Expensive Taste
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga with millions, straight from the bottom, my nigga
Gravedigga and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

Big issues, he ain't trippin' cause his sack thicker
Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that nigga
Got to know I'm ready, she know I been waitin' plenty minutes
And she too bad for them jeans, can't do no skinny dippin'
Ain't never worried 'bout these niggas, I do the realest pimpin'
Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it
From off the porch, they'll never know how these diamonds glistin'
Made it out, young nigga been on suicidal missions
I got on gang attire nigga, this be the best of linen
Ride in a Lincoln with linky, no, I don't need your lendin'
She think she got one up on me, I blew a bag on my homie
I got a chance and I boned it, think all these niggas are phony
Wake up and smoke in the mornin', I rep that flag with my blood
And tese niggas know that I'm on it, I let off shots in the club
And these bitches wan' meet my mommy, but you know you not my girl
Flood her finger with diamonds, no, I can't turn up your world
This a new key, better have your shit together when you see me
Nigga know I'm covered down in green, but for a fact, I'm bleedin'
Nigga knowin' that I'm strapped, you better clap soon as you see me
Won't buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason
Cocaine white like I'm sellin' drugs
That's a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why?
'Cause he been with' me way before I even knew who I was
Lil' shorty with' me and she got me, she don't care 'bout no buzz
1942 get her drunk, she gon' leave with' a buzz
The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug
What the fuck wrong with' me?
Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million
Ain't no slippin' on my pimpin', got it on me know I'm grippin'
Every time I sent a blitz they zipped 'em, rare they fail a mission
'Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come
Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb, I'm never done
Check how my pockets, got them mumps
Check how them Draco's got them drumbs
Make a beat like a bad, flood her with bads
Make her so hot, they gon' think she got a tan
Nigga, know I'm known to buss my gun
For a fact I ain't never ran, this who I am
Better speak clear or I can't hear what you sayin'

Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga with millions, straight from the bottom, my nigga
Gravedigga and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

Dirty cutter, crazy how it chop and clean up the block
Won fights inside the hood
Lost fights inside the block, it never stop
Come from the ground, I ain't use a crane, I rushed to top
Play with' them glizzys like Shmurda, they know that lil' nigga hot
And I got ten cars, I ain't never showed the shit that I got
I could have ten broads, but ain't nothin' worth the bitch on my side
Could be the best one recordin', but ain't nothin' worth Jason spot
I get in, then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat
He can be a robber, bet that nigga won't stick his hand in my pot
Cut off his arm, bet he won't say that he took off on AI
I had it hard, I walked on feet, but now fly on a G5
Hope he don't think he could G me, I ain't goin for no G, five
And that my blood, he get it brackin', he got to war when we firin'
Yeah, that my 10 to then end, we gon' spin
Got Dior on my glasses, and got Nick behind the lens
Just me, my sister, my momma and girl, no I don't need no friends
I don't got a gun, I got a knife for when they kickin' in
I'm sleepin' lightly through the night, just incase Casper in
I got them capsules in New York, and they got molly in it
Imagine every friend with' the shit, just don't let holly in
Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
For to buy a flight and get away after I pop me a nigga
I take a flight and get away cause I can't tolerate niggas
Got to get mine, straight out the gate, hustlin' for more than eight figures

Fuck that money, got a black card, my Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my niggas
He this and that, but tell me, how the fuck do they figure?
He worried 'bout any one these niggas or these bitches (how, how)

Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way, when she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga with millions, straight from the bottom, my nigga
Gravedigga and you know he don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas





It's Slimeto, Lil Top, AI
Youngboy nigga, Kentrell

Overall Meaning

In the song "Expensive Taste" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, the lyrics express a sense of wealth, power, and loyalty. The first verse begins with the rapper emphasizing his preference for keeping cash on hand and carrying a gun for protection. He also mentions his loyalty to his friends and his willingness to seek revenge if necessary. The second verse talks about the rapper's lavish lifestyle, expensive fashion choices, and how he has overcome dangerous situations in his past. He also mentions his dedication to his craft and his disregard for the opinions of others. The third verse speaks about YoungBoy's success and the growth he has experienced in his career. He references his expensive purchases, partying lifestyle, and the constant surveillance from law enforcement. The final verse highlights his wealth, multiple cars, and the respect and loyalty he expects from his inner circle. YoungBoy asserts his independence and ability to handle any threats that come his way.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Daniel Lebrun, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden

