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It Ain't Over (Interlude) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Dmac on the fucking track)

My name Kentrell "Top" Gaulden

It ain't over (It ain't over), 'til I say we done ('Til I say we done)

I say that my money, my pain, it don't make me no better

They know you're the one

Turnin' it on one, I smoke two for my ten for my night (Gone)

Makin' sure these niggas that count up all these M's, that's what I'm on

I got death inside my styrofoam (My styrofoam)

I pour numbers inside my cup and get the dial tone

But I can't snooze long

Chasin' money, I ain't chasin' your bullshit

I'ma take the steppin' to a whole 'nother level

I can tell you I ain't the one you wan' do

You done ran off, buy a whole 'nother Bezel

We ain't never makin' up, you done ruined it

Still reminiscin' what you told me

Coverin' up my feelings with the codeine

Send the collect calls from the North please

And I say it ain't over, 'til I say we done

Tell 'em pull up, they know I ain't never run (They know I ain't never run)

They know I ain't scared of them

Sayin' don't fall for my problems

Safe prayers for all my partners and 'dem

I'm gon' go buy beaucoup choppers

Play fairs for the take care

It ain't over, 'til I say we done ('Til I say we done)

I say that my money, my pain, it don't make me no better

They know you're the one (They know you're the one)

And I say it ain't over 'til I say we done (I say we done)

I'm tryna take it to ten

Do whatever that it take for the win

I'm gon' take the fall for my problems

Safe prayers for all my partners and 'dem

They locked in the pen

Every day, I get up, get it in

Turn it up, one knots for ten

Turnin' it on one, I smoke two for my ten for my night (Gone)

Makin' sure these niggas that count up all these M's, that's what I'm on

I got death inside my styrofoam (My styrofoam)

I pour numbers inside my cup and get the dial tone (The dial tone)

But I can't snooze long

Chasin' money, I ain't chasin' your bullshit

I'ma take the steppin' to a whole 'nother level

I can tell you I ain't the one you wan' do

You done ran off, buy a whole 'nother Bezel

We ain't never makin' up, you done ruined it

Still reminscin' what you told me

Coverin' up my feelings with the codeine

Send the collect calls from the North please

It ain't over, 'til I say we done

I say that my money, my pain, it don't make me no better

They know you're the one

And I say it ain't over 'til I say we done

I'm tryna take it to ten

Do whatever that it take for the win

I'm gon' take the fall for my problems

Safe prayers for all my partners and 'dem

They locked in the pen

Every day, I get up, get it in

Turn it up, one knots for ten

Kick Yo Door lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Dubba-AA flexin'

Louie Bandz made another one

Oh 'cmon

4KTrey (Uh, ayy I'm straight out that north)

Ayy, free DDawg (Bitch)

You know what it is with me, nigga

Ain't nobody safe, we gon' die today (Ayy)

Northside, 38, we put guns to the face

Slime

Bow, bitch, kick yo' door, uh

Meechie, find they stash spot

Make 'em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow (Gang)

This ain't the time for games now, bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga, uh, uh)

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don't make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money 'fore yo' head I leave some rounds in (Agh)

This shit could go straight or I could leave here with yo' head split

Bitch (Uh)

And don't say shit ain't up in here, I know that ain't right (That ain't right)

Bitch, we smelt you cookin' dope up here the other night (Other night)

I'm startin' to think that you a smoker, why you got a pipe? (Got a pipe)

You make a move and I'ma bat you with this fuckin' pipe, bitch (Lil' boy)

38, straight connivin', nigga breakin' in yo' shit

Go ask a real nigga 'bout me, these niggas can't play me like no bitch (Uh-uh)

Play with me, you must want death, I tell my shooter make a wish (On my mama, what up?)

Back to this, I'm here for that, now, nigga, come up off yo' shit

Bow, bitch, kick yo' door, uh

Meechie, find they stash spot

Make 'em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow (Gang)

This ain't the time for games now, bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga, uh, uh)

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don't make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money 'fore yo' head I leave some rounds in (Agh)

This shit could go straight or I could leave here with 'yo head split

Bitch

Hold on, red bitch

Tote a green flag, she bang 4KTrey

Dirty bitches, talkin' groupie bitches, always in my face

Bloody niggas, he got plenty bodies, caught another case

Nobody safe and all he wanna know is who gon' die today (Blat!)

Wet that nigga up in traffic, he got road rage

Slime, he just wiped a nigga nose for a whole thing

He on probation and he thuggin', fuck what people think

Said he gon' buy his bro a cutlass with some candy paint

Get that money, nigga

Bow, uh, bitch, kick yo' door, uh

Meechie, find they stash spot

Make 'em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo' hands high, don't make me let it blow (Gang)

This ain't the time for games now, bitch, I'ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga, uh, uh)

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don't make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money 'fore yo' head I leave some rounds in (Agh)

This shit could go straight or I could leave here with yo' head split

Bitch

Kill My Dawg lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Scottie Pippen, I run with that rock like John Wall

Fuck the system I done did time sittin' behind that wall

Niggas fake, think they plottin' on me, I'ma kill 'em all

2Pac, forgive me if my nigga play then I'ma kill my dawg

Thug life, bandanna on the clip like roober talk

Wild life, from cross the track I know you know them boys

Might die tonight, so I ride round clutchin' on my rod

That soldier life, this for them niggas sittin' behind them bars

Know niggas wanna stretch me, I need God to help me

Forever steppin' livin reckless 18 and a felon

Want you for to come test me, I heard these niggas tellin'

Pray to the devil Lord forgive me if I gotta stretch 'em

Know there's some blood in the air all day I smell it

Preach to them yungins in the ghetto like I be the reverend

Mr. Walk Like Jordan, R.I.P the yungin' I'ma send a message

I'ma kill his boy, then tell his partner that that's just a reference

Demons out at night, you want your life better keep a gun

Steppin' wrong or right you pay the price comin' where I'm from

Bitch it's me or you that's on my soul I'll never run

We make 'em shed blood and tears when it's all done

Load up with them K's hop out and spray, screaming out "why Dave?"

