\n  D-Rose, he way from the Bulls home\n  Too much money on me, bro, hold my chrome\n  Nigga try to go, then you do his ass\n  If you know me, you know I'm never home alone\n  Got XDs by the TV stand\n"}]