NBA YoungBoy Lyrics

Before I Go (2016)

Moral lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Only Sixteen

I'm on the phone with lil mane, tryna see the move

It's in the streets so you know I'm goin' with my mood

I got a shoota' on my side every time I move

Say he plottin' when he try, put him on the news

I'm head huncho of that gang, and I call shots

These niggas runnin' to the laws when we let off shots

I leave the house protected when up in the block

XL magazine hangin' off the Glock

I stop by OG Beanie for to get some purple

I got a lot on my mind so I roll up

If you know me then you know I ain't no hoe

How the fuck you bring them niggas in my circle

If it ain't about the guap, you can't talk 'bout nothin'

I'm the sickest with this shit, you know how I'm comin'

I go ape, but I'm still king of the jungle

Before I stand down, gotta put me under

I'm in the north, nigga you know where to find us

I'm with that gang and you knowin' that we strapped up

Lotta shots, no we don't need no backup

All that reppin' like you steppin' get you lined up

Everywhere I go you know I keep that iron tucked

Just in case I run into some problems

Never sleepin', keep it with me, nigga run up he gon' get it

Any interferences you know we ain't trippin'

When it's time for to beefin' runnin' to the choppas

Let down the window when it hit, all you see is fire

Do anything in the world for my sister, momma

Fuck a bitch, I don't talk to my baby mama

And I better not hear my name flyin' through the wind

Make me send Pap for to spin the benz

I appreciate the love but don't need the fame

I just want the money, I don't want no friends

Deno knockin' at the door, let him come inside

Ben wet em up, somebody want a 35

Cold hearted, lost my mind when Lil Dave died

Uncle told, know my daddy doin' fifty five

187 211 it's a homicide

Strapped up choppas with us when we take the ride

Thirty niggas sendin' shots from the other side

We gon' see who gon' ride when you niggas die

Dave gone nigga hit my dog with a choppa

Come round the building, caught him slippin', Pap say he got him

NBA GG, we don't do no partners

Catch the fool, we gon' burn him and his partner

Gettin' money, gang gang, no I won't change

Somebody rattin' how they knew about the purp & the codeine

The moral of the story's the money, mane

I ain' trustin' he too deep, so I'm hustlin' with my team

I can't wait 'til I get on, for my gang I got 'em

Half everything I'ma get to my momma

Me and P gon' live it up cause we was robbin' for the dollaz

Time in the cage for the love of the money

Walked in with my gang... with my gang NBA

It ain't no turn down, turn up to the morning

Whole lotta money

Walked to one side and them bad bitches followin'

Broke niggas, I don't get along with 'em

Walked in just me and my niggas (Just me and my gang)

Bad bitches follow us when we hit the door, heard spider gang came with us

Bitches want your money, niggas want your fame

Some locked up, Some put up in the grave

On Lil Dave, gang gang, no I won't change

The moral of the story's the money, mane

Broke niggas, I don't get along with 'em

Walked in just me and my niggas (Just me and my gang)

Bad bitches follow us when we hit the door, heard spyder gang came with us

Bitches want your money, niggas want your fame

Some locked up, Some put up in the grave

On Lil Dave, gang gang, no I won't change

The moral of the story's the money, mane

So Long lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

When my grandma died, I jumped off the porch and started hustlin'

Me and 3Three in n out boy we was thuggin

Promise I won't let up off my grind till I get some

Each and everyday, we been getting to that money

I done took so many losses trynna bubble

I swear that's so long, I been waiting for this moment

Going hard we gon' turn nothing to somethin

Stayed down now I know you see me stuntin

I done took so many losses trynna bubble

I swear that's so long, I been waiting for this moment

Going hard we gon' turn nothing to something

Stayed down now I know you see me stuntin

On the run for 2 months I was sleeping on Mi's couch

Slipped up and got caught

Judge sent me up the road

Just up in Tallulah whole time was writing songs

I been knew I was cold but not til now that it showed

Came home then I blowed

They fuckin with my song

Without the track with Scotty hundred thousand on my arms

Through my city floating long

Smoking on some strong

Thinkin bout a murder cause I heard they want me gone

I got money in my pocket

Tatts all on my arms

So much designer on my body bitch I feel stroke to death

Forever posted on the block

Addicted to the guap

I promise I won't stop till I make it to the top

I swear I want the shit so bad

No I can't lie (No I can't lie)

No I can't flock em baby K you gon' get popped

I heard this money on my head so I went and bought me some more shots

Won't hesitate to open fire

When my grandma died, I jumped off the porch and started hustlin'

Me and 3Three in n out boy we was thuggin

Promise I won't let up off my grind till I get some

Each and everyday, we been getting to that money

I done took so many losses trynna bubble

I swear that's so long, I been waiting for this moment

Going hard we gon' turn nothing to somethin

Stayed down now I know you see me stuntin

I done took so many losses trynna bubble

I swear that's so long, I been waiting for this moment

Going hard we gon' turn nothing to something

Stayed down now I know you see me stuntin

Kickin' Shit lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Aye YoungBoy they wanna come see how we livin' shit (GG)

You don't know what it take to get here

You don't know 'bout them long nights and all the shit I did

All you see is how a nigga live

I remember I was broke and I ain't have shit

Now when we pull up we pull up straight on that gang shit

Now everybody wanna come see how we kickin' shit

Now when we pull up we pull up straight on that gang shit

Now everybody wanna come see how we kickin' shit

I go by YoungBoy what the business is, I pull up flexin' just because I never had shit

I swear done walked alotta miles to get right here

So I won't let you come and take a thing from me

We stayed down and came up kept it one hundred ain't change up them niggas they hating ain't phase us

They tryna act like they gang now

They don't know what I did for this

How many times I done layed down

I done waited some years for this

Now its my time I won't stop now

Know when you see me I be stuntin' with a whole lotta money

Every day we live it up cause not a thing was ever fronted

All night we had to hustle tryna turn nothing to something go to jail ain't sayin' nothing, hold up who had said something

You don't know what it take to get here

You don't know 'bout them long nights and all the shit I did

All you see is how a nigga live

I remember I was broke and I ain't have shit

Now when we pull up we pull up straight on that gang shit

Now everybody wanna come see how we kickin shit

Now when we pull up we pull up straight on that' gang shit

Now everybody wanna come see how we kickin' shit

Big Beanie CEO and I be the lieutenant take a trip to Salt Lake City

Cross the mountain 'cause that's called livin'

Relocate back to Atlanta just to run back up them Benji's in BR Where we spend it

They wanna see how kick shit and live can't tote no gun cause right now I'm on bail

You know I ain't tripping he play he gone get them shootas they up in the car with me yea

Them diamonds they hang from my neck to my chest these niggas they hating don't know what it is

We doing this shit here without a deal nigga

You don't know what it take to get here

You don't know 'bout them long nights and all the shit I did

All you see is how a nigga live

I remember I was broke and I ain't have shit

Now when we pull up we pull up straight on that gang shit

Now everybody wanna come see how we kickin' shit

Now when we pull up we pull up straight on that gang shit

Now everybody wanna come see how we kickin' shit

GSG lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

I walk around with a GSG shootin', you ain't gotta tempt me

I pull up that gang and they with me, I know they gon' bang behind me

I walk around with a GSG shootin', you ain't gotta tempt me

I pull up that gang and they with me, I know they gon' bang behind me

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

We make it happen by any means, I'ma make you niggas feel me, gang

Painful shit say, lil' nigga, who you playing with?

Disrespect my gang, that's that shit that get your man slit

Fuck 'bout how you come in, who you with? We ain't sparin' shit

We gone pull up where they be, hop out and let that chopper spit

Young nigga stay with a burner on 'em, let him run up on me, he a goner

I don't cut corners, you know how I'm comin'

Don't fuck with them boys from round the corner

I feel like them lil' niggas up to somethin'

Say, lil' boy, you ain't takin' nothin'

KK tellin' me don't worry 'bout 'em, fuck that, man, I'm spinnin' on 'em

One call to bail, I know he comin', thousand shots kill a whole army

Bitch, come here, no it ain't no runnin', one to the head gon' put him under

One call to bail, I know he comin', thousand shots put a nigga under

Bitch, come here, no it ain't no runnin', one to the head gon' put him under

I walk around with a GSG shootin', you ain't gotta tempt me

I pull up that gang and they with me, I know they gon' bang behind me

I walk around with a GSG shootin', you ain't gotta tempt me

I pull up that gang and they with me, I know they gon' bang behind me

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

We make it happen by any means, I'ma make you niggas feel me, gang

That GSG look like a carbon, say, lil' nigga, you don't want it

I give him the word and they on it, NBA pullin' up like the army

That GSG look like a carbon, say, lil' nigga, you don't want it

I give him the word and they on it, NBA pullin' up like the army

I got that hammer stuffed up in my jeans

Make a nigga beat it like Billie jean

A hunnid shell cases left on the scene, Miami, Florida, bitch, we bringin' the heat

Who the fuck do you take me for, playin' with me ?