Ain't no turning back this what it is, Lil Boo up in the grave

Play and you get killed that's on my momma speakin' on my name

Bitch I'm bout that drama if it's a problem I'ma bust his brain

I heard these niggas want it, killed him he just wanted money

Kobe thought it was funny, whooped him me and my lil homies

Say I wouldn't amount to nothing, bitch I came up on sumn, they ain't won't give me nun

I'm rich and I'm forever stuntin'

Reach and try to take what I done earned I'm takin' off yo arm

Bitch you must ain't heard these bullets burn, nigga you been warned

Do anything for fame, say lil nigga you better learn to wait yo turn

Put you on the news and I hope that shit there make you learn

BRPD tryna connect me on some bodies

Gang violence, racketeering forever bitch I'm never stoppin'

You got me bent, they got me fucked up if you think I ain't gon' pop it

Love or lust bitch that's a must if you play round with my partner

For that money yungin' willing for to step on whoever

He feelin' like God ain't been answerin' so he pray to the

He moving wrong but he really thinkin' that he too clever

Meechie took 40yrs cause he strangled descendants

You can't win for losing in this street life, clutch on yo burner all that night don't think bout losing yo life

This life I'm living death or jail, man I swear it ain't right

Change up on you take yo money, I can say that I might

Late To Da Party lyrics - Lil Nas X & NBA YoungBoy

Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET

Yeah, fuck BET (They know it), yeah (They know it)

Yeah, ayy (D-D-Daytrip took it to ten, hey)

Yeah

Lick it all up (Mhm, mm)

Slurp it (Mhm, ah), make it sloppy (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

Look at how I top shit, bitch

I just put like three up in the top ten

And I don't need nobody, I just need these CCs on my body

Everything I do, bitch, right or wrong, gon' make a profit

Read about it

I don't even got to sing about it ('Bout it)

I wake up with the money that you niggas dream about (Uh)

She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah (Ayy)

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don't try me, you better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me, 'cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah

And you know we got a

Hundred (Grr) inside this bitch, a hundred sticks

A hundred bitches with a hundred thousand on my wrist, yeah

Baddy in my bed and she plan on drivin' me (Ah)

Demons in my head, I can't stop them all from rottin' me

She want me to buy her some CC

She wanna eat and I hope that she don't bite, nah

She on her knees, and she way in shape, right now

With her friend on friend, now she gon' fight now

These people they know not to try me

I get in that mode and collect me a body

I'm up in New York like I'm Gotti

I'm ridin' the shorty like new Kawasakis

She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

She's all on my line, uh, she's all on my side, yeah

They don't want it like that, they want me to die, yeah

Don't try me, you better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me, 'cause, bitch, I can't be late to the party, yeah

Yeah, you know we got a

Hmm, get it (Let's get it)

Window double tinted (Ayy-ayy, yeah)

Face sittin' pretty, you bitches wouldn't get it, uh (Yeah)

I'm at Met Gala in Versace in the city (Uh)

Farted on these niggas (Pfft), oops, I think I shitted

He wan' x 'em like in the system

One hunnid per perform, so I gotta book 'em

She say Chanel bad, plus I'm gon' flood her ears with boogers

They know not to try me, they know for a fact that I got it

On my hip and blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes Benz with the brightest skin body

I shift it, I hit it, take of like a rocket (Vroom)

Long as she don't tell nobody, I'm gon' caress her whole body (Uh)

Know I'm ready as soon as she cum (Uh)

I lick it as soon as I'm done (Yeah)

Don't wan' be late for the party (Mmm, ah, ah)

You know I turn up, they can't never turn me down

Don't try me, you better save that shit for somebody else

Don't try me, 'cause bitch I can't be late to the party, yeah

And you know we got a—

Yeah, fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET (Yeah), fuck BET

Yeah, fuck BET (They know it), yeah, yeah (They know it), ayy, yeah

Letter 2 Kodak lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Stars in the sky look like thunder

You want for somethin', don't know yourself

You'll dreams'll come back to haunt ya

Pain pills bring you low, but say you scared to go under

If you got knowledge you know that you can't fix your pain with money

Oh, I'm so scared to die young (Yeah)

Devil take this to my heart, I just attach it, yeah

Acrobatics, seven numbers, I just fax it, yeah

Vision clear now, I can see now, yeah

Let go of that drink, so I can clean out, yeah

A speech involvin' the comparison (Comparison)

Paranormal actions (Yeah-eah)

Humble myself, can't let that money make me arrogant (Woo)

Can't let that money, ho, live for ransom

Embarrassin' moments you should learn from

Accept the choice whenever time comes

When it come with three, you just subtract one (Yeah, yeah)

My heart in pieces now, what to do? I don't know

Hurt you time after time, figure that I should just go

I've been throwin' up threes now, figured I should throw up four

I'ma head home now, I don't wanna hurt your soul

My heart divided, I can't lie, I love 'em both

I gotta choose one, gotta let go another rose

I told my girl, "Enemies, you keep 'em close"

It's a cold world, make sure you put on your coat

I been in it for so long but still can't get it right

Follow my heart, I'll never let no one control my life

Kodak locked up and I miss him so I'ma send a kite

Jeopardizin' blessings, I don't know why I still tote my pain

Get full of drugs to put my life inside my rhymes

Fell off the ladder, got back up again, I climbed

Can't trust nobody, betrayed time after time

I'm movin' on, it's okay, I'll be fine

Devil take this to my heart, I just attach it, yeah

Acrobatics, seven numbers, I just fax it, yeah

Vision clear now, I can see now, yeah

Let go of that drink, so I can clean out, yeah

A speech involvin' the comparison (Comparison)

Paranormal actions (Yeah-eah)

Humble myself, can't let that money make me arrogant (Let's go)

Can't let that money, ho, live for ransom

Embarrassin' moments you should learn from (You should learn from)

Accept the choice whenever time comes (Every time come)

When it come with three, you just subtract one (Subtract one)

My heart in pieces now, what to do? I don't know

Hurt you time after time, figure that I should just go

I've been throwin' up threes now, figure I should throw up four

I'ma head home now, I don't wanna hurt your soul

Startin' to think shit, I just run (I just run)

I'm too scared to say I'm done (I'm done, done)

Never embarrassed, I just learn (Learn, learn)

Can't rush the greatness, wait your turn (Run, run)

Yeah, slatt

Letter To Big Dump lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Jake Angel on the track

Oh, Desmond

Oh, Dump, oh, my friend

Ooh, ooh, yeah-eah-eah

Ooh, ooh, la-la-la, la, la, la

Ooh, ooh, I tried, I tried, I tried

Lil' sister left me and I ain't been the same

I still see my daddy hidin' somethin' from me, and I think it's pain

I thought this money would change everything, and it did

I don't know who I'm is, I don't see my kids

I lost my friends, I need you now

I, I'ma tell you now that I got my back against the wall

But I'm not fucked up, I just need to watch 'em all

I clench my fist, I know they see my flaws

Oh, each of them, I love all

But they not real, they not here for me, my nigga, huh

I put my gun down, I cry every night for the ones laid down

I sit and I view, lookin' down in my town

How the fuck he gon' treat me like I ain't his son neither?

Why the fuck she gon' treat me this way behind a bitch and I showed from the start I'd never leave her?

Look inside my eyes, I know they seen evil

But I been this way since I was a child and I feel I'm the one who deserve to leave here

I had a conversation with the man who contracted your life to be gone

I hope you see my progress and glad I'm movin' on, I'm grown

I got a beautiful family up inside my home

I see the whole city bashin' me

But, when they had the chance to play with me

Ain't neither one of 'em, drop they nuts to see that I'm gon' make 'em bleed

I bleed, big Bs

That's me, I ain't changin' for no one, nah

I ain't get the chance to see Ten daughter and it's fuckin' with me, slime

Her daddy out there thuggin' and I'm gon' be the one have to hold her down

My BaBa, I apologize

I think about how this all gone wrong and then I cry, my nigga

I'm a real Christian, I think of you, and I issue Allah

I say, "Amen," but all for you, I learned ashe

They think I'm crazy from all this pain runnin' deep through me

All the hurtful things, I just sit 'round and play like I don't see

Give up all these things for to feel my grandma kiss on me

Broke down and I cried, ran to the bathroom, Jaz followed behind

She had to hold me and tell me, "Everything gon' be fine"

Oh, I'm slime, I pray for Thug askin' God one more time

If you ain't had once, we all deserve a second chance to shine

Motherfuck that jury, I send a million dollars right now to shine

That's if you need me, 'cause I know one day, I'ma need you, nigga

If you ain't supporting anything that I'm on you don't need me, nigga

He went on live, I heard his son say he smokin' on Top, huh?

