DIESEL Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again: New Orleans rapper YoungBoy Never Broke Again released his new single, DIESEL. “DIESEL” is a pure flex anthem that takes NBA YoungBoy into his usual world where violence, money, trust issues, inner struggles, and street survival all come up in an intense way. There’s aggression in every line and a kind of desperate urgency pulsing through every verse. YoungBoy doesn’t hold back, he spits straight from the trenches, no filter, no sugarcoat. This isn’t just another track with heavy beats and cold bars — it’s a street confession. A glimpse into a world where life moves fast, loyalty is everything, and showing emotions can get you crossed. The energy here isn’t polished — it’s raw, restless, and real. You can hear the weight in his voice, like each bar is a memory he’s still trying to outrun.
Even if YoungBoy’s music is new to you, this song will pull you in with its honest lyrics and energetic beats. It’s got that magnetic energy and the kind of lines that hit hard and stay with you. Read the full lyrics below and feel the emotion behind every bar.
Lyrics of DIESEL by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[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
What’s the meaning behind “DIESEL” by YoungBoy Never Broke Again?
YoungBoy Never Broke Again is most famous for his deeply emotional, introspective, and violently expressive tracks. He is a rapper whose every track feels like an emotional discharge, and “DIESEL” is no different.
This track shows why he is one of the most unpredictable and emotionally layered rappers in the industry. YoungBoy’s way of thinking about bars is still raw and aggressive, but this time he’s more focused on his rise-from-the-bottom story, and how he’s now ruling the game with million-dollar tours, foreign cars, and endless cash.