33 got a Glock, a whole 23

Once he up, he ain't skippin' a beat

Once he up, he ain't skippin' a beat

I walk around with a GSG shootin', you ain't gotta tempt me

I pull up that gang and they with me, I know they gon' bang behind me

I walk around with a GSG shootin', you ain't gotta tempt me

I pull up that gang and they with me, I know they gon' bang behind me

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

This for whoever wanna kill me, ay, ay, ah

We make it happen by any means, I'ma make you niggas feel me, gang

Dream lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

It ain't a dream, it's really what it seems

Gotta get that moolah 'fore you end up on a T

Shout out to that lil' nigga got hit up at sixteen

It's a shame he ain't get to live his dream

You can win or lose when you thuggin' in these streets

I won't make a move without my gun by any means

I heard they lookin' but ain't never where I be

But, nigga, when we meet, yeah, we gon' see

Ah, YoungBoy

I heard that they comin', you know I ain't runnin'

I'm on top my city, they won't put me under

Every day this shit get gutter so I keep a burner

Called me at the corner, should've listened to my fuckin' number

From the bottom of the barrel I came out runnin'

Hundred shots on the bottom of the barrel, ain't no fuckin' runnin'

Told lies, they wasn't loyal or they wasn't one hunnid

Soon as we touch they gon' get touched

Keep that on the under

Watch what you say 'cause when you say it, it's gon' hit the streets

Ready for the go-to-war with whoever want it with me

You gon' die for speakin' on a nigga, put money on me

They could try, watch how many die right before I leave

Extendo tote 'em, a lotta shit come with the game

I seen niggas change, I seen bitches change

I fuck with Dino, yeah, the real flame

Send a K-lo to my uncle fire, it ain't want a thing

I do this shit for my lil' brother, can't forget the gang

Gettin' to that paper, got more players than the NBA

Yeah, tell 'em freaky dogs got that cage

Open up your eyes, this shit ain't game

It ain't a dream, it's really what it seems

Gotta get that moolah 'fore you end up on a T

Shout out to that lil' nigga got hit up at sixteen

It's a shame he ain't get to live his dream

You can win or lose when you thuggin' in these streets

I won't make a move without my gun by any means

I heard they lookin' but ain't never where I be

But, nigga, when we meet, yeah, we gon' see

Look, man, this shit get wicked, you can get it, I stay with that hammer

I can't let you kill me, open fire, I'm forever legend

Them lil' boys shot at me the other day, I gotta bam 'em

Pull up where I saw 'em trappin', expect, Pa, I'ma rig the hammer

Real diamonds 'round my neck, lil' nigga, I dare you to snatch 'em

You know that the gang don't spare 'em, you know that we gotta stab 'em

All these hoes surround us, young niggas who made it happen

These niggas, they hate on us but, bitch nigga, they can have it

Come here, go, go, skrrt

It ain't a dream, it's really what it seems

Gotta get that moolah 'fore you end up on a T

Shout out to that lil' nigga got hit up at sixteen

It's a shame he ain't get to live his dream

You can win or lose when you thuggin' in these streets

I won't make a move without my gun by any means

I heard they lookin' but ain't never where I be

But, nigga, when we meet, yeah, we gon' see

Look

Thug Wit Me lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

I'm just a nigga out that gang baby (aye)

You looking cute girl whats your name baby

It's OK for you to hang baby (OK)

I just need to know some things baby

Like would you hold my Glock for me (me)

Like would you hit the block with me (me)

Roll up and smoke these drugs with me (me)

Pour me up and sip this mud with me (aye)

You looking cute girl whats your name baby

I'm Youngboy I rep that gang baby

You say you're real and you can hang baby

I just need to know some things baby

Like would you hold my .30 for me baby

12 pull us over would you stash my purple for me baby

I'm like would you hit the block with me baby (skrrrt)

And when its time to slide I'll let you drive for me baby

Come get in and we gone go alot of places

Tell my driver anywhere you want and he gone take us

We do the most when them hoes in our faces

And if they ask I let them know that you my baby

You like to party when we turn up on the daily

Gang shit come and mob with us baby

Your sister want [?] but he said he couldn't make it

Tell her be cool I got Lil Kyle with me baby

I'm just a nigga out that gang baby (aye)

You looking cute girl whats your name baby

It's OK for you to hang baby (OK)

I just need to know some things baby

Like would you hold my Glock for me (me)

Like would you hit the block with me (me)

Roll up and smoke these drugs with me (me)

Pour me up and sip this mud with me

I'm Youngboy I rep that gang baby

Change lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

("Before I Go" version)

Bitch ass boy

(Yung Hydro on the track)

Aye, Youngboy

I just thought that I should let you know

Right before it's time for me to go

You can talk down all you want

I don't give a fuck I'm still up

You know what the fuck it's sittin' for

I won't stop til' you put me up

You can talk down all you want

I don't give a fuck I'm still up

You know what the fuck it's hittin' for

I won't stop til' you put me up

You know how to hustle, neva' been a gangsta'

You know that I'm bout' it, you know I'll spank em'

Keep it real wit' me, ain't no time for fakin'

Speak yo mind nigga, tell me what you thinkin'

I'm above water I can't let 'em sank me

Niggas started hatin', fill em' up with danger

Ion' leave tha house if I ain't got a banga'

Ion' leave tha house if I ain't got a banga'

A hoe gon be a hoe, Uncle told me

Shoutout Bree, she the one that showed me

All alone no one fot to hold me

Had to take a stand by my lonely

Kill fore' I eva' be the victim

Eva' be the man behind the pistol

I jus fell off wit' my own nigga

Change on me, yeah that I figure

I ain't trippin, focused on the figures

Grindin' hard everyday, gettin; it

I neva' get up in yo business

Everytime you speak Imma' listen

Fuck a nigga, I won't show no pity

Thuggin' hard, me and lil' mistress

Lord bless em' cause' they both scarred

He won't speak on fuckin' my sista'

I move along as the water flow

Me and round thuggin' in the yo

I just thought I should let you know

Right before it's time for me to go

I knew you would change

I knew you would change

Boy you know how fuck I'm comin'

Really out my mind, feel like fuck it

I can't let em' slide, gotta touch em'

Drawn out with that iron out up in public

Pressure hit, I ain't neva' ran

Coolin' while I'm on the phone wit' dump

Thanks Star for givin' me a son

Montana say he comin', neva' come

On house arrest, thuggin' at the house

Why you niggas floatin' 'round the city?