That's fucked up, you mad I speak my mind and you my fuckin' Five

Fire, I adapted and it don't burn

I'm havin' plans on goin' higher

Spread my wings, fly away on my own

I told 'em that I would be so real

Searchin' the skies all for my friends

I'm tryna find a way on your end

Promisin' you I'd never leave again

Never left me, nah, you never left me, nah

And I ain't missin' you now, I know you see me smile

I'm in this big-ass house, limited love, I need all

Got off of drugs, I'm strong, no, they ain't feelin' me now

I wan' take the long road

And I don't care, I'm not scared of anything that I run into

The long road, long as you there

They ain't ever been able to fuck with us, I know we good

No, they don't know me good

Try to find another that go about it like me, they'll never do it

Ridin' through my section, everyone property, I done been through it

Whoever truly proud of me, I just tell 'em all, "We could all do it"

Bub, that my daddy brother, that my uncle and I hold it down for 'em

And even when I call he ain't gon' come, but shit, I'ma go to war for him

Tell my enemies, "My soul strong, I don't need to bear arms"

Please leave me 'lone 'cause if you fuck up, then I'ma have to touch you one

Nigga, I'm on one, no, fuck that, nigga, I'm on a million

Savin' all these millions for my children, it's time I help civilians

Before they get caught up in all these killings, I know you know this serious

Givin' all this shit back to my city and they system plannin' to kill me, it's a dirty world

Daddy steady textin' me, I don't wanna talk, my nigga

Gave you the world, I even gave it to the ones spit me out, my nigga, and you still don't hit me

I seen you run off when you down, my tears soundin' like a fountain

Ain't even from upstairs, know my daughter hear it

Tell my judge, "Just let me take some flowers to my grandma grave one more time"

And I won't give my time to y'all, I say, "Not one more time"

My light not dim, they shut it off, but again, I'm gon' shine

A man before anything, who the fuck is I? Lil Top

Fire, I adapted and it don't burn

I'm havin' plans on goin' higher

Spread my wings, fly away on my own

I told 'em that I would be so real

Searchin' the skies all for my friends

I'm tryna find a way on your end

Promisin' you I'd never leave again

Never left me, nah

Oh, ooh, oh, man

You never left me, nah

You ain't ever leave me, nigga

I had to sit here, and, I had to sit here and tell myself that

I don't take nothin' personal, man

You wouldn't believe the people I been havin' conversations with

I feel good about myself, I feel good, bro, it's crazy

I'm over here, I'm gettin' myself together, Dump

I'm startin' to see the real, nigga, I'm too real

I'm holdin' it down, man, I know, I know for a fact, you proud

You all the meaningful things, and, that's where you at right now, my nigga

So I know you know it's a bigger side of life, you heard me?

I'm still tryna get my friends on, what I say?

The ones who I thought was my friends, thought was my friends

I'm tryna get them to see I never turned my back on you, nigga

I'll forever go, I-I'm on anything you on, my nigga, long as it's the right thing, you heard me?

I got a family now, I wish you could see my daughters, Dump

You hear me? My Mumu, her name Love, I got Klemenza too, and I got seven others

It's a beautiful lifestyle, my nigga, it's a beautiful one

And no matter what, I don't wanna lose this for nothin', you hear me?

But I'll lose it for the ones that love me

I still ain't get put in no family pictures yet, my nigga

I think I gotta, I think I been livin' in a false, in a false tale, or some shit

In a life that ain't real, you hear me?

But I got to understand, though, it's a lot I gotta understand

I still got a lot of more growin' to do

Ayy, I know she listenin', but, man, ayy tell my grandmother, "I did it"

I did it, nigga, you hear me?

In a, in a minute, I'ma come back and take care of your family the right way, you hear me?

Shoutout BandMan, that my lil' nigga, man

Shoutout Birdman, my nigga Jeezy

I already got ChoppaBoy straight

Quincy comin' home in a minute, man

Ayy, this shit get gangster, nigga, this shit so gangster

I had to learn it ain't worth it

But you know which one I'm workin', I'm workin' one from behind scenes, you hear me?

I had to tell 'em, "This money ain't purple, it ain't green, nigga, these all blues"

Haha, let's see if they catch that, let's see if it go over their head, nigga

This money all blue, nigga, you hear me?

Down South, the sky orange, up here, the late-night sky blue

Hold it down up there, man

I'll be headed your way soon

Flyin' like a eagle, nigga searchin' for ya, and I ain't gon' stop until I find ya

Sincerely, your lil' brother, Top

Go holler at lil' sis' for me, man

Tell her, "It's all good," my nigga, it's good

Like A Jungle (Out Numbered) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

This the product, nigga, huh

This the product that been dished out from all the things and scenes

You hear me? You gotta hear me clear, all the things and scenes, everything ain't what it seems, nigga

And this the product that they gave back to you, for you to get the remedy of the game

You need the remedy to make it out

This for, this for OG Bossalinie (Believe that)

Tell 'em free him

Look, I'm a solider, but all the weight on my shoulders make me feel like I'm outnumbered, feel like I'm outnumbered

Look, I'm a solider, but all the weight on my shoulders make me feel like I'm outnumbered, feel like I'm outnumbered

All these things make a real nigga turn strange, been through it all, he stayed the same

Seventeen, gone up the road strapped down with chains

Long nights, I spent alone, hot made me colder

Killers tryna play me closer, family tryna fuck me over

They gon' lock me up, I beat 'em once

Gotta get away, tryna beat 'em two times

Head bad right now, tryna shake 'em while they play with my time

They don't know the truth, gettin' in the booth, see, I could make 'em resign

Clear me as a troop, last name Gaulden, it was my last-born child

The fuck I'm 'posed to do tryna make it through where my daddy burden is?

Had to fight inside the can, I'll fight ya too if you make me nervous

Came and got this from my nigga, I'ma toot this tool while this shit look dirty

Your next cell gon' find ya ass murdered

OG, right now, I'm battlin' with some shit with a bitch who I been with since I was a child

She a fan of most of my opps, it seemin' wild

'Fore I kick this second verse, I'ma dissect everything I got sittin' in a pile

Just know I'm with you, you on a compound, I'm in a mansion feelin' chained right now

Heart of a solider, but all the weight on my shoulders make me feel like I'm outnumbered, feel like I'm outnumbered

Heart of a solider, but all the weight on my shoulders make me feel like I'm outnumbered, feel like I'm outnumbered

I'm smokin' chemicals back-to-back, this shit gettin' critical with a strap

I'm tryna keep my head on track, they tryna knock it from off the map

I needed P for just some game, he wanted to charge me, that shit cap

I can put on Bossalinie and get all the game I need from out the trap

I ain't no rat, that's disrespect, these pussy bitches tried to set traps

They don't wanna see me ball, dawg, they did you that

I got a problem, I'm on drugs 'cause I'm hurtin', but they gon' lock me up 'cause I'm dirty

What type of fuckin' justice system is that?

