SuperBowl lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Your body, your smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring 'fore my time go
I, you should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me, yeah
You choose, you, you, ooh
Don't decide on me, you could count on me, yeah
'Round I go
Havin' you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl
'Cause you super, super, super, super
That's exactly what I told her
Shorty been standin' on business like a soldier
Got in fights through it all and she still ain't foldin'
They ain't give me my credit but she always notice
She can get it all back everytime I'm out rollin'
So many niggas she coulda had, but I was chosen
My last did me dirty, left me stuck with my 30
Fell in love with this fashion
Spend a check in a hurry
They like when I'm hurting
They don't love me, no worries
They don't deserve me (Oh nah)
Help me change, don't you curve me
Your body, your smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring 'fore my time go (Oh, oh)
I, you should bet on me (Your eyes)
Eyes, keep 'em set on me, yeah
You choose, you, you, ooh (You)
Don't decide on me, you could count on me, yeah
'Round I go ('Round I go)
Havin' you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl (I won, I won)
'Cause you super, super, super, super (Super)
And you know I blow a check
Put up on your arm, new Patek
Solitary diamonds layin' around your neck
Flex, baby, I ain't gon' do 'em like that
That girl think she that 'cause a new Corvette
Bet, we gon' get the Rolls on they ass
Layin' in the console, whole lotta cash
Yeah, told me not to smoke in the Jag'
They don't want to hear me on a song when I'm sad (No)
They don't want to see me when I'm speakin' how you bad (No)
They don't want to hear a nigga gettin' money with your dad (No)
They don't even want probably see me out of jail
Missin' every moment, you'll trip while you here
Stuck 'round like she came back from the dead
She still love a nigga while another girl here
My last did me dirty
Left me stuck with my 30
Fell in love with this fashion
Spend a check in a hurry
They like when I'm hurting
They don't love me no worries
They don't deserve me
Help me change, don't you curve me
Your body, your smile, it be everything
I should make you everything
I should buy a wedding ring 'fore my time go
I, you should bet on me
Eyes, keep 'em set on me, yeah
You choose, you, you, ooh (You)
Don't decide on me, you could count on me, yeah (Uh)
'Round I go (Uh)
Havin' you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl (I won, cause you super)
(Super, super, super)
Can we just get married?
Yeah
I don't like to be played with
Me neither
Territorial lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
She say you my territorial
(Mano)
(OG Parker)
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It's hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain't get what I deserved
30 round drac' in a widebody
Leave somebody's son dead in the middle of the road
T-O-X-I-C, money all I think
Real all real dreams
Chrome Hearted shades, gotta keep that manslaughter tucked up in my jeans
12 on the way, Redeye get away, they gon' high speed chase
I ain't gotta penetrate, that girl got some pace
She bust, I bust it back and put it all on her face
She tell me to don't go, she know I'm gon' leave
Before you know it I put all of my clothes on and I'm gone
But, you know I'm coming back, I call your mama house my home
I'm feeling like my mind poisoned and everything I'm thinking wrong
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul
They coming for mines
Tell 'em they ain't frightening or scaring me, no
They just wanna hurt me, but they know one thing, that I'm riding with my pole
You got me there forever I'm with you, they ain't give a fuck 'bout a nigga
I'm taking trips all alone and now that I want to be with 'em
She text my phone like, "I miss you" knowing that she fuck with a nigga
Soul fighting for me for the thug in me strictly been your intentions
I get mad in a minute, my heart deep up in it
We been doing this one year, they say it's time to experience
Take a flight to explore, make sure I'm up the attendant
Before you wasted time and told a lie, you should've told me good riddance
Know it's only me behind that tint when I slide
'Cause she say she notice certain shit about my Rolls Royce
Guessing she don't only notice it's a dent in the side
Real double-R shit, I park it, switch it to my Rover
She say you mine, you so territorial
She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know
You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road
Tryna find some good in this route I chose
Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul
I slang that thang for my main man
Let go this game for the love of my main thang
Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change
Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain
It's hurtful to hurt somebody
Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain't get what I deserved
30 round drac' in a widebody
Leave somebody's son dead in the middle of the road
Testimony lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
(Scalez)
(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back")
Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh
You already know how I do it when I come
I'ma spit some gangster shit to you
You hear me? (Uh)
Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times
I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind
Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money
I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine
Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah
Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it
This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at
All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax
Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga
I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga
Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga
Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin'
Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us"
Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em
I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him
Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me
Young rockstar, oh, my God
I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide
Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes
See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night
Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it
This is my testimony, yeah
Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me
I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me
I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me
Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me
Big .45 drum up on me with a beam
I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh)
Save my soul
Oh, I miss my old self (Yeah)
Save my soul
Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back")
Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin'
I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets
Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body
What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper
Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times
I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind
Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money
I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine
Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it
This is my testimony, yeah
Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me
I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me
I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me
Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me
Big .45 drum up on me with a beam
I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no
The Realest lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Honorable Court
I ain't gon lie, you the best thing that ever happened to me
You ain't nothin like my last, and I met a lotta bad boo (yeah)
Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle
Say if they get money we gone get that money faster
Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a rapper
No need to move fast we just started on this chapter
I might fuck them other niggas cause I feel I'm the realest
I ain't worried bout these hoes cause I feel like you the sickest
Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this
Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it
Livin' like a rapper told you that I'm not a trapper (not a trapper)
Bought like the business sayin, Daddy you are not a bad
Hit it from the back you clap tryna catch a breath you gassed
Take you for the seater ocean baby I'm signed to Atlanta
Take you through the North show you what them summers bout
Thuggin with my daws whole lotta guns out
Tell you that I love but don't trust you that is not my fault
Take me where your head is, touchin where legs is
You won't get some money at the show, I show you where the bread is
Take me ya on top of you, girl you shouldn't of said this
Move you from the couch and Ima take you where the bed is
Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle
Say if they get money we gone get that money faster
Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a rapper
No need to move fast we just started on this chapter
I might fuck them other niggas cause I feel I'm the realest
I ain't worried bout these hoes cause I feel like you the sickest
Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this
Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it
Hold on
Everybody say I'm gunna cash out, hit it from the back pull your hair like a rag doll
Really get it in, every time in the trap house
Fuckin' you harder, I tell you don't tap out
Mix it well so I'm like what's that bout
Cop full of Glock everytime that I leave out
Say that you bleedin we wait on the sex
I tell you lay it down bitch you gone bleed out
Baby you already knowin' that I'm reckless (that I'm reckless)
We gettin' in, we be thuggin in my section
Had a talk with God, told him you feel like heaven
Diamonds on my arm BBS in your necklace (shine)
Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle
Say if they get money we gone get that money faster
Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a rapper
No need to move fast we just started on this chapter (chapter)
I might fuck them other niggas cause I feel I'm the realest
I ain't worried bout these hoes cause I feel like you the sickest
Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this
Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it
The Story Of O.J. (Top Version) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Uh, I'm ready
I had to tell these bitch-ass niggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy
Northside 38
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (Still nigga)
My skin is black (Still nigga)
My-
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Still nigga (That's me, what they talkin' bout?)
Still nigga
I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why your favorite rapper so fake-influenced
Telling you he gon' do things, that he
Never wasn't gon' do, that's the Mandela Effect
'Til the kids don't understand shit they do
What the fuck you doing?
These bitch-ass niggas still gon' criticize it 'cause they don't understand
Fuck you gon' criticize a made man? (You a bitch)
Bitch-ass nigga gon' go to the grave playing with this
I been said it and I'ma stand on it
Thought I was the biggest boss having all my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as my pack had weighed up, the fuck?
My nigga was my favorite chef 'til the dish was fucked up
I guess somewhere was leftovers, the buyer said the food was stepped on too much
The Shade Room was posting things, they ain't understand how I'm living, slime
But they wouldn't understand how I'm twenty clockin' over ten million now, huh?
I seen labels the new-age slavery, so I partnered up
I'm a CEO now, I own a percentage of United Masters, tell 'em hate me (Fuck it)
This shit ain't no fugazi, I'm tryna convince Fee to tell Reginae how big the shit gon' be if we have a baby
But I'm serious, though (I'm serious)
We made a God, so no one is crazy
But the man thinkin' he get ten percent from me allowing him to allow someone else to pay me, dumb bitch
Fuck it, hit the kill switch, making sure it's over with
Aim and blow the bitch, strapped down, soldier shit, never be no more of this
Top number one, knocking down buildings, 9/11
Riding down Canal with a PTR, bitch, it be mistaken for a MAC-11
Tell me what his soul say, let the song play with them open doors in heaven
My youngin just sold a seven, I just put ten on that pussy bitch who tellin'
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Shit, still nigga
(Oh, they don't like that, huh?)
Bitch-ass nigga, still nigga, Top
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him (I'ma talk to 'em)
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member (You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma preach like a preacher)
Still nigga, that's me (I'ma sing to these motherfuckers)
Still nigga (You feel me? Say let that thing blow)
Got enough money, I can get it by the bale, score, I need more to sell
Tryna buy land, need another property for to hide it if it's stale
Been leavin' dead bodies where my mama I grew up, got the police on my trail
Preventin' them dead homis, I kept going hard, I blew up up out this world
How you think I feel jumping out that Rolls with my son seeing that?
Shoot this big strap right where unc' at, hidin', wherever they want it, just send that
He a made nigga, tote a hundred rounds, probably bootin' up off a ten pack
With a bitch with him probably in love with one of his brothers, she ain't never seen that
Niggas scheming, I just sit back
You've been scoping, we gon' blitz that
You best believe this that pure motherfuckin' codeine, this ain't no cognac
On the block, leave 'em stretched out, opp lurkin' 'til the morning
Talking soon the sun come in, nigga run in, crack his dome in
Then we pull off in the SRT, that's my nigga Herm girl with me
Convicted felon rollin', smokin' all morning with another five years on my hip
These niggas hoes, I know it, come around this way, we bound to show it
I'm in this bitch with killers and I see they face and the whole city know it
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Skin is black (Shit, still nigga)
My skin is black (Still nigga)
My-
Young nigga, OG demeanor, they don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member (Talk that)
Still nigga (It's me, 4KTrey, fuck they talkin' 'bout?)