Death the only thing that's not my vision

It's at the corner I forgot to mention

Youngboy, not TBG

NBA, it's a way of livin'

Let a nigga play, he gon' get it

Talked about it like I ain't wit' it

Name a nigga shook me, you know I ain't pussy

You can save yo breath, no advice tookin'

Shit what it is, bitch I see you lookin'

Shootin' on sight, know who I ain't hookin'

In the bottom fuckin' with 'ducer

When they come all you do is whistle

Parish prison after central bookin'

They really thought Funny Mike was pussy

They really thought Funny Mike was pussy

I move along as the water flow

Me and round thuggin' in the yo

I just thought I should let you know

Right before it's time for me to go

I knew you would change

I knew you would change

How To Love lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

How to love, I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love, (yeah)

I'm sorry that I made you feel that way to change up

Think about all the times that you know you fucked up

Criticizing me about all the hoes I done fucked

Kept it real from the start I ain't ever change up

I done been around niggas that I'm knowing

You done fucked only here for my baby

I ain't looking for no love, niggas change daily no

I ain't got no trust if they ain't talking money

They can't come around us, these niggas plotting so I gotta watch em

I'm only sixteen and I'm living fast in a full time dream

I hope ion crash invented it by myself

Imma do the dash on my way from my cell

I got apprehended didn't narc on narcotics said that I was targeted

Took my lick went to jail you know

I ain't say shit run it out the next day

You know they ain't stop shit but up in court they wanna bam me

Cause I be on that gang shit

Wasn't familiar faces round that's a big lane switch for so long I was blind man

I should've known this I wouldn't be wrong for saying that

You ain't shit but I can't blame nobody but myself for this

NBA Pap always told me never trust a bitch

My brother Beanie always told me be about my business

What you said hurted deep but I ain't ever say shit by any means

I know Dave, I know Ari with me to keep it real from the start

You were never with me (yeah)

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love (yeah)

I'm sorry that I don't know how to love

I'm sorry that I made you feel that way to change up

Dave died at sixteen and I'm sixteen

So you can't tell me that this shit ain't real

Young nigga steady striving finna get a mil running with the same niggas till the day

I'm killed, and I was praying cause we knowing how we all live

It was all good when we was just kids

Now on the slick side we wanna do each other in (yeah,yeah)

That don't make you innocent cause you don't keep it real

Now you telling me that you done

But I know the deal got my name tatted on your back

But I knew you wasn't real this song can't explain how a nigga feel

I'm sixteen girl come and let me love you

You can live how you want

I will never judge you to tell the truth

I just wanna be there for you

Sit and tell me everything that you been through

I was down to my last cent

Nobody gave me shit

Montana came in the picture showed me a lot of shit ever since I turned up

Been in all kind of shit

Dump said don't go looking for it if he play, blame him

I was down to my last cent

Nobody gave me shit

Montana came in the picture showed me a lot of shit ever since I turned up

Been in all kind of shit

Dump said don't go looking for it if he play, blame him

I'm only sixteen

I don't understand please understand that I don't know how to love

I'm only sixteen I don't understand

Please understand that I don't know how to love

All Nite lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Hit the bando all night

'Til the neighbors ask why I'm up

Down for so long

All I'm thinking 'bout is coming up

Girls steady lying

And my niggas steady changing up

Gotta do something right

'Cause I'm always fucking up

Now I done seen a lot of shit

When I was coming up

Every day a struggle

So I hustle just to run it up

Looked at my friends and I seen they was fake as fuck

To keep it real, I ain't lying, I ain't got no trust

Hesitant, for to come at me how you did

Hustlin' and gettin' it in

Stacking up malondins

Mind said I'm the business

So I'm schemin' hittin' licks

Coming up, ain't had shit

I just wanna be rich

Posted on Rosevelt

Right where Von got hit

Ms.reeda asking for a hit, but I ain't friendin' shit

I throw shade back at 20

Know he gon' pay me my shit

At the table teaching me how to speak Jamaican and shit

Walk to Maryland

Lil E was getting into it with his bitch

Plus I fell off with Kevin

'Cause he acts like a bitch

Got the .223 from J Boy just to go scream shit

But I can't do it, that's my blood and I got love for the bitch

Nigga he be with counterfeit

Now we at Coperridge

He walk out his apartment and we splitting his wig

Back to the basic, getting money, you get 3 from the 6

Two in the morning at the bando and I still ain't go in

Hit the bando all night

'Til the neighbors ask why I'm up

Down for so long

All I'm thinking 'bout is coming up

Girls steady lying

And my niggas steady changing up

Gotta do something right

'Cause I'm always fucking up

Now I done seen a lot of shit

When I was coming up

Every day a struggle

So I hustle just to run it up

Looked at my friends and I seen they was fake as fuck

To keep it real, I ain't lying, I ain't got no trust

Mind Of A Menace (2015)

Intro lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

[2Pac:]

So okay, you want to see some macho shit? I'm the most macho nigga out here. I thought you niggas knew, I'm the most thuggish nigga out here. I have no mothafuckin' fear... I have no fear, I have only ambition, and I want mine, and I will do anything to protect and feed my family

[YoungBoy:]

In my city it get wicked lil' nigga, don't fuck around and become a victim lil' nigga

Open your eyes and pay attention lil' nigga, You fuck around and end up missing lil nigga

Let me take 'em way back when we was little lil' nigga

On Chippewa, when Davion and Tre wasn't with it lil' nigga, so many losses we done took and kept it kickin' lil' nigga

But when them niggas killed Lil' Dave this shit got serious lil' nigga, This that Mind Of A Menace and my city is wicked

Open your eyes and pay attention anybody can get it

I got a name off Life 'Fore Fame that's when they started to envy

Live to get rich that's who I'm living, screaming fuck who be dissin'

Nigga told me to pull up, so I pulled up with that shotty

Hop out hit his house up, then we shot back to Scotty

Run up better be bout it, Take some from who? bitch I doubt it

Up this bitch right on scene, show em that its retarded

Ferragamo hold up my [?] Mafia on my shirt, hold it down for my niggas NBA to the dirt

Ever since I was 7 dreamin' believed I'ma make it

Even though that they hated ain't never let that shit faze me

If its rested don't last, my sister tell me be patient

No you can't knock my shine 'cause I'm destined for greatness

Everything I spoke I live it, if I said it then I did it

Forever we be getting it in, posted in the trenches

NBA my gang, YoungBoy I'm my own boss you know, we ain't under no nigga administration, yea gang shit this that Mind Of A Menace

Homicide lyrics - NBA YoungBoy (feat. Scotty Cain)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

In my hood you gon' blow or you gon' end up dead

I say this street shit ain't no joke, you better use yo' head

Nigga make yo' money, Monty told me get my bread

My nigga put his trust up in a bitch and now he dead

All my niggas tellin' me I need to chill

My momma say stay out the streets, she pray I don't get killed

Can't trust no nigga or no bitch, no they don't keep it real

I'm scarred for life, yeah, I stay with it bitch, I shoot to kill

P, I put that on Lil' Dave, I'll murk one of these niggas

I'm rollin 'round I'm just waitin' on you niggas

When I spot you bitch I got you, I been waitin' on you niggas

I'ma hop out with that 4 pound, I'ma bang it 'til it's empty

We gon' stick the plug, pull up in a spyder

Ridin 'round with that rifle, this bitch here be decipher

Say I'm walkin' with my .40, this bitch got a lotta bodies

NBA, that be the gang whole clique full of robbers

I'll rob the whole city 'fore I die broke

I'ma die for my respect, now tell me what you die for

Bitches up there when I catch you, boy you better have that iron

And nigga when I see you it's gon' be a homicide, nigga

Yeah it's gon' be a homicide

Pussy nigga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide

Yeah, it's gon' be a homicide

Pussy nigga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide

[Scotty Cain:]

Yeah, yeah, I been blockin' with this draco tryna murk one of you niggas

Mac 11 burst, t-shirt with yo' picture

Catch you up the Glock and wave

I got a cake bake for you niggas

Up the chopper, drill 'em and make sure I'ma kill 'em

Drum on the Glock I squeeze this bitch and smush yo' shit flat

Fuck a nigga if I jacked you, you can't get yo' shit back

I'm with that nigga, homicide, if you come get back

If I'm in it I'm comin or I'ma send that

Nigga know what it is

I'ma slang this bitch, I catch a nigga slippin'

Niggas been trippin' lately

So I keep extensions

Better bounce out or this cake cutter gon' burn shit you when it hit you

Tell yo' family get some tissue

You bitch you, mafia

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

I'll rob the whole city 'fore I die broke

I'ma die for my respect, now tell me what you die for

Bitches up there when I catch you, boy you better have that iron

And nigga when I see you it's gon' be a homicide, nigga

Yeah it's gon' be a homicide

Pussy nigga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide

Yeah it's gon' be a homicide

Pussy nigga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide

Hold on bitch, get yo' mind right

Don't talk to me like I'm a child

Pull up on side 'em at the red light and I'ma open fire

Countin' money for my niggas

You know tell em free Lil' Ky

Catch that pussy nigga who killed Lil' Dave then you gotta die

We know that the [?] team after us

Call my phone, yea I got it, I'ma bag it up

Pussy nigga run up in this bitch and I'ma bag 'em up

I say we ridin' 'round with that cutter ain't no smashin' us

Youngboy be the name

NBA, be the gang

Jump up out the whip and spray this bitch without no aim

Motha' fuck you choose the wrong gang

I'll rob the whole city 'fore I die broke

I'ma die for my respect, now tell me what you die for

Bitches up there when I catch you, boy you better have that iron

And nigga when I see you it's gon' be a Homicide, nigga

Yeah it's gon' be a homicide

Pussy nigga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide

Yeah it's gon' be a homicide

Pussy nigga when I catch you it's gon' be a homicide

Turn Up lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up til we can't no more

All this liquor, we gon' drink til we can't drink no more

I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

We gon' party til the morning, we ain't going home

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up til we can't no more

All this liquor, we gon' drink til we can't drink no more

I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

We gon' party til the morning, we ain't going home

She can't control herself, she faded off [?]