You ain't gotta deceive a man that's curious, just look and sit back

The industry don't know this serious, I wasn't raised like that

From the Magnolia to the methenamine, all the way back 'cross the track

Inside my cell, me and my dawg got hooked on food, should I sue for that?

I ain't no fool, I break the rules, now tell 'em bitches, "Build 'em back"

Don't approach me with no tool, it ain't no screws inside my hat

Heart of a solider, but all the weight on my shoulders make me feel like I'm outnumbered, feel like I'm outnumbered

Heart of a solider, but all the weight on my shoulders make me feel like I'm outnumbered, feel like I'm outnumbered

This Top, nigga

Waan (Oh)

What you on, bruh?

I was sittin' here thinkin' 'bout you nigga

Heart of a solider, you hear me?

You know, everything like a jungle, we gotta keep from going under

These niggas- these bitches don't know the meaning of truth no more, bro

I swear to God

I honestly feel it in my heart, thug

This game water-whipped than a motherfucker

Huh, but you already know me, though, you hear me? You already know the lil' homie

I'm gettin' my head bad than a motherfucker right now, you heard me? Ha

I'm feelin' like I'm outnumbered, OG

You heard me? Real big dawg shit, it's all good though

Yeah, nigga- nigga weighin' 'bout a hundred pounds right now, but I still could handle that choppa, I'd shoot a hundred rounds at all them clowns, believe that

You know it

I'm still duckin', I'm still runnin' from the system, nigga, I know you heard that I came out on top once

I'm still fightin' man, I gotta get 'em one more time, Five

I'm holdin' on though, nigga

You already know I'm holdin' up longer than a bridge

I know you doin' the same

Believe that

Litty lyrics - NBA YoungBoy (feat. Rich The Kid)

[NBA Youngboy:]

We party, we smoking, we breaking the rules

We turnt up, won't turn down, like ain't nothing to do

We rock out, we boot up, we litty like ohhh-ya

Yeah, vibe out, we have fun, I'm up in my mood

On my level, I'm so high, I'm way on the moon

Outside to my ride, me and you can move, yeah

I ain't never been to a party like this before

Bad hoes all on the stairs and the floor

Boomer steady telling me to choose, I don't even know

Cause I don't planning on leaving any time soon

I don't wanna drink baby girl, I just wanna smoke, yeah

To tell the truth, really I just wanna get you home

Oh, don't mind me, you could keep doing what you're doing

You could steady just drink on your Petron

Why I throw up that gang and I scream for the band

All of my niggas say we going in

Sipping on lean, ain't drinking no gin

I'm tryna leave with you and your friend, yeah

Let's get up out of here, come out your band, yeah

We party, we smoking, we breaking the rules

We turnt up, won't turn down, like ain't nothing to do

We rock out, we boot up, we litty like ohhh-ya

Yeah, vibe out, we have fun, I'm up in my mood

On my level, I'm so high, I'm way on the moon

Outside to my ride, me and you can move, yeah

[Rich The Kid:]

I put that bitch on a pill

She on a molly for real

Bust down Rollie, no deal

Said the ass real, let me feel

Pop pint, where the Sprite? Where the lean at?

Bad bitch, break her back like a kit-kat

Fuck her hard, that's your bitch, squirt

Pinky ring, that's a vert

Freak ho, she'll swallow a bottle

Instagram don't make you a model

Only drinking on Bacardi

Red bitch and she suck me sloppy

Snuck in the club with a pocket rocket

Rich nigga and a new Bugatti

Flexing on her, bitches calling me papi

Diamonds on me, too much ice like hockey

Take a ho to a crib, make her party

Skateboard bitches make me gnarly

She wanna pop a lil pill

She wanna party for real

Rich nigga with a mil

I can show you how it feel

I'm a fuck her cause she wet, splash

Two phones, plug calling me back

[NBA Youngboy:]

We party, we smoking, we breaking the rules

We turnt up, won't turn down, like ain't nothing to do

We rock out, we boot up, we litty like ohhh-ya

Yeah, vibe out, we have fun, I'm up in my mood

On my level, I'm so high, I'm way on the moon

Outside to my ride, me and you can move, yeah

Live lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Ayo, Ran, turn that up

Pour more, I got the endin'

'Cause she controlled half of the beginnin'

Yeah, I wan' win it, no, I ain't finished

She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin'

Shawty fire, please don't let my whole life burn down

Infiltratin', tryna sabotage, no love, I want money, baby

Lotta shooters 'round the whole damn club

I ain't worried 'bout nothin', baby

Straight up out the Northside

Gotta keep a gun and lay low down

Fly, sittin' high like eagles, totin' on a nine

But she like my demeanor

Poppin' my shit when it come to me and them

Money, I'm Top and I got me a check, I gave one to my momma

Put on brand new Pateks and they straight out the box

Heat a jake up and call, and they barely in commas

My shooter on style, that's a Balmain shotta

Still in the streets, ain't find my way out it

Dealin' with these hoes, been indicted, up and cold

Steady blockin' by the scope, catch a opp, leave him out here

Put his body in the street, you better hit him in the dome

Million dollar nigga, life still on the phone

On the table got deals, but my thirty keep it goin'

Nigga hate Top but my money keep flowin'

Turn her up, got another nigga bitch goin'

Glock with some money and a pint up in the foreign

I'ma sip syrup 'til my whole life all gone

Spray the whole block when the night lights on

Rich ass nigga, prolly got big gun

Scary-ass nigga, better wait they turn

Grandma died, now the love all gone

You better think to it before your life get burned

Pour more, I got the endin'

'Cause she controlled half of the beginnin'

Yeah, I wan' win it, no, I ain't finished

She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin'

Shawty fire, please don't let my whole life burn down

Infiltratin', tryna sabotage, no love, I want money, baby

Lotta shooters 'round the whole damn club

I ain't worried 'bout nothin', baby

She wan' be my girl, nah, I think she likin' my song

I gotta figure her out

Baby, why can't I just focus right now?