Still nigga
Haha, I'm fucked up
You heard me? I wasn't even 'posed to come in here sweet, bitch, you made me sweet
Get it right on 'em
This Not A Song, This For My Supporters lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Uh, XO
(Simo Fre just killed this)
I'm startin' to think
I'm startin' to think...
As I start to promote the peace I say, "Stop the violence," I think I'm incitin' a riot
(D-Roc)
If you ain't hear me clear, my nigga
I said, "As I start to promote the peace I say, "Stop the violence," I think I'm incitin' a riot"
Ya heard me?
Ahh, huh
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
And these pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
Yeah, I know you know they want to kill me in Atlanta and every city out here
Pussy nigga gon' get his issue 'cause they knowin' that I'm out here and I'm gon' kill
They have to learn that hurtin' people here is not the way now
I had to learn my ways poisonin' my child
Twelve bodies and one child dead, "Stop the violence" what I fuckin' said
I want to see you eat, you don't want beef with me
I ain't even tryna bust ya fuckin' head
My city not no bad city, no, Mr. Government
But, it's the holidays, everybody broke, so you knowin' that's why it's trouble sent
I'm Rolls Royce ridin', please don't tell me who said somethin'
I know this ain't right, God please forgive, I misled some
These pussy niggas ain't more better than me, I count up twelve, nigga
Now I got to change, you ain't got nothin' to do with me, I'm goin' to Hell, nigga
My baby mama don't fuck with me no more
Can't my thug with bro'nem no more
Nightmare to me, I ain't wanna drop a bag 'cause them pussy niggas bringin' pressure, and I know
But, I been told you, "Leave them streets alone"
And, I been told you that we both on
Now, you wanna let a broke nigga drag you to your grave?
I'm sorry, now, you on your own
Havin' my way, that stinky ho know that I'll have her inside my home
Even though my girl don't like you, bitch, if I fuck with you, that's the time I'm on
My mama know how I could get down
But, know I ain't leavin' this journey, I'm on
I ain't never confessin', but I got missionaries sittin' inside my home
I done did hard drugs
I done seen plenty killings, woah
Now, you know I know how to rap, I ain't even rappin' right now, I'm just talkin' to you clear
I'm tryna get you to see, it's a bigger side of life, just listen with your ears
And keep your eyes peeled
'Cause it ain't no comin' back once you get killed
I FaceTimed my brother that Blood me in, you see this big, "4L," on my neck
Pussy nigga had the nerve to text me back and say, "Who the fuck is this?"
Now, that's cold, slime
And you know where I'm at 'cause big brother fuck with them niggas and they hoes
And I already know you know how I get down, Five
And you knowin' how I roll
Ha, and tell that nigga I say, "Thank you," for tellin' me save my money, now I'm strong
I got C-Murder on my phone
Tellin' me when he get home he gon' protect me from the edge of my bed with a K
'Cause these niggas want me gone
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
I know you feel the Devil reachin' for you (Ooh, ooh)
But, I got you, my nigga
I'm gon' lead you, I got you, I got you, my nigga
Protect you from all this evil
Know you listenin' to this song right now
I'm on side you, inside your home right now, with my chrome out
And I'm facin' every Devil comin' your way
I'mma burn that bitch straight in his face
And tell them people I say, "Motherfuck what they say"
Better not fuck up my nails, I don't not play
I don't play at all, my nigga, nah
Know I'll knock 'em down, my nigga, baow
But, that's what they want us to do, I ain't finna be out here killin' my own kind
Shawty whole family evil and they controlled by the fuckin' money
But, I come from nothin', and for that right reason, I don't give a fuck 'bout goin' back to nothin'
And, it heart my heart that Kanye let them people break his soul
How the fuck that go? Nigga, stand your own!
Nigga, hold your ground! You strong!
I ain't preachin' no evil, but, for the right reason, I can teach ya
How to load up and knock these bitches down
You can believe that, my nigga
Damn, I finally made it to this day, now, I'm here to say, "I'm finna get married in a couple days"
And, I look to the sky and I say, "Thank you, Lord"
Shawty say he gon' boom me on camera, and I ain't got no more fight inside my heart
So, if you run into me, I'm just gon' let it go down, I ain't scared, my boy
I'm overdue anyway
Why you think that boy from my city who y'all think murder man wanna down a nigga 'bout the paint on top my face?
It's really a money thing
That nigga mad that I'm holdin'
That nigga mad that I'm chosen and he been doin' this his whole life, and I passed that bitch up
Uh, you hatin' bitch, I see you out here misleadin' them kids
When you ain't never had a fight in your life or had a fight with a nigga 'til you learned
Ain't no more of y'all got no more fight
Huh? You a bitch, nigga, and I mean that
You can kill me, I don't wanna do you nothin', slime
I done seen plenty killings, almost lost my soul strung out on dope
Respect for many women, sad to say that most these bitches hoes
You better not bump GloRilla, bitch, you gon' get kicked up out this home
You ain't fuckin' with no fuck nigga, bitch you know I'm the realest round, yeah
I know they gon' try to switch up my words
Man, tell that girl, let's do a song
I'm wide awake and I'm glad to say, she doin' better than hoes I had around
I pass out hundred thousands through the day, bitch, you can't say I don't hold it down
Tell the ShadeRoom, I'ma sue you bitches
Talkin' 'bout, "YoungBoy said," you're dead wrong
You're dead wrong, bitch
You ain't see me come from my page and say nothin'
And you say, "YoungBoy said," you're dead wrong
Ya heard me? You stanky bitch
You hatin' bitch
You wanna post shit 'bout black people all day
Bitch don't post nothin' positive, you dirty ho
And whoever you is behind that bitch hidin' your face, nigga, fuck you
Ya heard me? This the slime, believe that
I'm strong, nigga, I'm strong
XO, one more time for all the real niggas
And all, and all the trill bitches, ya heard me?