Two in the morning, and we steady [?]

And everybody having fun, you know we turnt up

But we don't give no fucks, puffing on this hooka

Baby, I just moved out here, I'm from Louisiana

Told her [?] she say that shit don't matter

Ask her do she wanna drink? She say it don't matter

She say she gon' drink it straight, don't want no Tropicana

And I can tell that you off, from the way you act

She say she down to Earth, and then I started laughing

She said we both get some vodca, bet I drink it faster

I'm good on liquor, I just poured codeine in a fanta

She steady twerking, so I asked her "Can I take you home?"

A.J. gon' get your friend, she won't be alone

Girl, I got [?] tell me what you want

And I ain't even gotta say it, you know what I want

And I'ma flex up on these niggas, til I can't no more

All this liquor, y'all would drink til you can't drink no more

And I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

[?] got that white girl, he got drank, now nigga, what you want?

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up til we can't no more

All this liquor, we gon' drink til we can't drink no more

I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

We gon' party til the morning, we ain't going home

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up til we can't no more

All this liquor, we gon' drink til we can't drink no more

I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

We gon' party til the morning, we ain't going home

I don't promote violence, but I keep a gun

Walk in the party, and we make it jump like Michael Jordan

We steady smoking, steady drinking, it's two in the morning

Tryna shut us down, you better have an army

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up

Everybody loaded

Fuck [?] who gon' bust it open?

She don't drink, she don't smoke, she can't even hold it

She wanna fuck my brother, talking 'bout [?]

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up til we can't no more

All this liquor, we gon' drink til we can't drink no more

I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

We gon' party til the morning, we ain't going home

Turn up

Turn up

Turn up til we can't no more

All this liquor, we gon' drink til we can't drink no more

I got dank, I'ma smoke til I can't smoke no more

We gon' party til the morning, we ain't going home

NBA YoungBoy other songs:

4 Sons Of A King lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

This for lil' Kayden, my first born (Draco)

You made a nigga strong, you the one

This for lil' Taylin, my second baby, my wildest son (Tay Tay)

Before it's done, I promise we'll have a bond (PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though)

Kamiri, K3, everything 'bout him lovin' and that lil' nigga just like me

Wear his headband just like his cousin (Boozilla)

I just seen you on IG

Forever I got you, forever I know you got me

Just talked to Kacey through a iPhone, I coulda cried

I knew that look up in yo' eyes

Ain't talk to moms up in so long, some shit ain't right

Just gotta keep my head high

Just left backstage with a bag full of cash

More diamonds in the sack

I'm a lil' nigga, I ain't stuntin' for nobody

I been seemin' not to try when I rap

My girl say I passed

Fuck it, bae, I'm tryna put this 30 on somebody

Rockstar to heavy metal, oh

I think I found someone to make it better, oh

Old friends call me, mistake 'em for somebody else

I don't wanna fuck this up, up

Said what you wanna do 'cause, girl, I'm all in

Pick me up when I'm fallin'

When we land we be ballin'

These niggas lame, go to tweakin', ain't with that talkin'

Everybody be mouthin', pistols gon' get to sparkin'

Been ballin' long so I can see all, imagine how

Made it down a long road

Yeah, that's right, we up right now, I need you to be right here

Just talked to Kacey through a iPhone, I coulda cried

I knew that look up in yo' eyes

Ain't talk to moms up in so long, some shit ain't right

Just gotta keep my head high

Just left backstage with a bag full of cash

More diamonds in the sack

I'm a lil' nigga, I ain't stuntin' for nobody

I been seemin' not to try when I rap

My girl say I passed

Fuck it, bae, I'm tryna put this 30 on somebody

41 lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

QRed On The Track

Ay, Ay Youngboy

Oh, yeah

Shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come

She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"

She say "baby you can call up on me any day"

Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA

I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state

I'm on that 3Three shit, you know how I'm rockin''

I got Valentino's on and my shirt is Versace

Buku racks up in my pocket

Jiggalo strapped with the rocket

She say she ain't heard of us, Montana told that bitch "stop it"

Gettin' money by the hour, yeah we steady clockin'

My cuban links they shinin'

My Rollie watch would blind ya

I'm covered in designer, yea

Every day I'm grindin', yea

In the Maybach, in that Sprinter got shooters behind me

Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come

She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"

She say "baby you can call up on me any day"

Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA

I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state

I just came up with a answer for that petty shit

Draco with a drum on bottom and two thirty sticks

I'm in California coolin' with a foreign bitch

Montana say 'we gotta go cause your flight leave at 6'

Expensive clothes, 'lotta diamonds and some flashy lights

Shawty steady asking me 'what I'm gon' do tonight'

Explain to me, what's on your mind help me realize

Bae don't cry, I ain't lyin', I ain't got none to hide

Ride or die, promised the hoe you stay by my side

Lord knows we done been through this too many times

My down chick, my gangster bitch that's for you to decide

They can't peep out the move, no we can't be televised

Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come

She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"

She say "baby you can call up on me any day"

Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA

I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state

Act A Donkey (Charlamange Diss) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Huh

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, hey, huh

Huh, huh, huh

Bitch, mhm, Lil Top, nigga, look, look

Okay, huh, donkey of the day, nigga

Look, hold up, ayy

You invited, ayy, tell Charlamange he invited to Grave Digger Mountain

All he gotta do is pull up on me, nigga, and talk to me face to face

So I could bat you in your shit and hit you with this Drac', nigga

I don't give no fuck 'bout what they say, this that Amazing Grace

I got a plan for bitches tryna take YoungBoy for play

You must ain't heard, nobody safe, I had them gunners front yo' place

Can't take no food from off my plate, you pussy niggas know me

Try and find a place to hide this toolie, know it's fuck the police

Fucked up and I'm ruthless, I'm the murder man and I do it

With that shit, go ask my mama, anywhere, I'm gon' get to it, look

I got that shit on me, I keep that blick on me

A million dollars, that ain't shit, I spend it quick, homie

Hold up, I got yo' bitch on me, I'm tryna beat up that monkey

Get in yo' shit, bitch, I'll show you how to act a donkey

Say whatever that I want so they think I'm crazy

Look, Top baby, huh, bitch this Top, nigga, yeah

Say whatever that you want, but bitch bet' not play with me

You ain't dumb nigga, huh, shoot you in your head

Look, I been stackin' millions while I'm duckin' from them feds, huh

I been on them pills, fuck what my baby mama said

Nigga, fuck you, it get ugly, every chance, I keep 'em fed

Bitch, I'm thuggin', catch 'em bad, I make my shawty whoop they head

Bitch, I been cuttin' up, you niggas got me fucked up

You niggas old as fuck and cannot do a thing with neither one of us

I show you real, fuck if it's bulletproof, shoot up the tour bus

Better ask a bitch like Dej 'cause I could say that she grew up with us

Look, I love them graves, we tote them Ks, got Glocks with switch, they tear you up

I'm 4KTrey, I bang for Dave, enforcement can't do shit with us

Came inside this game and bitch I fucked it up, I'm a donkey

And I keep it on me, plenty money, bitch, don't speak up on me

I'm a donkey, I need some money, I just spent a million

I'm a donkey, you run up on me, I'll fuckin' kill you

You fuckin' flunky, bitch, I'll hit you with this Glock extension

Can't fuck with JAY-Z, I'm way too ignorant, bitch, I stand on business

Look, my childhood wasn't pretty, my fatherhood too hard

Them hoes took they children Benjis, now gotta find another boy, not YoungBoy

You know you out there bad and fucked up for that

All up in my business, get yo' ass bust up for that

Baow, I got off that shit, now I'm on my shit, bitch, get off my dick, hold on

Baow, baow

Five million to my bitch, when I get off my dick, you pussy niggas don't exist

I got that shit on me, I keep that blick on me (I got it on me)