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Lyrics

[00:09.58]Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
[00:11.99]Know Iโ€™ma spin โ€™bout my nigga
[00:14.28]I told her hit me on the way, when she headinโ€™ home
[00:16.93]Iโ€™ma have it lookinโ€™ nice when she get here
[00:19.22]Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
[00:21.87]Made nigga withโ€™ millions, straight from the bottom my nigga
[00:24.28]Gravediggaโ€™ and you know he donโ€™t tolerate mentions
[00:26.83]Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas
[00:29.15]Big issues, he ainโ€™t trippinโ€™ cause his sack thicker
[00:31.33]Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that nigga
[00:33.73]Got to know Iโ€™m ready, she know I been waitinโ€™ plenty minutes
[00:36.12]And she too bad for them jeans, canโ€™t do no skinny dippinโ€™
[00:38.66]Ainโ€™t never worried โ€™bout these niggas, I do the realest pimpinโ€™
[00:41.07]Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it
[00:43.24]From off the porch, theyโ€™ll never know how these diamonds glistin
[00:45.90]Made it out, young nigga been on suicidal mission
[00:48.33]I got on gang attire nigga, this be the best of linen
[00:50.74]Ride in a Lincoln, with [?], no I donโ€™t need your lendinโ€™
[00:53.16]She think she got one up on me
[00:54.46]I blew a bag on my homie
[00:55.61]I got a chance and I boned it
[00:56.76]Think all these niggas are phony
[00:58.05]Wake up and smoke in the morninโ€™
[00:59.35]I rep that flag with my blood
[01:00.50]These niggas know that Iโ€™m on it
[01:01.66]I let off shots in the club
[01:02.81]And these bitches wanna be my mommy
[01:04.21]But you know you not my girl
[01:05.49]Flood her finger with diamonds
[01:06.55]No, I canโ€™t turn up your world
[01:07.69]This a new [?], better have your shit together when you see me
[01:10.35]Nigga know Iโ€™m covered down in green
[01:11.65]But for a fact, Iโ€™m bleedinโ€™
[01:12.80]Nigga knowin that Iโ€™m strapped
[01:13.84]You better clap soon as you see me
[01:15.38]Wonโ€™t buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason
[01:17.85]Cocaine white like Iโ€™m sellinโ€™ drugs
[01:19.89]Thatโ€™s a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why?
[01:22.05]Cause he been withโ€™ me way before I even knew who I was
[01:24.74]Lil shorty withโ€™ me and she got me, she donโ€™t care โ€™bout no buzz
[01:27.15]1942 get her drunk, she gonโ€™ leave withโ€™ a buzz
[01:29.55]The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug
[01:32.11]What the fuck wrong withโ€™ me?
[01:33.64]Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million
[01:36.45]Ainโ€™t no slippinโ€™, on my pimpinโ€™, got it on me know Iโ€™m grippinโ€™
[01:38.89]Every time I sent a blitz they zipped โ€™em, rare they fail a mission
[01:41.35]Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come
[01:43.13]Let โ€™em keep thinkinโ€™ Iโ€™m dumb, Iโ€™m never done
[01:44.78]Check how my pockets, got them mumps
[01:45.94]Check how them dracoโ€™s got them drumbs
[01:47.49]Make a beat like a band, flood her withโ€™ bands
[01:49.14]Make her so hot, they gonโ€™ think she got a tan
[01:50.79]Nigga know Iโ€™m known to buss my gun
[01:52.07]For a fact I ainโ€™t never ran, this who I am
[01:53.89]Better speak clear or I canโ€™t hear what you sayinโ€™
[01:56.44]Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
[01:58.59]Know Iโ€™ma spin โ€™bout my nigga
[02:00.90]I told her hit me on the way, when she headinโ€™ home
[02:03.46]Iโ€™ma have it lookinโ€™ nice when she get here