And all the kids who really, who really need to hear what I'm sayin'
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin' (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin' (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These pussy niggas gon' tell up on me
I feel yo' pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
Hold on, oh, child
Huh, you got to understand
Everybody, ayy, everybody
Whoever, man, whoever in your face, just remember, everybody got flaws, my nigga
Ya heard me?
Don't let these bitch ass niggas tell you what no real gangster is, ya heard me?
For to flunk you out and lose your life?
Man, these bitch-ass niggas don't know what it, don't know what it mean to fight
'Til neither one of these niggas got no more fight in them, you heard me?
You are the nigga that you fightin'
I'm talkin' 'bout, ayy, it's, it's serious like that, you heard me?
Them bitch-ass niggas don't know what it mean to fight
Until he ain't got no more fight left in him, or the nigga he fightin' don't got no more fight left in him, slime
Hm, these bitch-ass niggas ain't never slung that iron theyselves, son
I'm tryna tell you, bro, these niggas bitches, man
You could believe that, man, and I'm with you
I'm on side you right now, I'm on side you in your Hellcat, my nigga
Whatever you in, I'm on side you in your bucket while you thuggin'
You heard me? I'm on side you in your home, and I got my chrome out
And I'm layin' down, every Devil come around
I'm layin', I'm down, you heard me?
You, ayy, I'm good for, ayy, I'm out that North, bitch, I'm good for two
I'm good for three, you can count on me, nigga, belive that
I got you, I'm gon' protect you
I ain't got nobody to help me right now, you heard me?
Ayy, but, you see how I'm holdin' up, huh?
I refuse to be broken, my nigga
I refuse to be broken, ayy
I got my family against me right now
I got the women that I loved my whole life, ayy
Through all my trials and tribulation against me right now, my nigga
I ain't got nobody with me, but, guess what
I could believe that you with me, you heard me?
Long as you ain't sittin' there right now tryna down a nigga, it's gangster
Hm, and XO, I told you, this ain't no song, bitch
You gon' have to, if you want me to stop talkin' you better end the beat
'Cause I ain't gon' stop, I got a lot to preach
These bitches hate YB, hm, and they gon' hate you too
Hm, they gon' hate you too, nigga, comin' through in your coupe
You heard me? When you get your money up, you heard me?
When you, when you wide awoke seein' with this world, and these people tryna do us
Huh, yeah
I'm groovy, I don't need hoes, believe that
And you ain't stoppin' that, and you ain't makin' me change myself, you heard me?
Huh, you can ask me 'bout my face paint
You can ask be 'bout, ayy, you can ask me 'bout these nails
You can ask me why they painted 'cause guess what, I did this to myself
And as I put this on, it bring a whole other level of nonchalant
I don't give a fuck
And you gon' help me stop the violence
'Cause if you don't, you gon' take your fall
'Cause that pussy ass shit you doin' ain't gon' last long
Believe that
Biggest Five, nigga
Tweet Bird lyrics - NBA YoungBoy (feat. Rojay MLP, Meechy Baby, P Yungin, RJAE)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Call herself breaking up with me and said I'm a sweety tweet
If I need help and I'm fucked up, you need more help than me
Yeah
Think you playin' me
Don't play with me
No, I can't control you, gon' do what I say long as you stay with me
Uh
Okay
Let's go
I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rise
Why shouldn't I quit it? It's bringin' me down
She ain't all in, I don't want her, no, gotta have it all, she knowing that
Already know what the type of time I'm on, rich nigga, I don't wanna go out sad
You ain't even gotta laugh with me, smile, or pretend like you mine
Pretend like you feeling slime
When you really feeling like I ain't shit inside
Insecure, walking dead, he a lonely nigga
He ain't loyal to him, he ain't loyal to y'all
Only care about his self when his feelings involved
Bitch made me come out my drawers
Then say I need help when she took my phone
And call herself tryna cut me off
I got three Cuban links as my bracelets right now
Tryna stay on shine, keep your mind on money, all the other shit, I ain't worried about
Fuck around, nigga get took off when that birdy call
I ain't even tryna fuck around, all that murder man shit, know you niggas heard about
Call herself breaking up with me and said I'm a sweety tweet
If I need help and I'm fucked up, you need more help than me
Yeah
Think you playin' me
Don't play with me
[Rojay MLP:]
How could you leave me in this state? It's like we never united
She ask me where I wanna go, you know I stay undecided
Can't have my business up in public, I like keeping it private
I thought you mattered, girl, you gassing me, no, you not solid (Okay)
Liquid in my body, so I sleep through the nonsense
Not tonight, we ain't alright, we stay immune to violence
Need them bands, stick to the plan, got a touch like Midas
She say that I'm dope, if you ain't know, then you should try it
[NBA Meechy Baby:]
Feel like we got a lack of communication, hold on, let's talk
Feel like our love, we lost
If you wanna leave now, I'll help pack up and put your shit in the car
Matter fact, call a Uber, I'ma take back the car
Let me cherish it all, let me have back my heart
I kept it all the way, I was playing my part
And you know I ain't treat you like them other hoes
And you know 'fore you hurt me, I'll let you go
Fucking these hoes, I ain't trusting these hoes
Wanna be single forever, put that on my soul
Don't need no love, no
Don't need no love, no
[P Yungin:]
Let's take a break and we can fall right back on track, like, woah
I'ma keep it real with you, just sit back and relax your soul
Yeah, you wet like water, when I jump inside, yeah, it feel like a boat
Sometimes I wish I was your friend so I could say you a groupie ho
Don't need to check my stylist, nigga
These niggas want me, they be wilding, nigga
Sixteen, got two under my pockets, nigga
Don't need cologne, my smell be blinding niggas
[RJAE:]
Yeah, yeah
I let you bottle my emotions, can I get 'em back?