Baby, I just invite her for to come to my house

Pour more, I got the endin'

'Cause she controlled half of the beginnin'

Yeah, I wan' win it, no, I ain't finished

She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin'

Pour more, I got the endin'

'Cause she controlled half of the beginnin'

Yeah, I wan' win it, no, I ain't finished

She wanna jeopardize my whole way of livin'

Live And Die lyrics - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Dubba-AA-Flex

Yessir, we know

Mook On The Beats

Time goes on baby (And you ain't never ever die, yeah)

And it won't be long baby

This is the sound

Killing that boy fucked my pass up to heaven, I can say it wasn't worth it

Yo' intentions been for to leave and I can say that's for certain

The day I die, that's my revenge from you hurtin' me

No back and forth won't play no get back life my life behind curtains

It'd be a lie if I said I ain't hurtin'

Or tell you all this pain ain't burning

Gave you everything you wanted

Still don't have to give me nothing

Just want you to tell the truth about me

When they talk like they was around or something

And put an all-white flower in my casket 'fore they put me under

I'm gone, you always knew I was strong baby, yeah

You ain't gotta say you wrong through the night, you just need to hold on baby

And get that money, fuck these niggas, I finesse 'em and run off on his ass

A nigga cross me that's a bet I don't wan' talk to his ass

Got 20 shots off in this Tec, I let it off on his ass

The one you thinking that I'm with, she say I'm moving to fast

How the fuck you think another nigga gon be real as I

You should remove what you don't like I'm keeping mine till I die

And I admit it in your eyes I was not built for the life

Never betray forever waiting won't let my head leave the sky

Get on my knees and I steady talk to God at night

Swear I'm so scarred, got nobody but this heat on my side

Coming home late but I know that I'm gon' leave one night

To the ones I loved cause I'm gon just know I never could die I'm too strong

You just remember that times goes on baby

Never wake up through the night saying that you wrong

You just need to hold on baby

We all make choice don't be scared just believe what is meant coming to us

Let go your past and be prepared for when that shit running to us

That said that shit we proved them right but I respect how we doing

You just remember through the night I pray all well how you doing

I plead my fifth, all through the night my dreams say mine that I blew it

I took it wrong though I was right so many dreams I done ruined

I know my grandma watching me saying self destruct what you doin'

Glock to yo head real quick it struck yo mind forever it's touring

How the fuck you think another nigga gon' be real as I

You should remove what you don't like I'm keepin' mine till I die

And I admit it in your eyes I was not built for the life

Never betraying, forever waiting won't let my head leave the sky

Get on my knees and I steady talk to God at night

Swear I'm so scarred, got nobody but this heat on my side

Coming home late but I know that I'm gon leave one night

To the ones I love cause I'm gon just know I never could die I'm too strong

You just remember that time goes on baby

Never wake up through the night saying that you wrong

You just need to hold on baby

We all make choice don't be scared just believe what is meant coming to us

Let go your past and be prepared for when that shit running to us (This is the sound)

That said that shit we proved them right but I respect how we doing

You just remember through the night I pray all well how you doing

You just remember that times goes on baby

I love you and just remember that It won't be long baby

Live On Da Edge lyrics - NBA YoungBoy (feat. Polo G)

(Cash Money AP)

[YoungBoy:]

I'm extremely calm

I'm extremely calm, uh uh

Smoking on the big pack bih got kick wasn't there (kick wasn't there, let's go)

Bitch throwing up the gang with a big flag she ain't even in (she ain't even in)

All nigga get back all where ya bitch at shooting out the Benz (shooting out the Benz)

Just got money from a big check, I ain't even spend that, I ain't even worrying (I ain't even worrying)

And he wanna be like them boys who shining so hard them niggas be killing shit (huh)

And he wanna be like them hoes he leaving them jokes them niggas ain't seeing it (nah)

This shit that I'm speaking, so up, and these niggas, ain't upping these niggas, ain't hearing me (nah)

Everybody around me they live on da edge, I ain't trusting nobody so kill me now (now)

Hold up, everybody with a nigga frozed up

Big 4 5 nigga bros up (huh slat)

You can't never put a g down real nigga never put a hoe up (nah uh uh)

Up the tec everybody lay down if a nigga play around like he know us

Feel like Michael forever in charge

Every day I go hard he get hit with that rod

Beat that boy that's on god (let's go)

I told that bitch I don't really talk hardly

When we dropped her off she ain't really say much she just said she will call me, yeah

Quarter pound of purp with a bag of xanax yeah that's all me (yeah)

I'm a real street nigga I want all my dough

Short me we going leave a nigga dead

I remember what they said

And it never left my head

And it never cross my mind

When I leave a nigga sled (aye leave him slump)

And these diamonds got me shining in a hellcat nigga in the dopest vest

Heard you speaking then come now I can't even know what's hap slime (I been that)

Smoking on the big pack bih got kick wasn't there (kick wasn't there, let's go)

Bitch throwing up the gang with a big flag she ain't even in (she ain't even in)

All nigga get back all where ya bitch at shooting out the Benz (shooting out the Benz)

Just got money from a big check, I ain't even spend that, I ain't even worrying (I ain't even worrying)

And he wanna be like them boys who shining so hard them niggas be killing shit (huh)

And he wanna be like them hoes he leaving them jokes them niggas ain't seeing it (nah)

This shit that I'm speaking, so up, and these niggas, ain't upping these niggas, ain't hearing me (nah)

Everybody around me they live on da edge, I ain't trusting nobody so kill me now (now)

[Polo G:]

Painting the city red for them gang members yella huma going tear fosho

My lil niggas going make it count when it's crunch time it ain't no question them heaters go blow

If we catch a opp in traffic then it's green light you know all my demons on go

I think we got one cut the lights off windows tinted we creeping up slow

He got caught from his blind side got his headshot now that nigga ain't breathing no more

Used to be on the frontline standing 10 toes I was selling that d by the store

I used to play the block now it's fuck the streets all the shit I have seen it before

I been running this bag up and I'm thuggin hard baby I never needed no hoe

Straight from the slumps to the billboard

Where we die for respect what we kill for

I can tell you bout them field wars

If a nigga talk reckless we'll still blow him

50 plus shots how we ride in the raq

Shooting semis that's how we react

Couldn't be victims we had to attack

Took off on them trenches ain't no looking back

[YoungBoy:]

Smoking on the big pack bih got kick wasn't there (let's go)

Bitch throwing up the gang with a big flag she ain't even in

All a nigga get back all where ya bitch at shooting out the Benz

Just got money from a big check, I ain't even spend that, I ain't even worrying

And he wanna be like them boys who shining so hard them niggas be killing shit (huh)

And he wanna be like them hoes he leaving them jokes them niggas ain't seeing it (nah)

This shit that I am speaking, so up, and these niggas, ain't upping these niggas, ain't hearing me (nah)

Everybody around me live on da edge, I ain't trusting nobody so kill me now (now)

LLOGCLAY lyrics - T.I. & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Ayo, Bands, what you cookin'?)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Cryptic messages, face card ain't good at all

They don't like him 'round the hood at all, he ain't understood at all

Been mistreated, he just play roles when his feelings get involved

She ain't supportive, she don't love me, and she ain't my friend at all

Mama, thank you, I got the hell of the experience while out on stages

From the gutter, we struggle bad, it's a shame

I know she don't love me, she just want an Audemars

I tell her not to touch me, in a moment, I want another broad

What do I say?

