[{"id":14045064,"name":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - In Control [Official Audio]","trackName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again - In Control [Official Audio]","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.71] Hello? This is Mike Laury\n[00:04.10] Dubba-AA flexin'\n[00:05.56] Mommy, India got them beats\n[00:08.64] \n[00:11.12] SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n[00:14.02] Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n[00:16.74] Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n[00:19.68] You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n[00:20.94] We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n[00:22.68] Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n[00:25.34] YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n[00:28.24] He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n[00:31.19] You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n[00:33.90] Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n[00:36.15] I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n[00:38.84] She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n[00:41.61] I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n[00:44.53] Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n[00:47.36] We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n[00:50.35] Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n[00:53.05] And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n[00:56.00] I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n[00:58.66] You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n[01:01.40] These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n[01:04.39] Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n[01:07.76] AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n[01:10.58] Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n[01:13.37] Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n[01:16.12] YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n[01:18.92] SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n[01:21.87] Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n[01:24.56] Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n[01:27.34] You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n[01:30.16] Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n[01:33.11] YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n[01:36.06] He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n[01:38.88] You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n[01:41.46] When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n[01:44.25] He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n[01:47.33] Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n[01:49.74] I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n[01:52.50] Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n[01:55.58] Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n[01:58.54] Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n[02:00.89] Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n[02:04.13] AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n[02:07.08] Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n[02:09.91] Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n[02:12.56] YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n[02:15.45] SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n[02:18.26] Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n[02:21.02] Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n[02:23.95] You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n[02:26.63] Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n[02:29.52] YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n[02:32.45] He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n[02:35.30] You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n[02:38.20] Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n[02:40.41] Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n[02:42.22] (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n[02:44.13] Ain't nobody safe\n[02:45.29] Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n[02:47.18] Who gon' die today?\n[02:48.27] Slime, nigga\n[02:48.79] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: YoungBoy Never Broke Again - In Control [Official Audio]\n artist: YoungBoy Never Broke Again\n album: YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos\n duration_ms: 182000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I need to talk to Mike Laury\n start_ms: 140\n end_ms: 1710\n- text: Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":34650870,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.73] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":16536028,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Songs","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.71] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":11271742,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again Videos","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.71] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":38916062,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"AI YoungBoy 2","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18]I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.73]Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":38502050,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"AI YoungBoy 2","duration":null,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18]I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.73]Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.13] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.77] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":12933879,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"Youngboy Never Broke Again","albumName":"AI YoungBoy 2 (albumdownloads.net)","duration":181.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.71] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":16639640,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Instrumentals","duration":182.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.14] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.71] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":22265768,"name":"In Control","trackName":"In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"3:02","duration":181.4,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.18] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:01.73] Hello? 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This is Mike Laury\n Dubba-AA flexin'\n Mommy, India got them beats\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga\n We'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Money on your head, I get you bankrolled\n I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\n She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\n I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\n Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\n We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\n Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\n And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\n I just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\n You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\n These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\n Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\n He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\n Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\n I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\n Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\n Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\n Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\n Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\n AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\n Fuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\n Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\n YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\n SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\n Trippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\n Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\n You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\n Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\n YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\n He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\n You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\n Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\n Play games, get your brain split, bitch\n (This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\n Ain't nobody safe\n Outside thugs, we put guns to the face\n Who gon' die today?\n Slime, nigga\n"},{"id":20393781,"name":"6.In Control","trackName":"6.In Control","artistName":"YoungBoy Never Broke Again","albumName":"Club Rap","duration":177.71102,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I need to talk to Mike Laury\nHello? This is Mike Laury\nDubba-AA flexin'\nMommy, India got them beats\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga\nWe'll slide on em, they know it now (This is the sound)\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nMoney on your head, I get you bankrolled\nI'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know\nShe actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho\nI pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat\nWhip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed\nWe got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos\nGo with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known\nAnd that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone\nI just rolled me up an opp, I get my \"Bang\" on\nYou bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song\nThese niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong\nHop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nWhen I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga\nHe say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga\nLaid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga\nI'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga\nBitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'\nThem bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no fuckin' sign\nWhip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime\nShould've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no fuckin' hidin'\n\nAK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell\nFuck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell\nHoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail\nYoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell\n\nSK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines\nTrippin' off no broke nigga, that fuck nigga get blowed down\nRidin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down\nYou wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now\nPull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down\nYoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down\nHe was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (Fuck that)\nYou want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now\n\nStraight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is\nPlay games, get your brain split, bitch\n(This is the sound) Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah\nAin't nobody safe\nOutside thugs, we put guns to the face\nWho gon' die today?\nSlime, nigga","syncedLyrics":"[00:01.01] I need to talk to Mike Laury\n[00:02.17] Hello? 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