Raise The Rate lyrics

by

YoungBoy Never Broke Again


[Intro]
Ayy, what up? Yeah, f*ck that
Ayy, you already know how we rock, b*tch as n*gga
(Tay Keith, f*ck these n*ggas up)
Whatchu' want do?

[Chorus]
Ever seen a youngin' pull up dumpin' out a wraith?
Get that up out the safe and shoot him in his face, oh cmon
pus*y n*gga actin' stupid, put him in his place
Tote that choppa, I’ma shoot it 'till the metal break
I don’t f*ck with all these rappers, most these n*ggas fake
I hop out with that glizzy in the A just like I’m TD Jakes
b*tch, I be that n*gga screamin' “Murda, f*ckin' raise the rate”
I just put a hundred on that Drac', now n*gga less they take
I drawl down, shake the room, come here, b*tch don’t move
Tryna leave it in my Truеs, walk out with blood on my shoes
Thought I wasn’t gon' catch you, you a f*ckin' fool
Bangin', let it in with boom, bet you wish you had a tool
Hold on, f*ck that n*gga, catch ‘еm, better bust that n*gga, uh
Heard these n*ggas mad, b*tch, I know they love that n*gga

[Chorus]
Ever seen a youngin' pull up dumpin' out a wraith?
Get that up out the safe and shoot him in his face, oh cmon
pus*y n*gga actin' stupid, put him in his place
Tote that choppa, I’ma shoot it 'till the metal break
I don’t f*ck with all these rappers, most these n*ggas fake
I hop out with that glizzy in the A just like I’m TD Jakes
b*tch, I be that n*gga screamin' “Murda, f*ckin' raise the rate”
I just put a hundred on that Drac', now n*gga less they take
I drawl down, shake the room, come here, b*tch don’t move
Tryna leave it in my Trues, walk out with blood on my shoes
Thought I wasn’t gon' catch you, you a f*ckin' fool
Bangin', let it in with boom, bet you wish you had a tool
Hold on, f*ck that n*gga, catch ‘em, better bust that n*gga, uh
Heard these n*ggas mad, b*tch, I know they love that n*gga
[Chorus]
Ever seen a youngin' pull up dumpin' out a wraith?
Get that up out the safe and shoot him in his face, oh cmon
pus*y n*gga actin' stupid, put him in his place
Tote that choppa, I’ma shoot it 'till the metal break
I don’t f*ck with all these rappers, most these n*ggas fake
I hop out with that glizzy in the A just like I’m TD Jakes
b*tch, I be that n*gga screamin' “Murda, f*ckin' raise the rate”
I just put a hundred on that Drac', now n*gga less they take
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