YoungBoy Never Broke Again’s “Shot Callin” is a power-trip anthem of street credibility, wealth, and power. The lyrics reveal that this song is a high-energy, street-rooted track in which YoungBoy unapologetically reflects on his dominance, past struggles, and his violent, paranoid lifestyle. The song is both a flex, a warning, and an emotional catharsis. The beat is fast-paced, and his delivery is raw and almost breathless at times, which further enhances the sense of urgency and chaos. Check out the Shot Callin lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again below, and experience the song’s passion.
Lyrics of Shot Callin by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Look, Rolex Cost A Benz Truck, Got My F&N Tucked
Mansion Cost A High School, ’bout Time I Turnt My Kids Up
I Been Up, Don’t Give A Fu*k
Heard I Bust His Friend Up
Go Ask ’bout Me, I’m Divin’, 5.56S Lift His Chin Up
Flexin’, B!tch, Draw The Stick And Take His Shit
Bing, Baow, Baow, Baow
B!tch, Stop All That Holdin’ Me
Pu*sy-nigga Trollin’, All Y’all Act Just Like Some Hoes To Me
Put This B!tch Up On Him, Bring Straight Pressure
If He Think That He Gon’ Roll On Me
Yeah, I’ve Been Chilled Out
Meds, I’ve Been In My Bag
I’ve Been Showin’ My Ass, Nigga, Yeah, Nigga, Yeah
All Thirteen Mill’ To Jaz’
I Had— Shh Poke His Ass
She Had Topped Me, Then Got Popped,
Let’s Clean That B!tch With Gucci Rags
He Got Nuts When I Was Down, Now, I’m Out And That’s His Ass
We Might Catch Him In The Lobby, Bro Gon’ Pop Out With A Mask
Skrrt, Skrrt, Tell My Daddy That I Said This B!tch Too Fast
Park That B!tch, Nigga Can’t Act Like That They Ain’t Just See Me And Herm
I Just Pulled Up In That Motherfu*kin’— Gone
Me And Bobo In This Motherfu*ker Clutchin’, What You On?
And I’m So Fresh, I Know She Wanna Fu*k Me, Bae, Come On, Huh
This That Catch-a-opp-and-hop-out, Walk His Ass Down
They Not Swaggin’ Like Lil Top, Nigga, Huh, Wipe Me Down
B!tch, I Got That Guap That Get You Popped And Leave You Found
I Just Came Through, It Ain’t Hard To Tell That I Got Money
I Just Came Through, Like, B!tch, Don’t Tell Me Nothin’, I Come From Nothin’
Baby, Ooh, Ooh, Mm, Can’t Quit Leanin’
Tell That Nigga Stop That Talkin’
Face Me When You See Me
Tell My Stylist That I’m Tired Of Hermès, Come Celine Me
Tell My Opps That I Got Glocks And They Got Built-in Beams In
And I Will Shoot You, Ooh
Trap Out Like Lil’ Meechy
Gotta Get My Shake Back, Baby, Hold On
Through The Town, My Name Been Ringin’ (Ring, Ring),
Yeah (Ring, Ring)
Swear Once I Get Mine, I’m Gon’ Come Home
And I’m Gon’ Throw ‘way All This Cellphone
Come See How My Block Roll
Control This B!tch From Out Of Space, Ain’t Been There So Long, So Long
Bo’ Must Show ’em How My Arm Long (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
Bo’ Got That Work And All Day Long Been Gettin’ His Work On (Oh, Oh, Oh)
Fu*k Your Day, Impeach Me
You Know Kevin? Who? Lil’ Meechy
You Know Bo’, He Play With Poles
He Made ’em Bled, This Shit Start Reekin’
I Got Ddawg Hangin’ Out The Top And That’s How I Got Even
You Know Nicole? No, The Colombian
B!tch, Thought She Was Puerto Rican
B!tch, I’m Real, American Made
Run With Chargers Like Vin Diesel
B!tch, I Come From Medicatin’
Diamonds All On Me Like Some Measles
Pistol Packin’, Run Up On Me,
I’m Gon Teach A Nigga (Baow, Baow)
Can’t Pull Up On Me, I’m Big P’d Up And I’ll Leave A Nigga
I Just Pulled Up In That Gravedigger With Lil’ Pheezy, Nigga, Baow
I’ve Been Showin’ My Lil’ Ass Off
I Always Got My Pants Down
And I Got That Bag Out
In Cell Blocks, I Done Ran Round
I’m In North Argyle