I don't really like the way you play with me, misgrading me

Made my way out the jungle

They wanna see me go under

Still conquer like I'm Mutombo

I'm sittin' aside because my heart tired

I done took so many long rides my whole life

Confessed my problems like so many times that I ain't got no song type

Shorty get it on on his own, bless him, yeah, he a real nigga

D-Dawg coming home and I'm just thankful for who's still with me

Left most shit alone, some people out there tryna still get it

In the a.m., I'm headed home, I done made more than a meal ticket

Been through some shit, I know I'm blessed and I be still with it

Diamond cross across my chest, I ain't got no vest knowin' them bullets might just still hit me

Take a chance, mama took a chance by having me

I think I can make a masterpiece

In New Orleans like I'm B3 with a MAC with me

She in Tech with me

And I brought her back with me

For to show her some shit she ain't never seen

I got a MAC and steam, pull off anything

Rose gold Rolex, right face, could've bought it green

White and gold links on my neck, car fuck up the scene

You'll be off guess with these watch cost, nigga, what the fuck you mean?

250 what lately I been doin', half a ticket everything

What do I say?

I don't really like the way you play with me, misgrading me (King)

[T.I.:]

Okay, patiently, I wait for my nigga just like he would wait for me

Hate to see, that fucking machine only way he breathe

Taking me everything not to take a knee

Couldn't tell me shit with Hannah, Snake, JG, and Clay with me

I'm thinking back to better days like, "We can get it back"

But no more Clay, what kind of shit is that? Remember that

It don't mean shit to be rich for life when you living whack

If your relationships ain't still intact, give it back

And now my optics is watching my partner die in hospice (Damn)

The doctor talking 'bout, "It's over," fuck your diagnostic (Fuck you)

Nigga, we got money, what's the other option?

Nigga, shake back, this your little brother talking (Get up, bruh)

I gotta see you pop your shit again

Zaza and cigars in the wind again

Blood pressure can't kill Superman

Damn, believe in them still, we been in the battlefield

Fighting club full of niggas 'fore we had a deal

And when?

Strongest nigga I know, meanest nigga I seen (For real)

Still can't believe my nigga leaving, we a fucking team (For real)

Now I'm grieving, drunk, just speedin' in the fucking rain (Yoom)

Beside the pain, I feel nothin', man

And if I could feel, I guess it'd feel like (I guess)

A Snowfall episode, my uncle Jerome died in real life

They say that God always get it right

But somethin' 'bout this shit just ain't sittin' right

Then he told me dyin' a part of living life

Damn, can't argue with you

Think about it, you either die or live long enough to go to everyone you know and love funeral

You know?

Only two options, get old or die young, pick one

Trust and believe, nigga

In your life, the only thing you're guaranteed is to leave

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust

Alive or dead, them niggas can't fuck with us

Grand Hustle, nigga

Location lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Mhm

Aye, aye, Youngboy

Slime

Slime

This is the sound

I felt like I can do it all, so I ain't want no help

I always thought that I can fall, I was scared of myself

I never trusted none of y'all 'cause I was worried 'bout death

So many people not around who said they stay, but they left

I keep my bible on my right and keep my Glock on my left

I thought that human's feelings fake, so when they say, I ain't care

Now I'm regettin' that I ain't say, I never told how I felt

I'ma do my shit until these bitches get so mad that they melt

I see these bitches start to change soon as the fame appealin'

Go against the grain, I'll bust yo' brain

Won't say the pain I'm feelin'

You changed yo' clique, I stayed the same, my niggas hang a nigga

My nigga ain't won't bust his brain but them prices temptin'

Am I the reason everybody come around and start to leavin'?

I don't know (I don't know)

I ever found out that you was leechin', I won't stop 'til we get even and you know (and bitch you know)

That I

I was 100 'til I got broken hearted, yeah

You couldn't much finish all the shit that you started, uh-huh

Focused on this because I think they disarm me

I shoot this bitch all by myself with no army

Before I sleep, though, I think everything you was sayin'

I was too deep, though, she ain't understand who I am

I'm in the streets, though, I came a long way from the can

Memories keep me happy, so I'm doin' my dance

She here for me, though, I told her, "Hit me up when you land,"

And she so street, though, I filled her bank account up with bands

I feel I can't, dog, she always tell me that I can

She all for me, she said, "Let's rock and roll," I don't give a damn

You know that I'm thuggin', you know that I'm with it, you talk to them bitches and say how I'm livin'

You let all of them hoes fuck with yo' mind and go against me and you listen

Life on the line, cases still pendin'

But I stole a car, we still spinnin'

Talkin' to you, 'fore you left, you was in it

We gon' hit the gas soon as I spit it

Warm it up, wanna ass 'til they feel it

Want smoke, give 'em gas, I feel it

Thought that I came to the town that I did it

Straight out the north, I did time in the prison

All is well, must love, no tension (yessir)

Murder Gang (yessir) and everyone (yessir) in my business (yessir)

Maserati truck (yessir) soon as I hit it (yessir)

Money talk and I listen

I felt like I can do it all, so I ain't want no help

I always thought that I can fall, I was scared of myself

I never trusted none of y'all 'cause I was worried 'bout death

So many people not around who said they stay, but they left

I keep my bible on my right and keep my Glock on my left (keep my Glock on my left)

I thought that human's feelings fake, so when they say, I ain't care

Now I'm regettin' that I ain't say, I never told how I felt

I'ma do my shit until these bitches get so mad that they melt

(And they still don't understand)

Understand me

(And they still don't understand)

Understand me

(And I ain't feelin' what I'm sayin')

Understand me

(And they still don't understand)

Understand me

This is the sound

Lost Motives lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Ay, tell me when to go

I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw

Hey, Lilkdubb

For the fall, they been waitin' on me, I know that's what they all say

Live it up, they been hatin' on me, I ain't trippin' 'cause we all paid

New Givenchy, fuck the critics

Ridin' on the wave, you gon' wash away

I came in by myself, they ain't listen

I was that nigga with the ticket, the one had the ambition

Came up runnin', we'll take off from them cop cars

When we got caught, ain't do no trippin', that's what made us

This 30 stick up in this Glock, this what saved us

To bullshit, hard like a rock, it won't change us

Behind my mans, I'll die today, I won't change up

I put that shit on his mama, we did some dirt with that choppa

We done upgraded to models, bitches want fuck and come swallow

They tryna slip off the condom, these bitches bite like piranhas

The one I want, I ain't find her

But spendin' time with them robbers, we all play 'round with them choppas, we shoot this bitch at yo' mama

Smokin' on dope, clutchin' my pole, hollerin', "Bitch, who want problems?"

Another homi', another body, another hat for the dollar

Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody

I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun

And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from

Tell me, is we gon' die?

'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today

Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view

They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do

And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear you

You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you

I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to

You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you

He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too

Ain't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do

I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you

Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

Told her I love her, she responded, "Bitch, I hate you"

Totin' .380, I'ma show 'em what that K do

Cuddlin' in a black Maybach, I need a Wraith, too

Nigga, don't run up on this bitch 'cause we gon' spray you

Aim at the nose, straight out the flap, bitch, we gon' face you

Bleed from the nose, I'm screamin "blatt," the truth like Jesus

Even though I did, don't let them people say I made you

'Cause I'ma steady keep doin' shit that you can't do

Come to murder, ain't no talkin', we leave yo' streets bloody

I'm tryna knock his brother off with the same gun

And I ain't ask him, go ask him just where I came from

Tell me, is we gon' die?

