YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Shining Hard Lyrics

Shining Hard Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Hook/Chorus]
Styling hard, covered in the V
And bitch I’m shining hard, diamonds in my teeth
I just left from sex and I put blood on my feet
My PO told me “Nah,” but fuck it
I’m still winning, nigga
Hold on, I pull up bouncing with my chains on
I’m not worried about no f–k n—a, got my thang on
Got a Glock for out that eight, I’ll put yo name on it
I told that b—h that I’m a dog without no chain on
Money paging on my beeper
VVS in my teeth now
Serving in my Reeboks
B—h gon’ give me teeth now
Money longer than a queen hair
I don’t know Rapunzel
(?)
We running through your front door

[Verse 1]
Choppa louder than a bucket, I’m like f–k it
I bet that I could f–k yo b—h who think I’m ugly, n—a
We post up on that ugly corner, she get ugly, n—a
You know we keep the burners on us, quit the busting, n—a
I throw them bands on a b—h
I turn up bad on a b—h
I got no caption in my caption
I just swag on a b—h
Got ’em mad as a b—h
I know they hate I act like this
You say that you don’t like this song, just wait I drop my CD, b—h

[Hook/Chorus]
Styling hard, covered in the V
And b—h I’m shining hard, diamonds in my teeth
I just left from sex and I put blood on my feet
My PO told me “Nah,” but I’m still f—–g winning, n—a
Hold on, I pull up bouncing with my chains on
I’m not worried about no f–k n—a, got my thang on
Got a Glock for out that eight, I’ll put yo name on it
I told that b—h that I’m a dog without no chain on

[Verse 2]
B—h, I’m a dog with no chain on
Chicago, b—h, I’m on my lawn
Pet me like a dummy, think it’s funny?
I’ma bust yo dong
I got lean in my styrofoam
Smoking on that (?)
Say he need a blessing, I be stressing
I’ma send him home
Turn around
I f—-d that b—h from the back
I’ma hang that ho up on the wall like a tat
Tag teaming that b—h, we go back after back
Don’t give a f–k ’bout these chains
I do this s–t back to back
Need money, where it’s at?
Flexing, get stuck on this stack

[Hook/Chorus]
I pull up bouncing with my chains on
I’m not worried about no f–k n—a, got my thang on
Got a Glock for out that eight, I’ll put yo name on it
I told that b—h that I’m a dog without no chain on
Money paging on my beeper
VVS in my teeth now
Serving in my Reeboks
B—h gon’ give me teeth now
Money longer than a queen hair
I don’t know Rapunzel
(?)
We running through your front door