[02:06.03]Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
[02:08.58]Made nigga withโ€™ millions, straight from the bottom my nigga
[02:10.87]Gravediggaโ€™ and you know he donโ€™t tolerate mentions
[02:13.43]Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas
[02:15.61]Dirty cutter, crazy how it chop and clean up the block
[02:18.01]Won fights inside the hood
[02:18.96]Lost fights inside the block, it never stop
[02:20.39]Come from the ground, I ainโ€™t use a crane, I rushed to top
[02:22.95]Play withโ€™ them glizzys like Shmurda, they know that lil nigga hot
[02:25.24]And I got ten cars, I ainโ€™t never showed the shit that I got
[02:27.69]I could have ten broads
[02:28.58]But ainโ€™t nothinโ€™ worth the bitch on my side
[02:30.22]Could be the best one recordinโ€™
[02:31.42]But ainโ€™t nothinโ€™ worth Jason spot
[02:32.60]I get in, then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat
[02:35.02]He can be a robber, bet that nigga wonโ€™t stick his hand in my pot
[02:37.43]Cut off his arm, bet he wonโ€™t say that he took off on AI
[02:39.84]I had it hard, I walked on feet, but now fly on a G5
[02:42.30]Hope he donโ€™t think he could Gee me, I ainโ€™t goin for no G, five
[02:44.61]And that my blood, he get it brackinโ€™, he got to war when we firinโ€™
[02:47.16]Yea, that my 10 to then end, we gonโ€™ spin
[02:49.58]Got Dior on my glasses, and got Nick behind the lens
[02:51.89]Just me, my sister, my momma and girl, no I donโ€™t need no friends
[02:54.29]I donโ€™t got a gun, I got a knife for when they kickinโ€™ in
[02:56.73]Iโ€™m sleepinโ€™ lightly throught the night, just incase Casper in
[02:59.18]I got them capsules in New York, and they got molly in it
[03:01.48]Imagine every friend withโ€™ the shit, just donโ€™t let holly in
[03:04.17]Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
[03:06.48]For to buy a flight and get away after I pop me a nigga
[03:09.03]I take a flight and get away cause I canโ€™t tolerate niggas
[03:11.43]Got to get mine, straight out the gate
[03:12.47]Hustlinโ€™ for more than eight figures
[03:13.99]Fuck that money, got a black card, my Glock in the middle
[03:16.29]Know Iโ€™ma spin โ€™bout my niggas
[03:18.47]He this and that, but tell me how the fuck do they figure
[03:21.13]He worried โ€™bout any one these niggas or these bitches (How, how)
[03:23.59]Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle
[03:25.93]Know Iโ€™ma spin โ€™bout my nigga
[03:28.24]I told her hit me on the way, when she headinโ€™ home
[03:30.78]Iโ€™ma have it lookinโ€™ nice when she get here
[03:33.23]Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches
[03:35.78]Made nigga withโ€™ millions, straight from the bottom my nigga
[03:38.23]Gravediggaโ€™ and you know he donโ€™t tolerate mentions
[03:40.66]Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas
[03:44.76]Itโ€™s Slimeto, Lil Top, AI
[03:46.33]YoungBoy nigga, Kentrell

Thx for reading, 4KT for life, send prayers to youngboy. This song was heat 10/10



All comments from YouTube:

@jaceng7041

the flow on this song is crazy good especially at 00:49

@kelvin3855

Lost motive flow right there

@rgedopeboy3838

@Kelvin ong

@jdebtz2217

01:37

@ChoMoneyy

Literally spazzed

@GetintheCAH

@Kelvin im tryna knock this brudda off with the same gun

@riy9835

His flow in this go crazyyyy๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@rgedopeboy3838

Lost motives vibes

@zaaax227

๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ๐Ÿ”ฅ

@riyaah_b6363

Omm Straight bars ๐Ÿ‘Œ๐Ÿพ๐Ÿ’š

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