'Cause, nigga, we gon' be slangin' iron today

Leave me alone, I'm seein' trouble in my rear view

They steady talkin', show them different, but they still do

And you can rap that gangster shit, I still don't fear you

You make one move and my young niggas gon' drill you

I make that music that them young niggas gon' kill to

You in the streets, so watch yo' back, don't let 'em steal you

He got a problem, he'll shoot, I'll kill, too

Ain't trippin', not 'til I show shawty what these pills do

I see them hoes steady cappin', tryna phase you

Gucci with Birkin and it came in a case, too

Made Rich lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

I bought this shawty a Patek

Uh

I bought this shawty a Patek, hm

I bought my shooter a stick, yeah

I get so fresh and you know I get high as I can

To a place you ain't went

To a place you can't top

Mama got a brand new bag

I got the money, you know I can't flop

Come from the set where we sell grams

I got the hoe for to fly to my spot

Do not let 'em leave in the middle of the day

From the block to the rocks to the Glock

To the nigga on top

Let 'em hate, I can't hear what they say

Run the money up 'til the whole bank break

All-black paint, got it sittin' in my face

All black Louie in a all-white Wraith

Turn up on fashion, invest in the place

I gave her six hunnid, yeah, uh

They tried to sign me for thirty, okay

Tell 'em, "Come with the fifty"

New Era came, I jump in and I get it

I get it real fast, that's a lot of blue Benjis

I gave my sister a fifty, my brother a fifty

Two hunnid, two hunnid, two hunnid

You ain't that thing so stop with the sting

Strapped in my denim, you know how I'm comin'

Lean no Gatorade, still don't break

I can't see how another man hate

God made another rich nigga

I think that it's time to celebrate

I bought this shawty a Patek, hm

I bought my shooter a stick, yeah

I'm fuckin' with shawty

I'm thinkin' that I could run up a mill' with the bitch

She made for a rich nigga (Made for a rich nigga, yeah)

She made for a rich nigga (That's my vibe, she my vibe)

She made for a rich nigga (Shawty got that swing goin' fine)

She made for a rich nigga (Oh, oh)

She made 'fore a nigga got that bag

Now I think 'bout if I ain't have it

How you get that? I ain't buy that bag

She say, "I got my own money," oh, okay

Mind my business, in love with my safe

Too much money to be sittin' in the bank

Slime ass nigga gon' 'cause her to break

She a cool chick to be real like that

I bought this shawty a Patek, hm

I bought my shooter a stick, yeah

I'm fuckin' with shawty (Woah)

I'm thinkin' that I could run up a mill' with the bitch (Woah)

She made for a rich nigga

She made for a rich nigga

She made for a rich nigga

She made for a rich nigga

Members Only lyrics - ZAYEL & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Ayy, look

(This Vade on the keys)

Strapped up everyday, I used to go to school with it

Teachers and the principles thought mama'nem was cool with it

I was duckin' truancy, know what y'all wanna do with me

Lock me up without the key and confiscate my jewelry

Fuck that, I ain't goin' out or goin' down today

We strapped so I'ma kick, and plus, the beehive a mile away

Duck tape, the gage'll saw a nigga head off

Called him up in county, had to send his ass to med call

Ayy, she gave me head like a hedgehog

O.T., just got a T, deal was a good call

Quarterbackin', goin' long like Brett Favre

We in Miami, back to back up in foreign cars

'Bout YB feature, Queen Latifah, we gon' set it off

I ain't no preacher, but I'll teach you how to get it off

I ain't no, I get to spazzin' off that alcohol

I got this pokey and this pokey hangin' out my drawers

Alright, alright, alright, alright

Bad bitches love rich members only

Alright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Real members fuck with real members only

Alright, alright, alright, alright

(What you talkin' 'bout?)

Real bitches love Real niggas only

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Let's talk, nigga)

And, bad bitches love rich members only

Break your window, Glock tucked in my waist, I'm comin' through with it

Goin' inside my neighbour house, they think my uncle cool with it

All these niggas foolery, these people plan on ruinin' me

Stolen Glock with a beam on it, don't tell me what to do with this, I bust shit

Love them deeply, now, my pain, I'm stuck with it

Been through a lot for this jewelry, I'm shinin' hard, you better not touch this

I can tell you, I ain't the one to fuck with, this shit get bloody, boy

Rolls Royce, I remember, I used to ride around in them stolen cars

Top shit, don't run and tell the Feds, they know I knock shit (Mhm-mhm-mhm-mhm)

Knife on the yard, play, I send a nigga to the shop, bitch

Behind the bars, I shut a nigga down, they know how Top get

Ben, tell a nigga, "Fuck 'em," once he released, he gon' get blitzed

I'm talkin' Oakland back to Northside, the shell wood, and the bricks

Lil' bro a goblin, his name Bway, and he strictly with the shit

They tryna kick it, but he know I don't fuck around with them boys

I get the money, get the money, I got a bitch wipe the cars

Cop car back to the prison, now, YoungBoy livin' large

His heart ain't goin' on, he been pimpin', he been brakin' them broads

You better not tell no one you seen it, you gon' face this penalty, on Kaell, I mean it

To bust a head, I'm feindin'

Leave him dead on Siegen

Pussy nigga test me, I said, "Bitch, give me a reason"

I don't feel a nigga pain, boy

Rich nigga, members only, know they know we bang hard

Tell my grandma, "Wait up on me," I'm headed to the graveyard

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Come on)

Bad bitches love rich members only (Do what they want lil' nigga, believe that)

Alright (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

Real members fuck with real members only

Alright, alright, alright, alright (Keepin' us out the cleats)

(What you talkin' 'bout?)

Real bitches love Real niggas only

Alright, alright, alright, alright

And, bad bitches love rich members only

Okay, it don't get realer than that

It don't get no realer

And, real members fuck with real members only

Niggas be flodgin'

Believe that

All the rich niggas, hahaha

Military lyrics - NBA Youngboy & D-ROK (performed as Rich Gang)

Rich Gang

I'm a boss, been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'

And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic

Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem, we tote them blicks with extensions

'Bout business, we handle it

My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Roll with big poles like the military (Yeah)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Like the military

Look, come from the hood, since a child, tryna get it

Standin' on top and we be 'bout our business

We run and we duck and them niggas start hittin'

Take cover, start busting right back, know I'm sinnin'