Okay, I fuck with you like you my blood, but I can't get attached
Say that you need me, don't think that you do
Hate the way that we are, but I'm seeing it through, ooh
Say you got my back, but no one got me like I do, ooh
Even though you got me screwed up
Don't wanna grab that tool, no
I'd rather just move on, yeah
Tired of singing that same old song
Time for a new one, yeah
Need a new song with a new bitch and a brand new G-lock, yeah
Whole gang gon' hold it down until the day they free Top (Let's go)
Unchartered Love lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again
Mommy, India got the beats
Baby (Baby), I know (I know)
You see me (See me) ridin' all alone (Alone)
Baby (Baby), come see (Come see)
The good in me 'cause they won't accept me and I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
Or maybe it's just I'm too thug for all this shit
I lost my thugs behind this shit
I'm thanking God for blessing me from above with all this shit
Let go of my love behind this shit 'cause ain't no trust inside all this
Neither of us wrong, I just wanna make sure our bond always exists
I took the wrong route, made it out, see me now
Fuck all the charges and the blogs, they never brought me down
They gon' remember what they told me 'fore they lay me down
Ride for my bros cause I'ma soldier, I'm leaving blood through the town
I ain't never changed, you can't say the same
Still want more revenge behind Dave
Chippewa Northside 38 on my knees, grandma taught me how to pray
I be wanting you inside my life but you out there fucking 'round with these lames
And I would try to make it right but you would try to make me feel ashamed
Come here, your friends too, it's alright
Come over, stay for the night, for the night
Young nigga, broke heart, take your motherfucking soul
Finna hit 5 and my oldest son ain't even fucking 5 years old
Baby (Baby), I know (I know)
You see me (See me) ridin' all alone (Alone)
Baby (Baby), come see (Come see)
The good in me 'cause they won't accept me and I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
Even though we had our moments
Why the fuck you still gon' leave me 'lone?
When you know these people around me ain't right
When you know that they only 'round for my money
I remember calling yo' phone at night soon as I had caught my first homi'
Never gave a thing to me in yo' life
For to make it right, you accept the money
And I know some things that you ain't tell
Playin' on me like I gave yo' number out, but you really fuck with him
Fuck the model, I take the summers off
I replace the bitch with gems
Do dirty work in fuckin' Timbs
We leave the mark above the rim
You was like my brother, why the fuck you cross that line?
Blew that fat bitch mind before he tried
Not a army bigger that won't slay me, oh I
Guns to yo' head, we let that smoke float to the sky
Born in, 'fore it all end, leave this message for my child
Baby (Baby), I know (I know)
You see me (See me) ridin' all alone (Alone)
Baby (Baby), come see (Come see)
The good in me 'cause they won't accept me and I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
We Shot Him In His Head Huh lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Don't wan' fuck with me
(17)
You niggas don't wan' fuck with me
(D-Roc)
(Yeah) I'm in this bitch, and I do my shit
And, I- Slime (Baow, baow)
ChopaBoy got a stick, and he'll shoot it in this bitch (What it is, nigga?)
