YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Sport Mode Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Sport Mode Lyrics

Sport Mode Lyrics By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
Khris James, what the fuck?

[Chorus]
Tourin’, ’22 Honda, it’s a sport (Yeah)
Gettin’ that money baby, hustlin’ like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (Oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (Oh-oh, you know it)

[Verse 1]
Shorty a foreign, I turned up my taste (Turned up my taste)
I’m in a foreign, I feel I want race (I want race)
I keep it goin’, when I need me a break (Need me a break)
Only one person, so much I can take (Yeah)
I’m not a sponsor, so much I can say
If you wit’ me then you keep it strong
Fuck the police, they won’t give me a break
They call me Top, and my A-list the same (A-list the same)
Now, I know you got it out for me girl
And you know I got a thing for you too
Baby, it’s a dangerous world (Facts)
But I know that you’re dangerous too
Know I’m a gangster, as soon as I walk in, I don’t talk to nobody (Nobody)
Bringin’ up bodies, I got that shit that’ll blow out your body (Baow, baow)
How you been bleedin? Slow, bitch, you know
I got the money and baddest lil’ bitches inside of my home
This Maison Margiela, got on
It’s so right, I could never be wrong
[Chorus]
Tourin’, ’22 Honda, this a sport (This a sport)
Gettin’ that money baby, hustlin’ like a sport (Like a sport)
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (Like it’s corpse, oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was (Ooh)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, I want you, now you ain’t got to do me like you do
I’m a million dollar nigga, what you want, give it to you (Slime)
I know you lovin’ my fashion, I turn up you too, yeah, yeah (Hold on, hold on, hold on)
She for the street, man lil’ shorty got no home
But you know me, I turn her to a queen
Expensive the diamonds, I’m changin’ the climate
I cover her body in brand new Celine, infinity
Life galore, chemistry, I got a hard history
Everything ain’t ’bout a dollar, but I come from the bottom
You smellin’ me?

[Chorus]
Tourin’, ’22 Honda, it’s a sport
Gettin’ that money baby, hustlin’ like a sport
Mistreat my body, leave my body like its corpse (Oh-oh-oh)
Look at these girls, they more badder than we was