Loner Life
Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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(Hurt, what it do?)
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem
"He's alone and not much love, he ain't got nothin'" (woo-woo)
Thirty poppa, game over (woo, game over)
Come out the window, hang over (woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

She know I got that bag, I want her bad (woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, okay
Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner
I'm in it (woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Mama, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (Woo)
My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it (Woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters
And know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business
Don't fuck with them, not a percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the whips and you know they gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R (double R, double R), I take the top off that muhfucker
I pull up in that Rover, it's chalk color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets run like confetti, you played with it
Come from walkin' with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime)

You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem
"He's alone and not much love, he ain't got nothin'" (woo-woo)
Thirty poppa, game over (thirty poppa)
Come out the window, hang over (woo)




Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh

Overall Meaning

In "Loner Life," YoungBoy Never Broke Again talks about his personal life and how he is perceived by others. He begins the song by saying "You still think about me and don't like the way that I live," acknowledging that people may not understand him and his lifestyle. However, he emphasizes that he remains true to who he is and that he has a lot of money ("I got the money, I changed my persona"). Despite his success, YoungBoy seems to still feel lonely, declaring "He's alone and not much love, he ain't got nothin'" and "Come out the window, hangover."


YoungBoy also references his family in the song. He talks about his desire to provide for them, stating that he wants to buy his sister a Bentley and give his grandfather a ticket. He also speaks about his thuggish lifestyle, mentioning that he has "hitters" and drugs with him. Despite the potential danger, YoungBoy maintains that he is "standin' on business" and reminds listeners not to underestimate him.


Overall, "Loner Life" highlights YoungBoy Never Broke Again's defiance towards societal norms and his determination to stay true to himself, despite the outside pressures to conform.


Line by Line Meaning

(Hurt, what it do?)
Begins with an inquisitive and hurt tone, asking about the listener's well-being.


(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
Acknowledging the production quality of the song and giving credit to Hzrd.


You still think about me and don't like the way that I live
Addressing someone who judges his lifestyle and can't understand his true self.


Still can't figure out the way my heart is
Expressing confusion towards people that can't empathize with his emotional state.


She know that I'm a problem
Admitting that he can be a difficult person to deal with in certain situations.


"He's alone and not much love, he ain't got nothin'" (woo-woo)
Referencing his perceived status as a loner that doesn't have a lot of support or love in his life.


Thirty poppa, game over (woo, game over)
Repeating the phrase "game over" while boasting about taking out his competition, using a firearm with a thirty-round magazine.


Come out the window, hang over (woo)
Describing a situation in which he is partying and feeling the effects of alcohol.


Super trendy, put that shit on with no stylist, yeah, yeah
Proclaiming his ability to dress stylishly without help from a professional stylist.


Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
Boasting about having many women around him and an abundant amount of cash.


She know I got that bag, I want her bad (woo)
Confessing his desire for a woman that knows he has money.


She know I'ma stand on this shit, okay
Telling the woman that he won't back down from any challenges he may face.


Turn the phone off 'til my whole grind turn on
Putting his phone away until he can fully focus on his work and make a profit.


Rich and he ain't got no mind, what's wrong?
Reflecting on his wealthy status and questioning why someone in his position wouldn't be happy.


I got the money, I changed my persona
Stating that having money has changed him as a person.


Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon' hit the corner
Describing his car as bulletproof and expressing confidence in his ability to take corners while driving fast.


I'm in it (woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Affirming his presence and commitment to his lifestyle.


Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Boasting about his success and being above those that doubted him.


Mama, you got it, I did it, yeah
Addressing his mother and showing appreciation for her support throughout his life.


On top of the mountains with millions, whoa (Woo)
Looking forward to his future success and financial freedom.


My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it (Woo)
Promising a better life for his future children and ensuring that they inherit his wealth.


I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
Thinking about using his wealth to buy his sister a luxury car.


I just might give my grandfather a ticket (Top)
Considering giving his grandfather a plane ticket to visit him and share in his success.


She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters
Acknowledging that he has a reputation as a dangerous person and has associates that can cause harm.