Look
Left your partner dead, huh
We shot him in his head, huh
DOJ invest in me, I'm caught up with the feds, huh
Hold on, boom, youngin put him on the news
Saw a video, ain't move
I told him that I'm out my mind, I'm a fuckin' fool
Who wan' come play with us? Bitch, we got them Ks with us (Them Ks)
Man, fuck your Sprinter van, bitch, we'll shoot it up (Grave)
Real gravedigger, I'll tie your fuckin' momma up, lil' nigga (Yeah)
187, we tryna get these bitches knocked off
Catch me creepin' through your window on my tip toes (Baow, baow)
Got a bad bitch in here with me on her tiptoes
Make her bend it over, then I press it 'til I can't no more
Checked his phone, he was on FaceTime with his momma
Ask him, will I take his soul, nigga? (Baow, baow)
Bitch you knowin' how- Hold on, nigga (Baow, baow)
Knock that pussy off his toes
My heart gone, my soul gone, pussy, I been goin' through it
Tear it down or shoot it out, it's any way that you wanna do it, nigga
I'm in this bitch, I with that shit, I keep that stick, bitch, play with me, I get you hit
Lil' boy, YoungBoy (Yeah)
(Baow, baow) I'm in this bitch, I'm doin' my dance, I'm murder man
I keep some tucked inside my pants, nigga (Baow)
I wanna get one to murder (Murder)
Take your face off, bitch, knock your head off
I wanna get one to murder (Murder)
I'm talkin' 'bout pullin' up, jumpin' out, we chase you down
Who wan' come play with us? Bitch, we got them Ks with us (Yeah)
Man, fuck your Sprinter van, bitch, we'll shoot it up (Grave)
Real gravedigger, I'll tie your fuckin' momma up, lil' nigga
You a bitch, a pure ho, just tell me if you want it with us (Let's do it)
I wanna get one to murder
Take your face off, bitch (I'm Lil Top, nigga), knock your head off (It's Top, bitch)
I wanna get one to murder (Yeah)
I'm talkin' 'bout pullin' up, jumpin' out, we chase shit down
Go ask my momma, she was the first to tell me, "Kill that pussy nigga"
I, I, I been wildin', I been out my body
He been talkin' all that shit from over Insta 'til the day we caught him
I wanna get one to murder
Take your face off, bitch, knock your head off
I wanna get one to murder (Grr)
I'm talkin' 'bout pullin' up, jumpin' out, we chase shit down (Boom, bah)
Hold on (It's murder gang)
Bang, bang, bang, bitch
Brrt, bah-baow-baow
Yeah
Whap Whap (Remix) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Shopkeeper, run the music
Suh you wanna pull up, pop a dot
Suh you hear my gun talk, clap clap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Kentrell keep a gun
Gun up in his pants, niggas won't kill Top
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop, pop
I bleed, gangster, bleed out
Make a nigga bleed, I'm known to take one head off
Hitman, I'm gon' keep me a rifle
Demon, and I'm strike you on sight
Hold on
Bullets hot than I
One stripe, only thing that I heard of
Murder, two murdered, that's another homicide
Northside at night
Them guns got- got all the girls
Bop, bop, pussy nigga, lay it down
Rudeboy, don't respect nothin' 'round
Ra da, show your tata, like lay it out
Uh huh, "You like it?", then I turn that ass around
Bop, bop, gunsmoke, my town
Police in my home, stupid bloodclaat
Put you on the news, how we do on my side
Where we all ride
You feel it there? Who that is? That's them gravediggers, them 4KTrey
They don't wan'- They don't wan' do that, I'll be here though
Bloodshed, bloodshed, bloodshed
Bust heads, pop, pop, bust heads
How we did that boy 'bout what he said
Top, Top, Top, Top, Top
Shawty fuck wit' me, she fuckin' gangster off the top
Grah, grah, boom, boom, bop, bop, rah, bop
Gotta keep a Glock wit' my eyes on the clock (Kaya)
Oh, you wanna do it like that?
How my gun sound, my guy?
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Kentrell killing, oh, he thinkin' that he tough?
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Whap Whap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
Whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap, whap
(Murder)
Who I Am lyrics - Sosamann X NBA Youngboy
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
I'm gone off molly, the Devil inside me
Don't stand on the side of me, know you ain't gon' die for me
TSF and Sosa in here with me
Pour me up, I keep drinking lean
Chasing money by any means
All that shit don't get to me
You know who I am
Z06 is way faster than a Lamb'
You know I won't spam
He get out his body, you know I'ma blam
It happened again, God damn
I gotta kill one of my fam'
I don't sing on the cam
These people don't know who I am
These niggas fake, I swear I'm real
Shit that they say, you know I don't feel them
Whole lot of bodies, you know I'ma killer
Stepped on that boy, he played with my nigga
Big racks on me, taking a picture
Don't get too close with the camera
Under my shirt the hammer
Broke ass nigga, I'll nail him
I was posted in banks with Dale and them
Sippin' them lies, don't tell sell them
Through the North, run from 12 and them
I'm moving the bricks above the rim
Big Bank Sosa, and that's on Sauce
I'm up in this bitch with Sosa and them
And I put this on CBo, nigga you ain't getting close to him
I'm gone off molly, the Devil inside me
Don't stand on the side of me, know you ain't gon' die for me
TSF and Sosa in here with me
Pour me up, I keep drinking lean
Chasing money by any means
All that shit don't get to me
You know who I am
Z06 is way faster than a Lamb'
You know I won't spam
He get out his body, you know I'ma blam
It happened again, God damn
I gotta kill one of my fam'
I don't sing on the cam
These people don't know who I am
[Sosamann:]
These people don't know who I am
Ayy, these people don't never gon' have a clue
And I know that lil nigga a Roody-Poo
And I'm stuck off the lean, like I'm sippin' glue
Why you toting that strap when you not gon' shoot?
Why you toting that strap like you big and bad?
