TTG
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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Huh, huh-huh
You fuckin' with this?
Fuckin with that
Hard world
Oh yeah, they don't understand this business right here
Hard world

I'ma cop one, and you can work back two
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform

Nation business, I just spent a fifty, tell me what's the ticket?
Portray that image, actin' like he with it, we pay him a visit
Speakin' on my name, droppin' change get you changed
Big body Range, you know we are not the same
ZO6 got me retarded, super charged in this bitch
They want play me like a lil' boy, I snuck the rod in this bitch
Rewind the time, I'm in my prime, I went and flooded my wrist
Bitch ass lil' boy can't steal the style, we who started this shit
Shackles made out of metal behind a pressure plate of glass
Put that metal on he who wanna meddle in my affairs
Bitch I'm very important, I'm not no regular artist
I can't do too much talkin', look, cigar got me coughin'
Do you like a pair of lungs, all that smoke bring the coffin
All my niggas TTG, we turn up, trained to go for real
BreadWinner vending machine, we really sell that coke for real
Any violation, we both knowin' where we go from here
You say your youngin' TTG, he trained to go
Well my youngin' on BBG and all he know is blow
This for Boozilla, we gon' make 'em at the corner store
Say he laid low but he got down, bitch we know you told

I'ma cop one, and you can work back two (work back two)
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two? (Paid twenty two)
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform

Never tellin', all of us are felons, confidential steppin'
Preach like a reverend, brand new MAC-11, give his ass a blessin'
Kamikaze, livin' like I'm ready, call that 9-11
All black Panamera, drive it like a 9-11
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
Cold blooded steppers standing on the blocks smokin' nicotine
Let them lil' boys run the city, I got bigger dreams
Nation business, we all different, stand for different things
A bright independent, plus we feelers, that's by any means

(Count up!)
I'ma cop one, and you can work back two (work back two)
They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two? (Paid twenty two)
Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform

In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up, oh

(Yeah, yeah)




(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)

Overall Meaning

The song "TTG" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again talks about his hectic and dangerous lifestyle, expressing pride in being TTG (Trained To Go) and engaging in "nation business." The opening lines set the tone for the song, implying that the world is tough, and a hard place to survive, and not everyone can understand YoungBoy's struggles. The first verse of the song talks about YoungBoy buying drugs, where he purchases one for himself and his friend, and he is puzzled by the price difference between the two. He then brags about his success in the fashion world, having multiple bands of money, and wearing designer clothing from the famous Off-White brand.


The chorus of the song, "I'ma cop one, and you can work back two, they go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two? Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on, I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform." repeats twice in the song, emphasizing the idea of making a profit in criminal activities. YoungBoy transitions into the second verse, where he warns others not to mess with his business. He does not tolerate any disrespect, and anyone who speaks ill of him will face the consequences. YoungBoy vows to take care of his friends and family, and nobody can stop him from achieving his goals.


In the third and final verse, YoungBoy boasts about his success in the music industry, the money he has made, and the power he holds. He addresses his haters, saying they cannot copy his style or steal his brand. YoungBoy reiterates his dedication to TTG and his willingness to do whatever it takes to protect his name and reputation. The chorus repeats twice more, highlighting YoungBoy's confidence and belief in his abilities.


Line by Line Meaning

Huh, huh-huh
YoungBoy Never Broke Again laughs to start the song.


You fuckin' with this?
YoungBoy asks if the listener is enjoying the song.


Fuckin with that
YoungBoy is confident in his style.


Hard world
It's tough to make it in the music industry.


Oh yeah, they don't understand this business right here
No one truly understands the struggles of the industry.


I'ma cop one, and you can work back two
YoungBoy offers to share his success.


They go for fifteen, how you paid twenty-two?
YoungBoy knows the value of his money and doesn't overpay.


Ooh love, I just transformed, lot of bands on
YoungBoy has gone through changes and now has lots of money.


I'm Off-White, you could get it right, check the platform
YoungBoy is fashionable, and his fans should take note.


Nation business, I just spent a fifty, tell me what's the ticket?
YoungBoy is doing well financially.


Portray that image, actin' like he with it, we pay him a visit
YoungBoy doesn't tolerate fake people in his circle.


Speakin' on my name, droppin' change get you changed
If someone disrespects him or his name, YoungBoy will fight back.


Big body Range, you know we are not the same
YoungBoy doesn't associate with people who can't relate to his lifestyle.


ZO6 got me retarded, super charged in this bitch
YoungBoy is proud of his fast car.


They want play me like a lil' boy, I snuck the rod in this bitch
YoungBoy proves his toughness by carrying a gun.


Rewind the time, I'm in my prime, I went and flooded my wrist
YoungBoy is living his best life now.


Bitch ass lil' boy can't steal the style, we who started this shit
YoungBoy doesn't tolerate copycats and believes he paved the way for others.


Shackles made out of metal behind a pressure plate of glass
YoungBoy feels trapped by his high profile image.


Put that metal on he who wanna meddle in my affairs
YoungBoy will defend himself and his privacy.


Bitch I'm very important, I'm not no regular artist
YoungBoy recognizes his significance in the industry.


I can't do too much talkin', look, cigar got me coughin'
YoungBoy has trouble speaking due to the cigar he is smoking.


Do you like a pair of lungs, all that smoke bring the coffin
YoungBoy recognizes the risks of smoking cigars regularly.


All my niggas TTG, we turn up, trained to go for real
YoungBoy and his friends are always ready for whatever comes their way.


BreadWinner vending machine, we really sell that coke for real
YoungBoy admits to selling drugs and profiting from it.


Any violation, we both knowin' where we go from here
YoungBoy threatens anyone who disrespects him or his business practices.


You say your youngin' TTG, he trained to go
YoungBoy doesn't believe other artists or their entourage to be as tough as his crew.


Well my youngin' on BBG and all he know is blow
YoungBoy's friend is involved in the drug trade.


This for Boozilla, we gon' make 'em at the corner store
YoungBoy dedicates the song to a friend, and they plan to make money together.


Say he laid low but he got down, bitch we know you told
Someone who was supposed to remain quiet snitched on them, and now they must be careful.


Never tellin', all of us are felons, confidential steppin'
The people with YoungBoy are all criminals and must act cautiously.


Preach like a reverend, brand new MAC-11, give his ass a blessin'
YoungBoy compares himself to a religious figure and threatens those who oppose him.


Kamikaze, livin' like I'm ready, call that 9-11
YoungBoy lives recklessly and could end up in trouble.


All black Panamera, drive it like a 9-11
YoungBoy drives his car extremely fast and dangerously.


In your section bae, I'm comin', pick you up, leave 'em stressin'
YoungBoy promises to comfort and take care of his significant other.


Let the coroners pick 'em up, pick 'em up
YoungBoy is ruthless and willing to let others die.




Lyrics ยฉ Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Danny Lee Snodgrass, Henry Lother Nichols, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Kevin Gilyard, Nicholas Mira

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He already sold his soul ain't no coming back

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