A million dollars, that ain't shit, I spend it quick, homie (Spend it)

Hold up, I got yo' bitch on me, I'm tryna beat up that monkey

Get in yo' shit, bitch, I'll show you how to act a donkey

Say whatever that I want so they think I'm crazy

Look, Top baby, huh, bitch this Top, nigga, yeah

Say whatever that you want, but bitch bet' not play with me

You ain't dumb nigga, huh, shoot you in your head

Look, I been stackin' millions while I'm duckin' from them feds, huh

I been on them pills, fuck what my baby mama said

Nigga, fuck you, it get ugly, every chance, I keep 'em fed

Bitch, I'm thuggin', catch 'em bad, I make my shawty whoop they head

Bitch, I been cuttin' up, you niggas got me fucked up

You niggas old as fuck and cannot do a thing with neither one of us

I show you real, fuck if it's bulletproof, shoot up the tour bus

Better ask a bitch like Dej 'cause I could say that she grew up with us

Look, I love them graves, we tote them Ks, got Glocks with switch, they tear you up

I'm 4KTrey, I bang for Dave, enforcement can't do shit with us

Came inside this game and bitch I fucked it up, I'm a donkey (Yeah)

And I keep it on me, plenty money, bitch, don't speak up on me

Addict Emotions lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

These Xans won't be my friend

My lean just want me to slump over

I been writin' down my thoughts with no pen

My demeanor, know you hate, I'm a soldier (D-Roc)

Thought I told ya, I'm a gangster, I ain't quittin'

Young nigga, I stand on business

Who the fuck didn't never play with me?

I wanna take him from off of the map

Why am I up and you takin' a nap?

I want that shit, I get you clapped

I want them young niggas spin right back

I want her fresh, so I bought her everything that she wanted

I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)

Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona

On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em

Ooh-ooh, yeah

Can you be the one that I call late at night?

Ooh-ooh, yeah

Gotta be crazy as the fuck if you think you ain't my type

Thought I told ya, I'm a gangster, I ain't quittin'

Young nigga, I stand on business

Who the fuck didn't never play with me?

I wanna take him from off of the map

Why am I up and you takin' a nap?

I want that shit, I get you clapped

I want them young niggas spin right back

I want her fresh, so I bought her everything that she wanted

I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)

Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona

On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em

These Xans won't be my friend (Ooh, yeah)

My lean just want me to slump over

I been writin' down my thoughts with no pen (Ooh, yeah)

My demeanor, know you hate, I'm a soldier

I want her fresh (Ooh), so I bought her everything that she wanted (Yeah)

I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)

Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona

On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em

All I Want lyrics - NBA YoungBoy & Adrien Broner

[Adrien Broner:]

Ayy

I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back

Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that

I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match

You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back

Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me

Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E

I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance

You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

100 thousand in my Nike box, my bougie bitch she like to shop

I can't pronounce the car I got, you see me when I drop the top

I'm feeling upper echelon, you niggas just a replica

My jewelry is irregular, you niggas need to step it up

Just put three hundred on my wrist, I stay clean 'cause I'm filthy rich

She told you she was celibate, she let me fuck 'cause I'm the shit

I'm the real, you counterfeit, you niggas is so fraudulent

All these diamonds got me lit, they loud, I think they arguing

Yea I got a big gun, chopper got a big drum

The Benz I got like Redd Foxx, I promise it's the big one

I'm really out here in the game, you niggas keep the bench warm

So I can't trust no bitch 'cause

I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back

Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that

I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match

You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back

Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me

Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E

I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance

You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

One in the morning, I'm going hard

Walking 'round with the foreign broads

Living my life like a rockstar

Before it came I could say I saw it

Nigga play games, up with the rod

I'ma fly in the sky like a shooting star

So much money could get me a black card

Steady dranking on Act, ain't no Wockhardt

Posted up, steady watching for cop cars

Twenty-four seven, we going in

Thirty-eight baby a block boy

We gon' trap round the clock from ten to ten

Spend it, it's coming right back again

Float 'round the city with Ben-10

Shootin' dice, me and AB

Shoot a ten then bet the ten

Shootin' dice, me and AB

Shoot a ten then bet the ten

[Adrien Broner:]

I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back

Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that

I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match

You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back

Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me

Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E

I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance

You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

All My Shit Is Stupid lyrics - iLoveMakonnen

All my shit is stupid, this shit is fluid

Put them girls on LSD liquid they like, "Ooh shit"

Yeah... Ay... Yeah

Got damn it, what's up?

These little niggas don't

I could go over there and drop the price on a show

I be still selling out from the north to the south

And I be still selling wet from the east to the west

I ain't still no ruckin rookie

Boy I feel like a vet

I had to take a bitch down

Boy I feel like a vet

So I floss and I swerve on em

Toss and, toss and turv on em

Whipping in the kitchen all night don't burn on em

Check that oven check them pots

Check that steel, its what you got

Michael Vick, coming back

Ooh, need a running back

Cuz all my shit is stupid, this shit is fluid

Put them girls on LSD liquid they like "Ooh shit"

Oh shit, he that new shit, everybody do this

I'm out in Beverly Hills, same house that they shot Clueless

Smoking on some new shit, damn how he do that

Baby check my wrist game wor-worked into a new whip

I flow all night, like the mississippi river

I fuck around and do you how they did us

But now I don't play no games

Boy you know my last name

Call me Mr. Sheriff, but you see me out here sharing though

Cuz these niggas too motherfuckin god damn greedy

I spend most my time giving to the needy

Oh he so weedy, he smell like a pimp

I got purple kush and black purple bleary by the pound

Bandit lyrics - Juice WRLD & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Juice WRLD:]

It's funny, the shit I put on this song ain't gonna sound nothin' like the shit we was just doin'

Oh

Yeah

I just want bad bitches

Baddest, them bitches is the baddest

Uh-uh, when I take the Molly I'm a savage

Uh, I say

I don't need no Molly to be savage

Uh, when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)

I'm the definition of a bandit

I don't need no Molly to be savage

Aye but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

Aye my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart

I'm the definition of a bandit

Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas jiggas jiggass

Tommy and the fuckin' Tommy Hilfiger (figer figer)

That Tommy hit a nigga Tommy Hilfiger fuck nigga

I'm nice when I'm high off the pills I'ma fuck with her

I don't smoke skunk but tonight I'm getting stuck nigga

Pour the codeine up and put some Molly in the cup with it

I know she a freak uh huh, she gon' fuck with it

She my Velcro uh huh, guess I'm stuck with her

I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her

Addicted to her paraphernalia I had to tell her

I see it like a fortune teller

Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better

Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter

She a killer and a eater, she a Jeffrey Dahmer

I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book

No TEC, no Beretta FN on me, am I understood? (Yeah)

I don't need no Molly to be savage

When I'm on that Molly I feel savage

She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)

I'm the definition of a bandit

Aye, I don't need no Molly to be savage

Aye, but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

Aye, my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart

I'm the definition of a bandit

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

My brother point her out and she a bad bitch I'm on her

Must ain't heard that I'm a savage once I get a bitch I own her

I see she got swag I got cash so I want her

See this .45 in my pants put on your ass put you on one

Shorty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (With that glizzy on her)

And shorty, I'ma die there with no semi on me (No semi on me)

If we got a problem we get rid of homie (cash)

Put twenty thousand in your pocket we gon' get the money

I'm the definition of a bandit

Took your heart from out his hands and still ain't saying shit

Some new killers in my circle you done ran with

Like this dirty .38, this bitch'll damage

Popping wheelies 4KTREY caught when you land with it (pop, pop, pop)

I let you drive inside my bros where they been laying with it (skrt)

I work this bitch I open up a can with it

Like fuck the stove I make it jump without my hand in it

[Juice WRLD:]

I don't need no Molly to be savage

When I'm on that Molly I feel savage

She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)

I'm the definition of a bandit

Aye, I don't need no Molly to be savage

Aye, but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

Aye, my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart

I'm the definition of a bandit

Before The Fame lyrics - Nba Young Boy & Jacquee

(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)

[NBA YoungBoy (Jacquees):]

I'm like for real, brand new Audemar stainless steel (stainless steel)

House in the hill, I ain't got one yet, but I ran up a mil (I done ran up a mil)