And know I got drugs with me
Admitting that he carries illegal substances with him.


From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
Proudly representing his upbringing in North Baton Rouge, Louisiana.


I come home from jail and they wanna put slugs in me
Recalling a violent incident that occurred after he was released from jail, in which someone tried to harm him.


'Cause I'm standin' on business
Believing that his success has made him a target for those who are envious of his achievements.


Don't fuck with them, not a percentage
Warning others not to associate with his enemies or take sides against him.


The pendant got floods in it
Showing off his diamond-encrusted necklace.


Switch the whips and you know they gon' rub different
Comparing the performance and feel of different luxury cars.


From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Acknowledging his humble beginnings and continued struggles, despite his success.


Double R (double R, double R), I take the top off that muhfucker
Referring to his Rolls-Royce and bragging about removing its roof.


I pull up in that Rover, it's chalk color
Describing his Range Rover's unique paint color.


Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
Referring to his Goyard bag and hinting that it may contain illegal items.


I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Boasting about making a lot of money while competing against others.


Bullets run like confetti, you played with it
Making a violent threat against those who try to harm him.


Come from walkin' with holes inside my tennis
Reflecting on a past when he had to wear worn-out shoes with holes in them.


I accomplished some goals, ain't playin' tennis (Come on, slime)
Proud of achieving his goals and referencing the phrase 'not playing tennis' as meaning not messing around or taking things lightly.


Whole lotta bitches, a hunnid bands like ten thousand, uh
Repetition of previous boasting line.




Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Aaron Gilfenbain, Brian Mitchell, Ethan Hayes, Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Vilyam Vardumyan

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Chance


on No Switch

[Intro]
Grr, bow, bow, bitch
These niggas hoes (Ayy, chase him)
You already know how I get down, you heard me?
These bitch ass niggas
You know how it turn out every time (You already know, bitch)
You heard me? I'm out that north (That Northside)
You heard me? Make pistols spark, you heard me?
(Bitch, it's 3800 block, you heard me?)
They be hard, you heard me?
(Bitch, come cross that track)
They be like Yamahas, you heard me?
(Cross that railroad)
.45 Glocks and shit

[Chorus]
All these niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, wе drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' mе
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder man
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down wit' that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

[Verse 1]
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (Mm-hmm)
Don't do no missin' wit' these K's, and that's on Dave (Mm-hmm)
Don't give a fuck about where you from
We leave you slumped, and that's on Dump
On bottom, the Draco got a drum
Come out the window, then we dump (Bow, bow)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money, where you stay at?
I'm a child, that's how I play it
Watchin' 'toons while gettin' head
Backyardigans inside my bed
Then I switch to Bob the Builder
Take a bitch then body build her
They know I like bodies, I catch bodies wit' the slimest niggas
They know I be wildin', from my mama house, I shot a nigga
Fuck it, shoulda split his fitted

[Chorus]
All these pussy niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, this choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder mane
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down wit' that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

[Verse 2]
Shawty got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle
Don Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics
1942, or pour a four, I go to diddy boppin'
Makeup on my face, or either way, bitch, you don't want my problems
They know I'm gon' see about it
They know I don't give no fuck
They know they don't want to see Lul Tim jump from out that truck
They know Quando rollin' like them 60s, buck, he put you up
Know I'm a thug ass nigga out that north, and I'ma throw it up
And I'm in this bitch, I whacked that bitch but innocent
I buy my babymama anything, bitch, 'cause I'm really rich
I pull up on that silly shit, I'm laughin', but it turn out bad
Try to fight me, I'ma pop you daddy
4MATIC, you can catch me in that Maybach flashin'

[Chorus]
This choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder mane
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down wit' that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

[Outro]
Nigga, I'm way from the South, bitch
I'm from the bottom of the-
I'm from the bottom of the motherfuckin' United States
You heard me?
We ain't nothin' but some alligators, you heard me
Some rapper slayers, you already know, 4
You know it, whole lot of convicts and shit (Haha)
Pussy ass nigga, they don't like me
Bitch, I don't like you neither

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