The Last Backyard…
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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(Who made this shit?)
(TayTayMadeTheBeat)
XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready

I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
Kill 'em, they try to play me
Hustlin', got plenty paper
Try to take it, I'm gonna knock somethin' off
Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
Fuck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
That's when it goes down
Ain't no pick and choose (nah), we don't ever lose
We known to break the rules (ah)
Put that stick on dude
Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
Life designed, we don't leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head
So what the fuck you wanna do?

Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news

Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims
We be schemin' tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin' 'round a bitch'nem, we gon' put 'em all to rest
Them hoes gon' follow checks
I'm really ballin', what I got, buy all again
Backyardigans

Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah (look)

Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass
We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
Fuck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
When I up, release the whole mag', nigga (I mean that)
Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won't stop
They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (and I'm hot)
Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up (yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a fuck
It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a niggas stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)

Ooh, I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news, yeah

Ooh (Backyardigans)
I put a bitch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)
Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you're not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs




Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin' around on big rims

Overall Meaning

The song "The Last Backyard" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a trap banger that showcases the rapper's prowess in creating hard-hitting lyrics and catchy hooks. The song starts with a producer tag from TayTayMadeTheBeat, followed by haunting piano chords and distorted basslines. The first verse talks about YoungBoy's resolve to protect his paper and how he is willing to do anything to keep it, including killing anyone who tries to threaten his life. The chorus is anthemic and brimming with energy, featuring YoungBoy's signature ad-libs and catchy chants. The second verse has YoungBoy boasting about his wealth, cars, and guns, and how he is not afraid to use them to take down his enemies. The song ends with a repeat of the chorus, culminating in a crescendo of drums and synths.


YoungBoy Never Broke Again, also known as NBA YoungBoy, is an American rapper, songwriter, and singer from Baton Rouge, Louisiana. He first gained attention through popular mixtapes and collaborations with established artists such as Lil Wayne, 21 Savage, and DaBaby. His style blends Southern hip hop, trap, and street rap, and his lyrics often deal with issues related to crime, violence, drugs, and relationships. YoungBoy's music has been praised for its rawness, authenticity, and emotional depth, and he has amassed a large fanbase through his prolific output and charismatic persona.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't lettin' 'em talk how they wanna
I am not letting people speak to me in any way they please.


Kill 'em, they try to play me
If anyone tries to mess with me, they will be killed.


Hustlin', got plenty paper
I am making a lot of money through my hustling.


Try to take it, I'm gonna knock somethin' off
Anyone who tries to steal my money will be dealt with severely.


Smokin' on paper, keepin' my mind on murder
While smoking, I am constantly thinking about committing murder.


Fuck dissin', we tryna catch the bitch in person
I am not interested in talking trash; I want to confront the person directly.


That's when it goes down
When we confront people in person, that's when things escalate.


Ain't no pick and choose (nah), we don't ever lose
We don't pick fights; we never lose fights either.


We known to break the rules (ah)
We have a reputation for breaking rules.


Put that stick on dude
We are going to use a gun against someone.


Now them niggas screamin' they gon' stretch me too
People are now threatening to hurt me as well.


Blow his mind soon as that bitch go boom
We plan to shoot and kill someone.


Life designed, we don't leave no clues
We live our lives in a way that doesn't leave any evidence behind.


You want my name, I want your head
If you're interested in knowing my name, I am interested in killing you.


So what the fuck you wanna do?
What do you want to do about our situation?


I'm puttin' 'em straight on the news
I am going to make sure that the media reports on the violence I commit.


Them choppers screamin' like, ooh
The sound of guns firing is deafening.


Niggas hatin', even got the police tryna stop him
People are trying to stop me, and even the police are on my case.


He ran his mouth 'bout Top'nem
Someone said something about me and my crew.


Got the drop and then we popped him
Once we found out where he was, we killed him.


Should be glad that you're not him
Other people should be happy that they are not the person we killed.


In my Rolls-Royce ridin' with no tint
I am driving my car with no tinted windows.


Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
We are all carrying guns with us.


Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
Everyone knows that we have big guns and make a lot of money.


We be ridin' around on big rims
We are always driving cars with big rims.


I put a bitch on the news
I will make sure that women who cross me are also reported on by the media.


Drivin' fast, can't get a pass, you crash, nigga
If you try to race me, you will crash and not get ahead.


Cross the line, we gon' bust his ass
If someone crosses us, we will physically attack them.


We gon' do 'em bad, leave 'em smashed, nigga
We will hurt and damage people in severe ways.


Ridin' around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, nigga
I am carrying a lot of valuable items with me, including money.


Fuck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin' while you're mad, nigga
I don't care about women or their feelings; I only care about showing off my wealth and making people angry.


When I up, release the whole mag', nigga (I mean that)
I will fire my gun multiple times, and I am serious about it.


Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won't stop
Other people mess things up, but we always make it right again and never give up.


They mad I don't be tryin' and I'm hot (and I'm hot)
Other people get mad that I don't try hard, but I am still successful.


Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I buy expensive cars without hesitation.


I have 'em wonderin' how I done got all this money, what the fuck?
People are curious about how I have made so much money.


Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin' up
I wear multiple expensive watches to show off my wealth.


Got all these youngins with me armed, nigga, we don't give a fuck
I am always accompanied by armed young people who are also unafraid of consequences.


It go down, shoot it up
If a problem arises, we will use guns to resolve it.


We bust and leave a niggas stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us
We shoot and incapacitate people, and then we run away with the crowd following us.




Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden

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