My bro my bro thats my homie lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again, "No Smoke" Courtesy Photo

In the midst of his recent legal woes, 18-year-old rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again has been making waves on the Billboard Hot 100 over the past few months.

Billboard spoke to the Louisiana-based artist earlier this year, who said his music is telling of who he is. “I tell a lot about my life. You can get to know me through my music. You probably can overcome what you’re going through from listening to my music.”

If you want to get to know YoungBoy Never Broke Again, check out the lyrics to “No Smoke” below.

My bro, my bro
That n—a my homie
Count money, fuck hoes
Make sure you get money
We laugh, we joke, ’cause all the opps funny
Put that on God, man, these n—as don’t want no smoke
No smoke, no smoke, you n—as don’t want it
I can’t go, won’t go, won’t leave my mama lonely
No smoke, no smoke but we die ’bout that money
No smoke, no smoke, you n—as don’t want it

I heard these n—as want smoke (want smoke), they better pull up with a hunnid (a hunnid)
Yeah, we want all the smoke (yeah), I walk around with it on me
Draco protect me, you ain’t taking nothing
Boy, you can try me, you know I’ma burn ya
Quick to come to it we ain’t never running
These n—as hating, they mad bout something (mmmmmm)
You know I’ma blow, I ain’t never stuntin’ (you know I’ma blow)
You know how I’m coming, you know what to do if you ever want it (if you ever want it)
n—a, stop all that talking, you know where I’m at
Come and pull up on me (skrt skrt)
I hope you don’t slack, you know that I’m dumping

My bro, my bro
That n—a my homie
Count money, fuck hoes
Make sure you get money
We laugh, we joke, ’cause all the opps funny
Put that on God, man, these n—as don’t want no smoke
No smoke, no smoke, you n—as don’t want it
I can’t go, won’t go, won’t leave my mama lonely
No smoke, no smoke but we die ’bout that money
No smoke, no smoke, you n—as don’t want it

Drop one, one down and we gone kill ’em all
Shoot you and your boy and whoever around
Try get away and we gone run ’em down
He get back up, been knocking him down
When you say my name, n—a, be specific
You know how we living, that ain’t how you living
If you go to tripping, get hit with the glizzy
Ain’t no hesitation, we bring it to you bitches
Forty Glocks and extensions
These n—as talking, I ain’t hearing
n—a better mind they business
Gone get it, too, if you get in it
Forever posted in the trenches
Swear that we forever spinning
These n—-gas talk like they with it
When I catch you you gone get it

My bro, my bro
That n—a my homie
Count money, fuck hoes
Make sure you get money
We laugh, we joke, ’cause all the opps funny
Put that on God, man, these n—as don’t want no smoke
No smoke, no smoke, you n—as don’t want it
I can’t go, won’t go, won’t leave my mama lonely
No smoke, no smoke but we die ’bout that money
No smoke, no smoke, you n—as don’t want it
 

Lyrics licensed & provided by LyricFind

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

Written by: Kentrell DeSean Gaulden

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