With NBA YoungBoy, we get him splat
Hey, I brought the lil bitch for the bigger bag
I'm rockin' all gold, but no Trinidad
I just copped a Franckie, it's all flooded
The bitches they hug me, they wanna love me
We kickin' that shit, like we playing Rugby
I gave him some drip, keep the money coming
I just poured an eight in a two liter
I just took my wrist out the freezer
You play and get hit with the Eagle
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
I'm gone off molly, the Devil inside me
Don't stand on the side of me, know you ain't gon' die for me
TSF and Sosa in here with me
Pour me up, I keep drinking lean
Chasing money by any means
All that shit don't get to me
You know who I am
Z06 is way faster than a Lamb'
You know I won't spam
He get out his body, you know I'ma blam
It happened again, God damn
I gotta kill one of my fam'
I don't sing on the cam
These people don't know who I am
Who You Supposed To Be (Scotty Cain Diss) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
You know when you sent that address, you know that I pulled up
Said you was in the cut? Bitch stop lying, Zoe told me where you was
Its one of me and three of ya'll, I ain't trippin' I know what that was
Catch 'em while he waiting for that nasty bitch outside the club
Stand down to who? Bitch who you supposed to be
Drew down with that burner and ain't use it, whats that 'posed to be?
Bitch y'all tipped in, not one of y'all can say y'all took YB
Tears falling down my face still letting em know it ain't no hoe in me
Everything with a nigga money can't spend it, might as well say your name
Tore up ass nigga, with them hand me ass down chains
Walked in this bitch by myself, no I don't need a gang
Put your hands on me, I don't wanna fight, you gon' catch one to the brain (bang)
Niggas ain't your niggas if you ain't up, then they gon' get you split
But I know how to play that game, I won't be a victim
16 with a dirty pistol, I feel like fuck a nigga
Play me you gon' get your issue, and that's for any nigga
Win You Over lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Haha, Haze)
I've been on the crossroads
(JC got that beat knockin')
You said that I'm wrong, I admit that you right
Still after all I can say that I tried
You call me through the night
Ain't my fault that I ain't answer, you should be on my side
Your friend like, "I told y'all" (Told y'all)
Ain't know him (Know him)
When I just wanna win you over (Over)
See me, I'm a soldier, won't hurt you come closer (Oh yeah)
They tempted, I just steady finish ballin' on them (Oh, oh)
Under my Rolls Royce, set them Forgiatos
Got me like, "Oh Lord, what is it that ion know?"
Is it that they using me? Maybe it's my time to go
None of them ain't true to me, I can't quit my styrofoam
I feel like my mind gone (Mind gone), never would amount to shit
They just wanna find out that (They just wanna found out that)
They just plan on doubtin' me, they don't really got my back
After all, they still clown me'
Multi-millionaire from across the track (Cross the track)
Tryna feel your love runnin' through my body
[?], designer seats, sip my lean, World War Z
These niggas try take somethin' off it's gon' be World War III
I don't want, don't need no nigga
My second baby momma gon' drive for free
Yeah, do that time for me (Oh)
I know bro be toting that castin', slang that iron for me
Got too much money, make sure my youngin' got on a timeless piece (Shine)
Got plenty lands, [?], who plan on findin' me?
Death round I'm movin' fast, I can't listen who on side of me
You said that I'm wrong, I admit that you right
Still after all I can say that I tried
You call me through the night
Ain't my fault that I ain't answer, you should be on my side
Your friend like, "I told y'all" (I told y'all)
Ain't know him (Ain't know him)
When I just wanna win you over (Win you over)
See me, I'm a soldier, won't hurt you come closer
They tempted, I just steady finish ballin' on 'em (Ballin')
Say that she from Queens (Queens, yeah, Queens, yeah)
Okay, I'm way from the Nawf, look like you made for a King
She said why you like guns, they take lifeys (Life, life)
I don't want let myself get taken off
I won't go home as the news
Olympic pool in my crib (Olympic in my crib)
Y'all don't understand the way that I hit (Don't understand the way that I hit)
Yeah, think I'm a dawg, I ain't got no hoes in here
You ain't got no tints (No tints), send the ho the Texaco (Texaco)
I'm the one they stretchin' for
Tryna know and match the flow, oh yeah
Two Suburbans, I'm on Bourbon, with that Calico
Get a bitch to drive a hole damn brick of that fentanyl
She just want her tits done, that's all (That's all)
You said that I'm wrong, I admit that you right
Still after all I can say that I tried
You call me through the night
Ain't my fault that I ain't answer, you should be on my side
Your friend like, "I told y'all"
You ain't know him
When I just wanna win you over
See me, I'm a soldier, won't hurt you come closer
They tempted, I just steady finish ballin' on 'em
With Me lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Man, I gotta lay off the peyote)
(Khaliel)
Let me see your... Let me see your wrist
Now look at my wrist
Now you know damn well you ain't gon' shine hard as me, girl
Nah, you fresh though, I ain't gon' lie
I see you with your Balenciagas on and
I got both pair too
I told 'em, I was like
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
Patek on you and I got her one too, yeah, okay
I see Dior what you rockin' and she done bought me Jimmy Choo
Foreign coupe, smashin' in the lane, baby, yeah, yeah
Two for two, numbers in my head, I'm the trap kid
Bad bitch, bend her over, get your back bent
Maxin' off lean, relaxin', still I'm not bad built
She want me to take care of her through the whole year
Throne me, I get it on here, I don't belong here
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
Come and get on top
And don't stop, oh
This when I go deeper
Holly, Holly, can you love me, sweetie?