Nigga know I don't steal, but you know for sure that I'm ready to kill (I'm ready to kill)

Ayy, I be traumatized, my cousin died, and I ain't shed a tear (I ain't shed no tear)

Nigga try, he get killed, you play with that money, you know what it is

38 baby, I'm thuggin' for real, straight out the slums, I'm gutter for real

That nigga disloyal, you know I feel, but I'm really chasin' that money for real

Not chasin' no bitch, I been chasin' a mil

My daddy locked up, he just waitin' on appeal

Yeah, I gotta admit, I got demons in my body (in my body)

I'm paranoid, and I feel some people watchin' (some people watchin')

I gotta maintain and stack up that money, you know they can't stop me (know they can't stop me)

I stay with a burner 'cause if it ain't on me, them niggas gon' pop me (gon' pop me)

These bitches ain't shit, and I know these niggas ain't shit neither (whoa)

Got a stick in the car with thirty-six Os in the trunk of the rita (ayy)

Not askin' for shit, not trustin' nobody because I don't need 'em (ayy)

I'm sippin' on lean while Jacquees steady smokin' on reefer

[Jacquees:]

Before the fame, I was a star

Changed our ways, but we ain't changin' who we are

I copped a foreign, remember the stolen cars

I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars

[NBA YoungBoy:]

They have a shootout in a minute

On the phone with my mama while sittin' in prison

Criticizin' myself, steady sayin' I'm trippin'

Got a brand new 'Vette, dropped the top like a Bentley

I perform on stage with cases pending

All over the world, AI been trending

In my Balmain jeans I keep a Glizzy

Got the VVS diamonds in my NBA pendant (skrrt, skrrt)

Hop in the Benz, I step on the gas

Focus on business, you know I ain't playin'

Only the real gon' feel what I'm sayin'

Gotta go chase it and get off my ass

I really don't hang 'cause I like to flash

Fuck all that shit, I'ma get me a bag

Hoes tryna get in Jacquees' pants

I know all they really want is them bands

Hey, I need to stop

Head on collision, I'm 'causin' a wreck

Steady finessin' my way to the top

Hey, can't give up now

I think I'm a wizard, just call me John Wall

I tighten my shoe, and I run with that rock

[Jacquees:]

Fuck the critics, I'ma get it 'cause I want that ('cause I want that)

I won't complain what was on my plate 'cause I was hungry (I was hungry)

I still got love for all the people that left me lonely

Never will I come back, forever I'm on that, yeah

'Cause before the fame, I was a star

Changed our ways, but we ain't changin' who we are

I copped a foreign, remember the stolen cars

I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars

BESTIE/HIT lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

["BESTIE"]

Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)

Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)

No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities

I'm in the V with a blammer with me

Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip

TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)

I know I had them fire hoes mad at me

But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like

She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (Let's go)

Wanna link with her bestie and turn up

Some of 'em got that ass and all of 'em pretty

Got that bag and all saditty

She told me, "Just hit me," I come to her city

I'm tryna go shoppin', I'm bringin' her with me

In my cup, pour that purple, she fuck with the Henny

Party, I'm spinnin' the bottle with bitches

Freaky, I'm fuckin' with all of these women

I'm tweakin', I'm givin' 'em all of them Xannies

She wanna take her a pic' on her iPhone

Can't get in it, I never once hit it

You know how these people be think

We can stay as just friends, they gon' say that we fuck around

At the loft, hit her up 'fore I lay it down

Uber Eat, I'm too high, gotta bring it down

We gon' smoke out the pound, gotta break it down

I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up

And I brought her a bitch, you won't come in here

Don't tell me no when I'm motherfuckin' talkin' to her

Fuck around, I get mad and I bat you up

Took a right from my ex, I'm a vet', had to snatch up

Had to look at the calendar

Twenty Ms and nigga, I think I ain't rich enough

Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more

I be buildin' my listin' up

Late night with the baddest bitches

They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I'm feelin' her

Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)

Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)

No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities

I'm in the V with a blammer with me

Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip

TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)

I know I had them fire hoes mad at me

But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like

I like 'em nasty, bougie, ratchet (Yeah, nasty)

Bitch better on top

I know she ain't fuckin', I ain't even finna ask her (Nah, nigga, fuck that)

Got me sittin' in the car

All this goddamn ice on, hittin' in the dark

Big pretty-ass whip, don't make no sense

Gotta have somebody hop out to put the bitch in park (Hah, damn)

I can't lie, I be doin' too much

You caught me in the room, you a fuck

Keep it real, don't you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)

But that's only if I'm in the mood

Shit, I feel her legs through the day

I think one of 'em be borin' so I'ma need two

Bitches on me and that stick

Got both hoes lickin' on me and it's lit, goin' Baby like, yeah

Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Bitch)

Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)

No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities (Yeah)

I'm in the V with a blammer with me

Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip

TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)

I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (Go)

But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like (Go, go, go)

["HIT"]

(Okay) Maybach outside, Maybach out—uh (Yeah)

Maybach outside runnin', fuck, uh, uh (Okay)

Maybach outside runnin', uh, yeah

I got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Shut up, I know you don't love me (Let's go)

I'm fuckin' on her and her buddy, yeah (Yeah)

The Maybach outside, uh

I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin' (Yeah, bitch)

Don't make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah

You know when I air this bitch out now

I'm tryna be calm, I promise

It's gettin' too hard to be humble

It's a Phantom outside, I'ma get in that

Send 'em lil' niggas, I send 'em back up in the box in the coroner minivan

Go on 'em like Ja, make 'em spin like a ceilin' fan (Ayy)

Hop out and blow at 'em (Now come on, let's go)

You play with me, bitch, we gon' make CNN

Bet a fuck nigga know better

I got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (Okay)

They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch

Better how sick that they get

Hit 'em with this and I bet your lil' buddy you miss

I had to turn up my wrist

Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got the below in the clip

Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit

I got a, uh, in this bitch, I got a, uh, in this bitch

I got the baddest ratchet bitch that's dancin' all on my dick

I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah

Brrt, leave 'em slumped, you know I do, don't say I don't

Got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

I got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Blasian lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Them yeah' yeah's over

Mmm, yeah, uh

Slime

Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready

I couldn't get her out my head

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)

Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah

I love that girl to death

She did some shit that I can't let slide

She know when we slide

We be tearin' up your set, no lie

She know that I got that shit

She want to get up with' and hide

She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)

Hit him with that fire

Young rich nigga with' a whole lotta critics

But I can't be mad with' a lotta bitches (Let's go)

Forty-thousand back in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)

Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)

I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelin's (Yah)

We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (I know)

She was just my friend and I wind up hittin' it (That's right)

But outta me can't get no commitment (That's right)

Fenti, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)

Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)

Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)

Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)

Dirt bike Supreme goggles (Go)

Sellin' 'round booze bike rider (Huh)

Young nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)

Amiri jeans I'm stylin' (Errrf)

Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready

I couldn't get her out my head

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)

Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah

Three or at times I gave her two

I had five I was gon' take

Yah-yah, what I do to you?

What the fuck is it gon' take?

Percocet's and off that drink

I might learn another language

Took a Xan, now I can't think

And I'm not knowin' where my main one

Bought my ex from the bottom

Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'

To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin'

Society where them people be dyin'

I'm in the nawf where my life on the line

I'm with' my niggas, everybody got iron

Blasian, no, honey you fine

We not together and she not even tryin'

I made her a slime (Slatt)

Bought my nitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready

I couldn't get her out my head

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)

Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off Codeine)

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah

BNYX Da Reaper lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(I-I-I-)

(I-I-I-)

(I-I-I'm working on dying)

(BNYX)

Huh

I'm at your motherfuckin' backdoor tryna hit at your throat like these hollows are razors

Fuck all these niggas, I'm ready to kill 'em, I promise, nobody can save 'em

Life of a villain, I'm ready, let's get it, let's do it, I'm comin' to slay 'em

They just be talkin' that shit, but I'm havin' my way in this bitch like a player

Huh-huh, the fuck? Where them niggas is?

Oh, you want my ho? Huh?

