Homicide
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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Yeah, to fuck with me you lucky and you know it
(And you know that)
Put your phone up, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record
(Bitch you tweekin')
Knew the cross was coming 'fore it happened, I saw it
(Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, ain't hittin' shit, trying my best to ignore it
(Tryna ignore it)
She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoe tryna get off)
He tryna get udner my skin and diss me he tryna get off
(Bitch tryna get off)
You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off
(Why ain't you get off?)
I catch my main it ain't no question, I'ma get off, hey, hey

Yellow bitch, yellow diamonds, ooh, I'm pissed off
The way she love me and fuck me, ooh she gettin' off
He talking hard, approach him, watch how fast he get soft
Rapid fire, nuttin' stopping, choppers lettin' off (Braap brrap)
If I catch you, I'm gettin' off (Gettin' off)
I'm tryna knock your whole shit off (Knock your whole shit off)
You and your mans too, I'll drop the bag on the whole crew (Whole crew, whole crew)
Ben be suffocating, the hunnids they all blue (Why you say that? All blue)
I'm on a whole 'nother level, the bitches, they all knew
Speaking of bitches
A bitch be tryna get off on Instagram
'Cause I fell back (Fell Back)
Why you ain't make a post how you fucked the clique?
Bitch, go tell dat
These rappers tryna sneak diss, tryna get off to get on, huh?
Catch their ass in public, they gon' get right and get gone

To fuck with me you lucky and you know it
(And you know that)
Put your phone up, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record
(Bitch you tweekin')
Knew the cross was coming 'fore it happened, I saw it
(Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, ain't hittin' shit, trying my best to ignore it
(Tryna ignore it)
She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoe tryna get off)
He tryna get udner my skin and diss me he tryna get off
(Bitch tryna get off)
You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off
(Why ain't you get off?)
I catch my main it ain't no question, I'ma get off, hey, hey

Before the rap money, young niggas was ballin' way before it (Way before it)
I don't do no talkin', I drop a bag on 'em lil' nigga you know it (Lil' nigga you know it)
I bought me a pint of that Hi-tech I crack it and then I pour it (I crack it, I pour it)
I crunch up the eights, and numb up my mouth, you know that I throw it
She all in my session, she steady keep pissin', but no, she don't know it
When I'm up in Texas, I ride with that Wesson just me and my boy
I swear it's controlling me, 17 got four sons
Tryna go cop me 'bout 44 foreigns
Studio on the bus I'm touring
I swear, I don't put no level in these songs
Every nigga pissed off mad at me and bet they gone
Grab my own gun, I'ma hold it down
No I won't flock, I keep it strong
These bitches be aching
I steady be waiting
So when I'm recording, don't call my phone

To fuck with me you lucky and you know it
(And you know that)
Put your phone up, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record
(Bitch you tweekin')
Knew the cross was coming 'fore it happened, I saw it
(Man I saw it)
They throwin' shots, ain't hittin' shit, trying my best to ignore it
(Tryna ignore it)
She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoe tryna get off)
He tryna get udner my skin and diss me he tryna get off
(Bitch tryna get off)
You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off




(Why ain't you get off?)
I catch my main it ain't no question, I'ma get off

Overall Meaning

The song "Homicide" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a rap song that discusses the rapper's experience with fame and his rise to success. Throughout the song, he highlights the struggles he faces, including the jealousy of others, people trying to exploit him for money, and the constant threat of violence.


The lyrics in the song convey a sense of paranoia and unease, with YoungBoy Never Broke Again rapping about how he sees the dangers around him and tries to avoid them. He talks about how he is constantly being targeted by people who are jealous of his success and how they are trying to bring him down. At the same time, he also admits to his own faults and the mistakes he has made along the way.


The chorus of the song highlights this tension, with YoungBoy Never Broke Again rapping that people are trying to "get off" on him, or take advantage of his fame and wealth. He urges people to put their phones away and stop trying to record him, and notes that he saw the "cross" coming before it happened, suggesting that he has a keen sense of the dangers around him.