Hold on, hottie thottie
I'm so rich, change your perspective on everything
Seen my big bro rob the store, inside the Maybach look like lean
Creamy soda seats, with a bad Dominican the color cream
Fifty-somethin' shots in Cullinan, fifty M's, don't play with me
Least three cribs, I run elite, it's big YB, woah
Make lil' shorty touch her toes
Get her nails done, tell the tech put Chanel print
Tell Build A Bear I need my own skin
Rich-ass nigga, new Benz, yeah
Coachella wit' all her friends, yeah
Word to my new bitch, tell my ex, "No competition"
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
She still with me and don't need me, need me
Ooh-ooh-ooh...
Oh, she fuck me like she need me, need me
Wolf Cry lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Wooh, wolf cry
It's Top, nigga
Yeah, you already know
Oh, look, huh
Young nigga up all night writin' songs, tryna make it out
Tell 'em keep that gun from out his hands, that ain't safe
I don't feel secure, I need protection and a safer route
So loose, I smoke leaf but, man, I'm focused on my paper
Wolf cry, young nigga tryna make a song, he up all night
I don't think these people understand when a wolf cry
Walkin' with that shovel in his hand, he a gravedigger
Make a pussy-nigga shit his pants when a wolf cry
I am not playin' when I flash, ask the gods 'bout me
Tear it down with a nigga or I make his ass check out
I got the plan, niggas mad 'bout it
Try and fight me with his hands and he gon' die
Nigga try and slime and he gon' get it, huh
Bitches sneakin' 'round on a nigga all through the night
I'm a gang member and I'm still with it, huh, huh
Tell a pussy nigga, "Kill me right now"
Wolf cry, sat up in my face like Mandela, nigga
Pull up on my children like I'm Santa, nigga, wolf cry
Motherfuck your hand, I ain't never need it
Tell them niggas I'm a man, business handled, nigga, fuck y'all
I'ma make it better if I can, huh
I done did months inside that can, nigga
These niggas speak on me and I ain't ran with 'em
I don't understand it, no
That's a wolf cry, they ain't never seen a wolf cry
[?], don't break on 'em
'Cause hell on 'em, that's a wolf cry
'Fore you know it, another pack comin'
There's a full moon through the night and now it's snowin'
Wolf cry, Gravedigger Mountain King-Kong'n
With my blick on me, ain't nobody sayin' nothin'
Wolf cry, joggin' for them hundreds, get that money
I'ma come back, I'ma feed 'em all somethin'
That's that wolf cry, gotta repent, gotta keep humble
Gotta keep still, gotta keep it all goin', that's a wolf cry
If I ever hear my pup cry, know the clique comin'
Know the big dog runnin' there's a wolf cry
Know you see me big bummin', in the trees runnin'
Hoppin' out on 'em, that's a wolf riot
Know he got to keep the money comin'
Leave the Lamb' runnin', hoppin' out on 'em, that's a wolf ride
Heard them niggas mad, keep turnin' all black on 'em
You know we get masked on 'em if a bitch try
I wan' have this money forever, livin' like this gotta be selfish
They don't like me rich, they claim that I'm the devil
You want beef, you hit at me and end up helpless
They ain't never seen a wolf cry
That's a wolf cry
Won't Back Down lyrics - Bailey Zimmerman, Dermot Kennedy & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(from "Fast X" soundtrack)
My world has fallen, I'm fallin' to my knees
Oh, yeah, and now, I feel my hands tremblin'
Oh, Lord, ain't no promise, I'll breathe again
But, I won't back down
For my family, you can ransom me
Had it hard, it broke me to my knees
In the foreign, I'm drivin' furious like somebody out there after me
My girl got my heart only, my friends, they got my back, we chase money
We together whether it's storm or sunny
They expect me for to back down, it's my destiny
And, this might get the best of me
I can't let you get ahead of us
I'ma have to escort you to ya seat
Through it all, we can't fail 'cause the plan is for to achieve
I be really needin' some peace, hopin' pain quickly leave
I admit, I say I'm fallin', but for my family, rise up
Plan on completin' every mission, not before my time up
Inside this car, I get it done, just watch my motor climb up
Protectin' everyone I love, collect this evil blindness
My world has fallen, I'm fallin' tho my knees
Woah, yeah, and now, I feel my hands tremblin'
Oh, Lord, ain't no promise, I'll breathe again
But, I won't back down (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
But, I won't back down (Oh-oh-oh, oh, yeah)
And now, I feel my hands tremblin'
Oh, Lord, ain't no promise, I'll breathe again
But, I won't back down
And when my hands get cold, and when I'm on my own
Through the dark, I crawl
And, when my goals feel weak, I will keep runnin' through the fire (I won't back down)
(Oh-oh-oh-oh)
No-no (Oh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh, yeah
And now, I feel my hands tremblin'
Oh, Lord, ain't no promise, I'll breathe again
But, I won't back down
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