Let 'em have that bitch, no surrender

Oh, I'm poppin' that shit, man, I'm poppin' that shit just for no reason, boy

I'm talkin' 'bout I tried to get, I tried to get the boy, I tried to leave the bitch inside the car dead

Look, fuck with them bats, I'm a wolf

But I put on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (Huh)

How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man

I want 'em whacked that's a motherfuckin' fact, and I know that they be on the same

Ridin' Daytona, my youngins, they on 'em, they catch 'em and knock out they brain

Young nigga pushin' up on 'em (Huh)

Young nigga swervin' and bendin' the corner

He got that burner up on him

Soon as you run, he gon' hit at your homie

I'ma pull up in the Hummer (Huh), like I got sponsored, lil bro'nem a king

I got a SVJ, stay the fuck out my way, leave your pussy-ass dead on the scene

I got these hoes at my place tryna paint my face, got the bitch turnt out on bean

I got my right over left, put a bitch on the shelf, I am one of them, man, I'll kill you

I'm takin' her off the shelf and puttin' Ne on the bitch, she gon' do anything that I please

I probably tie up me one, whip the bitch with my gun 'til you fall all the way to your knees

I don't wan' talk

Pussy-ass nigga, I'll kill your whole house, bitch (Huh)

Havin' my way in this bitch, I'm a player

I want Ya have another Kentrell

I want y'all stay the fuck off my trail

I got blocks I can send 'em by later

Bitch say y'all make nothin' go- Wow

Came with a spitter, then hit real clear

Black stripes, on all my nails

Play with me, nigga, you'll die right there

Doin' all that runnin', nigga stand right here

Knife tucked, dummy get cut from ear-ear

Motherfucker comin', nigga, know that I been here

Green rag, red flag, nigga, I'm slime

Shootin' up in that ho house, why you slidin'

Black Sheep, these niggas know 'bout slime

Nigga killed his son, all he did was cry

Pussy-ass, I ain't finna waste my time

I'm at your motherfuckin' backdoor tryna hit at your throat like these hollows are razors

Fuck all these niggas, I'm ready to kill 'em, I promise, nobody can save 'em

Life of a villain, I'm ready, let's get it, let's do it, I'm comin' to slay 'em

They just be talkin' that shit, but I'm havin' my way in this bitch like a player

Look, fuck with them bats, I'm a wolf

But I put on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (Huh)

How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man

I want 'em whacked, that's a motherfuckin' fact, and I know that they be on the same

Top, nigga

This big 4KTrey, AI

How you wanna do it, nigga?

Me and BNYX, we too fly in this bitch

I got a SVJ, stay the fuck out my way, leave your pussy-ass dead on the scene, nigga

Boat lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Tahj Money

Sharko made that

They thought that, they think I'm in love with that shit

Switchin' these clothes and smokin' these joes

Feel like I been coast to coast

Fuck these lames, changed up my game

I'm gonna try another sport

Need another one of my cars, I'm doin' that drivin' sport

Talkin' to Hayley, inspired Bronco

I'm tryna fill the whole closet up with a whole four

Talkin' to T and he do the remain

Know for a fact that I fucked up the game

She know I'm that nigga, she know I'm that man

She know I'm that nigga, don't care 'bout her man

She know I'll never be with her, uh

Three said the bitch friend do cocaine

All I know is she got us a daughter

All that I know, I was ready to spoil her

Jump in that skrrt and then live in the spoiler

Bitch, I came from not havin' water

Now a young nigga wit' me, step like boss

Came from the Nawf and I live like Ross

All these shawties that step in this house

All this money stashed up in this house

All these women I got in this bitch

They just can't wait 'til a nigga crash out

And I'm crashin' the boat, bitch (Skrrt)

Walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the bank (Woah)

When I'm crashin' the boat (Crashin' the boat)

Bitch, I got the wheel and I'm drivin' all the way to the bank

I'm sellin' the boat, bitch, this a Lamborghini and I went and bought me a tank

Jump on the boat, bitch, sail away from all the bullshit and all the lames

They want me to crash, young nigga crash, bitch-ass niggas

I'm about bull, got 'em crashin' out bad

I'ma do another play with a new bag

All camo, dressin' like I'ma task

Whenever I leave, I'm drivin' out fast

Whenever I'm back, like I'm inside of the trap

I'm sayin' these verses real fast

Cookin' this shit, none of this water whip, I done watched my grandma cook gumbo

Ride in the Rolls, I give it the kick and every time it do a high note

I been watchin' everything around me, they ain't catchin' me kick up my note

Dropped in the water and fucked up the face, I'm in this bitch like Guantanamo Bay

But I'm crashin' the boat, bitch (Skrrt)

Walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the bank (Woah)

When I'm crashin' the boat (Crashin' the boat)

Bitch, I got the wheel and I'm drivin' all the way to the bank

I'm sellin' the boat, bitch, this a Lamborghini and I went and bought me a tank

Jump on the boat, bitch, sail away from all the bullshit and all the lames

They want me to crash, young nigga crash, bitch-ass niggas

I'm about bull, got 'em crashin' out bad

I'ma do another play with a new bag

All camo, dressin' like I'ma task

Whenever I leave, I'm drivin' out fast

Whenever I'm back, like I'm inside of the trap

I'm sayin' these verses real fast

Brain lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(DJ Swift on the track)

Ayy, like I know who bust that nigga brain

(Dubba-AA flexin')

(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)

I know who bust that nigga brain, they like "For real?"

They say "Them niggas out that gang, they the youngins of the year"

They say "The smallest shit you do can get you killed"

We up in broad day, so you better keep yo' shell, nigga

I'm out that Nawf, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from

Nigga know how we comin', we come retarted when we come

You say you gon' kill me, so when you see me, don't play dumb

That nigga diss me, now that bitch ass nigga slump

B strapped with that forty, it ain't no stuntin', he do dumb

We uppin' in public, ain't stoppin' bussin' 'till you done

You gon' get the same treatment as the lil' boy that you son

Nigga spin in my section, we loadin' up to come and hunt, believe that

This for them 38 Babies who out that Nawf, who lay down law

Who make the homicide detectives drawl the chalk

That's what they 'bout

Them niggas pussy, they don't do nun' but talk

So when we catch you, we gon' stretch you

We gon' close yo' fuckin' mouth

And all us certified, all us been on that wall

Gon' buss a nigga shit and ain't gon' speak on what we saw

We got assault rifles for whoever try to assault

Come raise your voice all you wanna, that choppa gon' talk loud

Up on me, you got me fucked up, bitch, I doubt it

Hollows steady bouncin', might as well say that we ballin'

You know it's from that Nawf back to that Fifth, bitch, it's retarted

Get to pickin' you lil' bitches out just like we havin' scallin'

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

I know who bust that nigga brain, they like "For real?"

They say "Them niggas out that gang, they the youngins of the year"

They say "The smallest shit you do can get you killed"

We up in broad day, so you better keep yo' shell, nigga

I'm out that Nawf, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from

Nigga know how we comin', we come retarted when we come

You say you gon' kill me, so when you see me, don't play dumb

That nigga diss me, now that bitch ass nigga slump

B strapped with that forty, it ain't no stuntin', he do dumb

We uppin' in public, ain't stoppin' bussin' 'till you done

You gon' get the same treatment as the lil' boy that you son

Nigga spin in my section, we loadin' up to come and hunt, believe that

Bring 'Em Out lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Yeah that too

Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though

Bring 'em out (Out)

For that money, I'ma rush all day (Bring it)

Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I count it up now

I ain't hear nothin' y'all say (Nah)

They don't know I came up from the bottom (Bop)

But they know that these niggas be flodgin' (Flodgin')

She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar (Huh)

From the hood, but shorty a model (Let's go)

If I see the lil' bitch, I run down on a bitch, I don't bust it from out of the car

I got bitches roll 6s, on God

Lockin' in like she a lil' boy

Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard

How I live, I be playin' my cards

On the real, I got bro with the rod

He gon' shoot it the minute he saw it

He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the masi

Get that money and fuck on these hoes

Run it up, and then stick to the code

Double R, that's the life that he chose

I be steppin' in Margiela mode (Step)

I got Louboutin all on my clothes

On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze

Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose

Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose

My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt" (Slatt)

Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back

Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lac'

Hand out money so bro get a pack

Every come Monday , I give her a bag

Every two weeks, she go get her a wax

Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass

Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass

I'ma spin on his ass, I'ma blow out his mind

Let off a shot, he want war with the slime

Ride in the front, do the dash, I'm slidin'

Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side

Pull up, start dumpin', and send 'em a sign

Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin'

Like a soul or show, we gon' send a deposit

Turn up, bad, yeah

I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes

I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls

I'm her man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go

I'm in a band, yeah, I got drums on bottom of these sticks if you ain't know

I can dig up some gold like LSU

Make a beat wit' the Glock like I'm Saddam

She be talkin' to me like a baby

Had to ask the lil' ho, "Where your mother went?"

