Smoke Strong
Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics
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I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
You know what's up with me, huh
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
In this bitch like I done gone mad
Smokin' on that strong pack
Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
You know that I'm on that
No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Light my Backwood up
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, don't playi with us
Don't care 'bout where I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clapped soon as you come for us
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin'
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
Try to speak, don't even waste time
'Cause they know right now I'm on business
Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y'all gon' split up
Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like ah
Folded him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Why?"
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
It go down, then you just drive
I'm out the 'oupe lettin' off that fire
She one hunnid, she get hired
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Bitch, take control, don't be a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want twenty hoes inside this house"
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I got money, I got hunnids
I keep a pole on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
The song "Smoke Strong" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, is a song that talks about his extravagant lifestyle of smoking, carrying a gun, and being involved in running the business. In the first verse, he emphasizes on smoking, stating that he smokes strong all day long. He also mentions carrying a gun and never running away from any altercation that might arise. He then proceeds to the chorus where he reiterates his love for smoking weed and having money while always being armed and prepared to take any action.
In the second verse, the artist talks about his business and how he goes about his operations. He talks about his location, known as Jigga City, and how his teammates know that when he is in town, it is strictly business. He emphasizes his status as a boss who can afford to buy things without necessarily catching a check. He also talks about a particular hit he has to perform and mentions his desire to see his enemies smoking his ops.
Overall, the song "Smoke Strong" is a typical portrayal of a rap lifestyle where the artist talks about his love for smoking weed and carrying a gun. He paints a picture of a boss who is willing to take on anything that comes his way.
Line by Line Meaning
Ayy, I'm in this bitch like
I'm present in this place
I'm, I'm rollin' up right now, you heard me?
I'm currently rolling weed
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
The producer (Hzrd) went crazy on the beat
You know what's up with me, huh
You know what's going on with me, right?
I smoke dope all day (I smoke strong, huh)
I smoke weed all day, and I smoke only the strongest type
I got money, I got hunnids
I have a lot of money, including hundred-dollar bills
I keep a pole on my waist
I carry a gun on my waist
I go and dump it, I ain't runnin', nah
I shoot my gun without running away
In this bitch like I done gone mad
I'm acting crazy in this place
Smokin' on that strong pack
I'm smoking on the strongest type of weed
Look, you gon' get your dome snatched
You're going to get your head taken off
You know that I'm on that
You know what I'm about
No, she cannot hit, might keep movin' her big booty ass
No, she can't have sex with me, she's just dancing around
All in my crib like she wan' move in, must want me to smash
She's in my house acting like she wants to live with me; she must want to have sex
Hold on, hit the gates, broad day, time to smash, ah, ah
Wait, let's go out and rob someone during the day
Take off his face, SRT, hit the gas
Shoot someone in the face, and then drive away quickly in a powerful car
Gone, almost home now, they was on our ass
We're almost home, but the police were chasing us
Never mind, I'm paranoid, know I do that bad
Nevermind, I'm paranoid, I know I do bad things
Light my Backwood up
Let me light up my Backwood cigar
I'm in the backwoods up in Utah smokin' Cali stuff
I'm in the forest area in Utah smoking high-quality marijuana from California
Come to the backwoods, you get hogtied, don't playi with us
If you come to the forest, we'll tie you up, don't play around with us
Don't care 'bout where I'm at long as I'm strapped, just know I'm comfortable
I don't care where I am as long as I'm armed with a gun; I'm comfortable in that situation
Tryna push your shit back, you gon' get clapped soon as you come for us
If you try to harm us, you'll get shot as soon as you come near us
If I say step, then they gon' step on somethin'
If I say to my crew 'step', they'll do something or attack someone
Back up in that Nawfside, city known as Jigga City
Back in the North side of Baton Rogue, where there's a neighborhood called Jigga City
My people see me outside, four-deep in that Honda Civic
My friends saw me outside, four people were in my Honda Civic
Try to speak, don't even waste time
Don't even try to talk to me, it's a waste of time
'Cause they know right now I'm on business
Because they know that I'm currently handling important matters
Bought that stolo right from Mr. Ratchet
I bought that gun from Mr. Ratchet, a slang term for a sketchy person who sells guns on the black market
Broke with nothin' 'cause ain't catch nothin' up in it, bah
Broke because I didn't make any profit from selling drugs
Gotta catch my cut, but I got fifty grand y'all gon' split up
I need to get my share of the money, but we made fifty thousand dollars and will split it
Oh, I'ma get the nigga, whack his ass, make him bite the dust
Oh, I'm going to kill that guy, make him take his last breath
You know I'm too official, been doin' this shit since the first bitch said it's up
You know I'm authentic and experienced in this lifestyle since the beginning of time
I want them pallbearers and gravediggers, smoke opps, increase they health
I want my enemies to die, and I want whoever buries them to gain wealth
Bitch, it's Big Lil Top in another car, I'm like ah
It's me, Big Lil Top, in another car, like oh well
Folded him, be the hype, he ask me, "What's the type?" and I'm like, "Why?"
I put someone in their place, he asked me what I'm doing, and I asked him why he cares
Plenty racks, pit stop, hit the I, burn out tires
I have lots of money, I stopped at the gas station, drove aggressively
It go down, then you just drive
If there's an issue, just drive away
I'm out the 'oupe lettin' off that fire
I'm out of the coupe car, firing my weapon
She one hunnid, she get hired
She's loyal, so I hired her for a job
Bitch, stack that money in a pile
Girl, gather money and pile it up
Just walk around, let me smack your ass
Just move around, let me slap your buttocks
Bitch, take control, don't be a child
Girl, be confident and don't act like a child
Hold on, Top say, "I want twenty hoes inside this house"
Wait a minute, Top said he wants twenty women in the house
Steal out my place, we put twenty poles inside your mind
If you try to rob us, we'll put twenty bullets in your head
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Aaron Gilfenbain, Alex Bottero, Jason Goldberg, Vilyam Vardunmyan
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
LouisTrippin
remember hearing this snippet and wanting him to drop it so bad, finally got it. FreeTop 💚
Ygndizcytcc
Ong
Lizard Bro's Gaming
On god
Lizard Bro's Gaming
And 50 shots
LouisTrippin
@Lizard Bro's Gaming ye
Jayonnaperky
I’m crying real tears, I’ve never felt any truer emotions before. NBA Youngboy has dropped another timeless classic that nobody can match. This is an album of a lifetime, my kid’ kids will listen to this🙏🏽
Brazy Beast
Lol
JahWill Doit
FREE TOP 🔜💚
Big5
@Akon popping shit was not it istg quit ded promoting that shit💯🥱🤦🏾♂️
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Being a Youngboy fan isn't just a hobby, it’s a lifestyle, a reason to breathe, an escape from this cruel world filled with thieves. It’s art, the first gift you open on Christmas, a hug from a loved one, everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you need. Thank you lord youngboy