Overall, "Homicide" is a song that explores the complicated reality of fame and success, highlighting both the benefits and the dangers that come with them. Through his lyrics, YoungBoy Never Broke Again paints a picture of a world that is both exciting and terrifying, and encourages listeners to think critically about the costs of ambition and the importance of staying vigilant.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah, to fuck with me you lucky and you know it
I'm a tough guy, so if you try to mess with me, you better be ready for the consequences.


(And you know that) Put your phone up, bitch, you tweekin', tryin' to record
I know you're trying to record me, but if you do, you'll regret it.


(Bitch you tweekin') Knew the cross was coming 'fore it happened, I saw it
I knew that someone was going to cross me, and it happened just as I expected.


(Man I saw it) They throwin' shots, ain't hittin' shit, trying my best to ignore it
People are trying to attack me, but they're not getting anywhere. I'm doing my best to brush it off and move on.


(Tryna ignore it) She on socials tryna bash me, bitch tryna get off (Hoe tryna get off) He tryna get udner my skin and diss me he tryna get off (Bitch tryna get off) You see me but I ain't see you, why you ain't get off (Why ain't you get off?) I catch my main it ain't no question, I'ma get off, hey, hey
People are trying to bring me down by talking about me on social media and trying to provoke me with insults. If I see my main target, I won't hesitate to take action.


Yellow bitch, yellow diamonds, ooh, I'm pissed off
I'm angry because of the way people treat me, but I'm still showing off my expensive jewelry.


The way she love me and fuck me, ooh she gettin' off
The woman who loves and has sex with me is satisfied and enjoys it.


He talking hard, approach him, watch how fast he get soft
When someone talks tough to me, I confront them and they immediately back down.


Rapid fire, nuttin' stopping, choppers lettin' off (Braap brrap) If I catch you, I'm gettin' off (Gettin' off) I'm tryna knock your whole shit off (Knock your whole shit off) You and your mans too, I'll drop the bag on the whole crew (Whole crew, whole crew) Ben be suffocating, the hunnids they all blue (Why you say that? All blue) I'm on a whole 'nother level, the bitches, they all knew
I'm using a rapid-fire gun to shoot anyone who messes with me. I'm trying to destroy everything they have, including their money and crew. All my cash is wrapped in blue bands. I'm so good at what I do that everyone knows my reputation.


A bitch be tryna get off on Instagram 'Cause I fell back (Fell Back) Why you ain't make a post how you fucked the clique? Bitch, go tell dat These rappers tryna sneak diss, tryna get off to get on, huh? Catch their ass in public, they gon' get right and get gone
A woman is trying to get famous by talking about me on Instagram because I stopped paying attention to her. I challenge other rappers who are trying to insult me to confront me in person.


Before the rap money, young niggas was ballin' way before it (Way before it) I don't do no talkin', I drop a bag on 'em lil' nigga you know it (Lil' nigga you know it) I bought me a pint of that Hi-tech I crack it and then I pour it (I crack it, I pour it) I crunch up the eights, and numb up my mouth, you know that I throw it She all in my session, she steady keep pissin', but no, she don't know it When I'm up in Texas, I ride with that Wesson just me and my boy I swear it's controlling me, 17 got four sons Tryna go cop me 'bout 44 foreigns Studio on the bus I'm touring I swear, I don't put no level in these songs Every nigga pissed off mad at me and bet they gone Grab my own gun, I'ma hold it down No I won't flock, I keep it strong These bitches be aching I steady be waiting So when I'm recording, don't call my phone
I used to have money before I was famous. I'm not much of a talker; I just give someone money to settle a dispute. I indulge in drugs and numb my mouth with them. A woman is in my recording session, but she doesn't realize she's getting on my nerves. In Texas, I always carry my gun with me. I am a father of four children with different women. I want to buy multiple cars. I record music on tour buses. I don't care if people get mad at me for what I say in my songs; I'm just staying true to myself. I'm always armed and I'm not afraid to use it. Women are always trying to get with me, but I just want to focus on my music.




Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Demario Dewayne White

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Comments from YouTube:

B R

Came in clutch now that they deleted all his videos

Swepoh

@Kim James it's because his label is using him so he privated all his videos to stop them from taking advantage of him

Kim James

@Cameron Machado nah I think it’s cause of the cases

King Anthony Gee

RS

Swepoh

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Cameron Machado

Maybe YB or his management turned them private cause of cases or they turnin them into NFTs

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