DIESEL Lyrics – YoungBoy Never Broke Again

DIESEL Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again: The New Orleans artist YoungBoy Never Broke Again has unveiled his latest single, DIESEL. This track serves as a quintessential flex anthem, immersing NBA YoungBoy in his familiar realm, where themes of violence, wealth, trust issues, personal battles, and street survival emerge with intensity. Every line carries a sense of aggression, while each verse conveys a palpable urgency. YoungBoy candidly shares the harsh realities of his life without holding back. This song transcends mere beats and rhymes; it’s a gritty street narrative where life is swift and brutal, and showing vulnerability is seen as a flaw.

Whether you’re already a fan of YoungBoy or hearing him for the first time, this track is sure to captivate you with its raw lyrics and pulsating rhythms. It radiates a magnetic energy, featuring lines that resonate deeply and linger in your mind. Check out the full lyrics below and experience the profound emotion behind each bar.

Song Credits
Artist 🎤YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Mood 🎧Paranoid🎧Violent

Tone 🗣️Aggressive🗣️Boastful

Theme 🗣️Survival🗣️Betrayal

Genre 🎼Trap🎼Gangsta Rap

Lyrics of DIESEL by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro] My Timin’ Was Up

I Ain’t Wanna Rock The Rolex

It’s Not Shinin’ Enough

Can’t Nobody Calm Us Down, We Gon’ Shoot A Nigga Up

I Be Rappin’ On These Beats Sayin’ Anything,

I Don’t Give A F**k

Yeah, Wow

[Verse 1] No Ap’s For The B!tches Off Of Textbot

Ain’t Trippin’ ’bout No Second,

Tell Them “Leave”, They Gettin’ Chased Down

First Place, Fifty Mill’ For Tourin’, B!tch, I’m Ready Now

We Be Rockin’ This Shit, No, The Stylist Can’t Get Me Fresher

Oh, No, No

Take The B!tch Down,

Like A Wrestler, Ain’t No Smackdown

I Come From The North Where Pistol Sparkin’,

Bring That Chalk Out

Now, I Got Bad B!tches, Runnin’ ’round Every House

Too Many Whips

I Control These B!tches

Ai Been A Pimp

Kick The B!tch Out If She Trip

I Am Not A Simp

Rrrt, Ten Let That Fn Off On All Of Them

You’ll Think That Money Grow On Trees,

I’m Tearin’ Off Of Every Limb

I Been Spendin’ Millions, Since I Got It

Pants Up, Upgraded

Ain’t No Fifty, Hundred Balls In My Pocket

Lover Boy, B!tch, Check This Swag, I Got Devil Horns

Poke The Boy, Guarantee He Lose Once He Show His Cards

[Chorus] I Got A Problem With Dollars And Models

Huh, Huh, Huh, Take ’em Out

Huh, This That Shotta Talk (Baow, Baow, Baow)

Let ’em Try To Kill Me, I Ain’t Trippin’, Hop Out, Takin’ Off

Real Shit (Woo)

We Gon’ Find Out Where His House

And We Gon’ Take Him Down (Womp, Womp)

I Just Interfered With Interception

Bad B!tch With Piercings, I Give Her My Perception

Then, That Shit Got Serious ’cause The B!tch Ain’t Like Neglect Me

Unreleased Diesel, Tell That Ho Check The Segment

[Verse 2] Why The F**k These Niggas Waitin’? No,

I Can’t Wait Up

B!tch, Pressin’ With This Paper,

Tell That Nigga Get They Cake Up

I’ma Hop Up In This Smash,

And Hit The Gas, And Lift The Wraith Up

Me And B Gon’ Jump The Gate,

We Playin’ Take, I’m Tryna Face Somethin’

I’ma Go Myself Away

Ain’t Nothin’ To Say, Soon As The Laws Come

You Could Play Right In My Face,

This Shit Ain’t Safe, We Known To Down Somethin’

Forty Somethin’ Pounds On Me

Protected With Four-pound On Me

Shawty See Me Shinin’ From A Mile, So She Walk Down On Me

And A Ap On My B!tches, I Protect ’em Out

Come On

Nigga Play ’round With These Millions, We Gon’ Stretch ’em Out

The F**k I’m Doin’ With All This Cash? This How I Walk Around

How The F**k I Come From Out That Parish With This Big Ass House

I Told That B!tch, “I Don’t Want No Ass”

Even Made Her Keep Her Mouth

I Told My Therapist “Keep The Pad, I’ma Use My Mind”

Sit Behind A Mic And Then I’m Goin’ Out

She Tryna Find My Past, But, Girl, My Future Is So Bright

It’s A Lot Of Money In My Vision, So I See A Better Life

No, I Ain’t Stoppin’ At The Light

Ain’t No Stoppin’, Pullin’ Over, Nigga

She Got More Money Than Me, Then I Ain’t Pullin’ Out, Nigga

I Ain’t Stoppin’ On These Beats And Jason Not Talkin’ To Pillows

Where That Money At? We Gon’ Finish Him, Then Send Him

In This Industry, We Villains

Heard A OP Wan’ Get Up With Me, Yeah

Black Attire With That Whisper,

With That Overcoat Like Dentist, Yeah

Come With The Four, I Kick It,

Punch On Shit And Knock Out Dentures, Yeah

Nah, We Couldn’t Rap,

We’ll Take This B!tch Attendin’, Fresh Out Prison

Dragon Coupe With Flame, This B!tch Blow Fire When I Hit It

How The F**k You Don’t Know My Name?

For A While, Out There Winnin’

How The F**k You Don’t Know My Gunman?

Inside That Town, We Pulled Killings

All Around That Red, That Green And Red Flag I’m ‘Bout Winnin’

(Winnin’, It’s A Murder Business)

What It Is? I’ve Been Takin’ Care My Mama,

Since I Was Labeled As A Kid

And I Got My Sister Shinin’ From Her Neck Brace To Her Wrist

I’ve Been Handling Every Problem,

Watch I Hop Out And Get Dirty With That Stick, B!tch

And I’m Still On It, I Won’t Quit

Told My Brother, “It’s Mclaren, Or A Lambo”

Nigga, Make A Pick

I’m Not Sparin’, No, Not Nan’ Ho

Tell Her “Pick A D!ck”

We Got Money, We Got Heroin, We Got Shottas In This B!tch

And We Be Spinnin’ Shit

Spin Again

Bro Gon’ Shoot Him Once I Popped Him

Tell That Nigga Pick Up His Friend

I Get Active With That Chopper

Youngboy Whoppin’ ’til The End

We Get Bloody With That Stick

And Tell The Crib To Switch The Pin

Tell That Boy Give Me A Notice, Kick The Door, We Movin’ In

I Just Bought Another Watch, It Cost A Lotus

Shawty With Me Totin’ A Gen

I Just Did It On Them Niggas Once Again

My B!tch Be With Me Through Anything

Before My Wife, She Was My Friend