Don't wan' fuck her, I lie, been celibate

Play that role until you come relevant

Give a bag I know they gon' step on shit

I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me

I'ma gangsta for real, ain't no cappin'

If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it

I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic

You could play, send a shot at yo' mammy

Findin' money around like some dandruff

I be dancin' like Elvis, go Manson

Helter Skelter, I kill da whole clan and

Say a prayer, then I go back to plannin'

She ain't right tryna trap with a baby

I'ma throw me one back and go brazy

She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy

Stay down, kept it real, and he made it

They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican

He gon' go to the max he a madman

I got Molly in me like a beach tan

I put J on my feet with them old bands

I went bought 23 with the old money

I could go pull out some old hunnids

I got a whole lot of new money

I say a word, get you fronted

I say a word, get you knocked off

I take the charge, it's my fault

I send them youngins to spin on yo bin, they knocking you off and yo role dog

And I get the addy or drop where you be at, we gon' blow it and tear the whole house down

And I'm on the block where you barely could be at, it won't take you that long to get shot down

If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around

Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found

Old heads, they a Vet, they gon' roll around

If they know that they got it, they do it now

I got money

That's it? Man you got me trippin' in this bitch, man

Call On Me lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Come here baby let me show I love you

Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'

Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty

I had lost track of all my money, here babe count it for me

And I be in my feelings when you don't be talking to me

I was recording, Ben said that you was calling for me

When I got done I read your text, you say you waiting on me

When I get there I'ma eat you, fuck you like no other

I'ma kiss you, I'ma rub you and tell you I love you

I be looking in your eyes when we talk to each other

Deep down inside I can see us turning our together

Come here baby let me show I love you

Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'

Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty

You don't fuck with me how you say you do

You know I fuck with you

How far you'll go for me?

Above and beyond

She say, I don't wanna share nothin' that's mine, I can't waste my time

Look me in my eyes and tell me no lies

You need me on the road, I'm on my way now

Babe it's 3 O' clock I'll be there at 5, just save me a spot

You turn up with your gang, that's somethin' I can't stop

Just give me respect, don't act like I ain't there

You know that ain't fair

Fuck them hoes, they can't touch but they can stare

Ain't no secret boy, tell 'em I'm your girl and you know that's real

I'll admit I want you to be mine

Told that girl that I think about her all the time

She say if you really love me you wouldn't lie

You would never let me leave from off your side

She said I promise to stay down and I'm gon' ride

When I call for you, promise you gon' make time

Hold me down and together we gon' ride

Truthfully maybe one day me and you gon' tie the knot

Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy

Come here baby let me show I love you

Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'

Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty

Catch Him lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Look, look, this a dipper

Hold up, hold up, this Top baby

Hold up, we be spinner's, whole 4KTrey

(Playboy on this bitch but he ain't playing though)

Gangster shit, gangster shit, don't come 'round you ain't gangster bitch

Catch a opp, we gon' paint the bitch, swervin' back to back, SRT

Put that pussy on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)

Leave that pussy in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd

I need that shit that make me pop, I need that shit that make me wop

I need that shit that make me get straight out my top (Yeah)

I'm in this bitch, she cut up, wop, don't make no sense before the bop

It's Bella Noche's for the night, I told her hold her head

If you come through once you get done, I beat that pussy up (Oh, oh)

Ain't fuckin' with your ass tonight if you been drinkin' girl (Oh, oh)

I keep that blick onside my waist and I tote knives in jail

Got music playin' and I got all these hoes up in here (Bop, bop bop)

I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

Plenty money in this bitch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God (Oh, oh, oh)

And we gon' — Baow (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

We gon' jig all night, we gon' party all night (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

Gon' get loaded all night, gon' be drinkin' all night

Look, she wan' pop that pussy for me, she want me to eat her coochie

She want ride up in my Lambo, she don't want to have to roof in it

Pussy ass nigga, all that lookin' like I just won't shoot it

Huh, huh, huh, huh pussy boy, baow, baow

Thirty stick, I'm totin' it in the crowd, that my youngin' goin' dumb

Pistol P make you twitch, BabyJoe make sure you done

All these guns 'round this bitch, all I know is redrum

All this money around this bitch, I just know to buy me somethin'

We'll shoot that stick at you and your clique

Nigga, motherfuck 'bout where you from

Nigga, I'm with 6 and I'm out that North, you know exactly how I come

Bullets flyin' back to back, bang bang, knock you somethin'

Make sure you hit 'em in his hat, baow baow, that's a dome

Gangster shit, gangster shit, don't come 'round you ain't gangster bitch

Catch a opp, we gon' paint the bitch, swervin' back to back, SRT

Put that pussy on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)

Leave that pussy in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd

I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

Plenty money in this bitch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God

Change lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Dmac on the fuckin' track

Goddamn, BJ with another one (Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)

(Pain only, oh, oh)

(Pain only, oh, oh, oh) Uh

(Pain, oh, oh) It's YoungBoy

Get yourself together, come on

You was lovin' them, I was lovin' you

I'm in love with you but can't be with you

What the fuck I'm 'posed to do? (What?)

Treat me like a lame, I don't play games like I don't notice you (Like I don't notice)

What the fuck is it I'm missin' that he givin' that I don't show you? (That I ain't show)

I done sat up in the prison all night, wishin' that I'm holdin' you

Tryna make my money, bring me close to you, I'm feelin' sorry

Love ain't borrowed, it ain't bought, it won't be taken back tomorrow (Taken back tomorrow)

Feel this shameless fuckin' game left him stretched out 'bout his boy

Body left inside the car, they started arguin' 'bout that boy

Feel like I'm losin' my sane (Oh)

Pain only thing make change

Before anything, I'm a man (A man)

You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change

I gotta eat too (Eat), I'm in the streets, too

Caught up in some beef, too, I tucked it, I leave you (Brrt)

Pussy nigga, I could reach you (I could reach you)

Teach your bitch a lesson for to teach you (Teach you)

Exotic cars, glass house but this bitch bulletproof

That's how you gotta ride around when they wan' get at you (At you)

Shoot at the whip, jump out this bitch, and go to spin at you

Everybody that's in gon' hit at you, headshot to finish you

Self defense, still throw the tool (Baow, baow, go)

Pain only thing make change

On the other hand, thuggin', tryna keep my sane

God, there's a reason I'm clutching', they wan' bust my brain (Mm)

No, I can't trust her all 'cause she converse about feelin' my man

Dirty game

Feel like I'm losin' my sane

Pain only thing make change

Before anything, I'm a man

You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change

I thought you loved a nigga for a nigga

I come to you, won't be neglected

She might wan' sex me, don't ask your bestie, she don't want you or the man

Seen a nigga, he looked like a dyke until they told me what his name

Your face and neck, you got my name

Won't give a fuck 'bout if you change

Tryna make a dollar while I watch my partner

They wan' see me lose my dignity

Money don't bring class, I'm breaded bad, they cannot get to me

Half a ticket to this bitch, still, she is not shit to me

Bullets tearin' through the car, they plan on bendin' me

Epitome from poverty, I'm stuck in this economy

I put money in they pockets although they still plan on robbin' me

Knowin' I gotta watch 'em, I don't like 'em for to ride with me

Know that I'm a Dada, might still pay 'em for to slide for me

Roller coaster, get on top of me, fuck me good, see my face, lick the Nene

Or kiss the diamond, I close my eyes and vision so much that I see

Could barely sleep, I barely eat, I roll that dope up in the mornin'

Crack of dawn, and catch him comin' out his house, we crack his dome in

Head off

Drive right, flyin' past, we see police

Bro, take that pin from out your gun

Don't be scared, nah

We get caught, we gon' beat this shit

Might be two years before we done

Get the drop, we blitz they shit

We fight, we whoopin' shit, it ain't never one on one (It ain't never one on one)

That's my lil' brother, I know he thuggin'

It's gon' go down, he had me come

Feel like I'm losin' my sane

Pain only thing make change

Before anything, I'm a man

You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change

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