Move militant or the outcome be good riddance

Bottom the Glock is extension, I'm with it

I'm in this bitch with my nigga Hot Beezy

Took over Rich Gang, take a look at my pendant

Did time, and fished for poles like the military

Whenever the price droppin' low, gotta catch it

It's hectic, it's reckless, it's bad in my section

That's a new .223 with that drum on the bottom, I bought it in Texas

Havin' 'em sticks like I come from the army

They in the Tesla, the Bentley, the Rover and Chevy

Know that I'm up in this bitch with my burner

Know that I'm up in this bitch, I'm with Stunna

Know that I'm up in this bitch, I'm with your ho

And she flew in from Arizona

She heard it, she heard it, I'm in the Scat with them blickies up in it

My society only got killers up in it, big Benjis

Baby Russia, them youngins ain't failing no mission

I'm a boss (I'm a boss, mm-hm), been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'

And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic

Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem (Big business), we tote them blicks with extensions (With extensions)

'Bout business, we handle it (We handle it)

My young niggas, they step on shit (They step on shit)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Roll with big poles like the military (Yeah)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Like the military

Mama wrote his goals inside the obituary, mm-hm

Broke, came home tryna get some money

Still totin' straps like the military

None of them don't like YoungBoy

So I guess that's why they despise me, ooh, yeah

Fuck all the rules, I'm onto you, fool (Woo)

4MATIC Maybach, I call it a Minibach

Hustle, my daughter gon' need her some Similac

What I feel? I don't care how it turn out

I'm not worried 'bout a thing, we got plenty gats

Some more achieving, makin' songs inside of the house, I am a grown man

You a woman, you shouldn't play no games

She ain't wanna sell the gun, it's for her old man

I want the money, they typin' on Twitter

I'm in this bitch with D-Roc and my lil' one

Elevator to which floor that I'm feelin'

Damn, they done let me get the millions

I got the spot with no help, they wan' X me out

I got them slimes with them sticks and they flood it out

Shoot the award show, shoot at your mama house

I'm a boss like Montana, the fuck they thought?

I'm a boss, been gettin' it, my niggas, big drippin'

And this sauce and these diamonds on my wrist authentic

Nigga, fuck the opps, if it's a problem, we tote them blicks with extensions

'Bout business, we handle it

My young niggas, they step on shit

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Roll with big poles like the military (Yeah)

Roll with big poles like the military (Mm-hm)

Like the military

Money Talk lyrics - Rich The Kid & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Rich The Kid):]

I need hitters on the Wraith (DY Krazy)

Nigga, that's that money talk

Hmm (Yeah) that's that money talk (You hear that? All that?)

[Rich The Kid:]

Bitch, I'm the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me

I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free

I took that bitch, she ain't been home in a week (Home for a week)

Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (Buy her a skrrt)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

I need hitters on the Wraith now (Hitters on the Wraith)

Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, watch the money talk)

Need all my bitches in a bustdown (Bustdown)

Nigga, that's that money talk (Nigga, that's that money talk)

Ever since she got her own, told her I can't hold her

She put on for the gang, shawty, she a soldier

And it don't matter who she with, she thinkin' what I told her

And I told her, "Always make sure money talkin' for ya"

And I told her I'm chasing a check, I'ma call her back

I ain't call in a week and I followed back

I got sticks in the Jeep, I'm on all of that

Lotta racks on my jeans, that's a hundred pack

I don't even much look, I ain't sayin' that

All my bitches in a bustdown

I run with that beef like a running back

That money talk, I get you touched now

You follow behind me, I'm slidin' with all my bitches in the Jag'

Watchin' a nigga, can't figure me out, like, bitch, go get the bag

Hold on, watch me swag, keep protection on my waist, ho

Necklace one-thirty cash when I'm walkin' up into my shows

[Rich The Kid:]

Bitch, I'm the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me

I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free

I took that bitch, she ain't been home in a week (Home for a week)

Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (Buy her a skrrt)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

I need hitters on the Wraith now (I need hitters on the Wraith)

Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, that's that money talk)

Need all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown)

Nigga, that's that money talk (Nigga, that's that money talk)

[Rich The Kid:]

They say the money on the way, I had to tell 'em rush it (Rush it)

I bought the Cartier, was plain, but then I told 'em bust it (Ice)

You ain't talkin' 'bout no money, I ain't heard nothin' (Nah)

End of discussion ('Scussion), any time she call, I'm comin' (What?)

I left the Maybach runnin' (Runnin')

I keep the cash all hundreds (All hundreds)

Pull out the sticks, they drummin' (Grrah)

Bitch I'm the boss, you nothin' (Woo)

I be talkin' 'bout a check, look at my bitch, her wrist on wet

Everything, I bust it down, put Eliantte 'round her neck

Pussy so good I bought the Wagen off the lot (Skrrt)

Pussy so good I bought Chanel right on the spot (Pussy so good)

Bitch, I'm the boss, I knock you off, won't see the case (See the case)

Rich Forever ballin' like the NBA (Woo, Rich)

[Rich The Kid:]

Bitch, I'm the boss, no, ain't no talkin' to me

I need a check, no, I ain't talkin' for free

I took that bitch, she ain't been home in a week (Home for a week)

Pussy so good that I might buy her a Jeep (Buy her a skrrt)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

I need hitters on the Wraith now (I need hitters on the Wraith)

Nigga, watch the money talk (Nigga, that's that money talk)

Need all my bitches in a bustdown (In a bustdown)

Nigga, that's that money talk (Nigga, that's that money talk)

My Side lyrics - Lil Durk x NBA Youngboy

[Lil Durk:]

Ay now tell me real get back, this ain't no rap shit

You know what I'm sayin, my side different from these niggas, you know?

I told YoungBoy, this gon' be the perfect one

Set us apart from these niggas, we finna set the bar, you know?

[NBA YoungBoy:]

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Fuck who you is, give a fuck where you from

Nigga ain't comin' around in dat North

Fuck all that shit nigga I don't want talk

Where ever we at we gon shoot it out

I'm up in the hills and I just got house

Come where you at know you stay witch yo dawg

Don't shoot out the window hop out spill rounds

Hit everybody we gon wipe him out

[?] I gotta look out

I got 12 grams stuffed in a raw

Whole lotta guns up in this fuckin' car

Whole lotta fire ya we gon take em out

You been talkin' too reckless yo business on insta

I won't respond that ain't what I'm bout

Imma just keep it steady rockin' shows

I'm steady keep on drivin these cars

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga bet not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga bet not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga bet not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga bet not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy it's wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga bet not come tweak on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

[Lil Durk:]

Lil' nigga, we used to roll with some motercats

Had macs in the trenches like shoulder straps

Shoot at me, on your head, put twenty racks

Where your money at? Why you get over stretched?

All my niggas off drugs, on stronger acts

I won't change, I'm the same, I'm sober [?]

I just bought a brick and it cost a Patek

And if I say it's smoke, then they know it's stacked

My side, my side, that's Lamron

From the part of the city, they scam hard

You would sell your own momma heroin (let's get it)

The kids that you raised they'll blam some

Ran off on the plug through a Samsung

Feds tapping all the iphones

Goons lurking like a Plies song

Get it right before you die wrong

[NBA YoungBoy:]

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy its wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come twerk on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy its wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come twerk on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy its wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come twerk on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy its wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come twerk on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

Where I'm from it ain't safe boy its wild

Keep a gun cause I gotta survive

Nigga better not come twerk on my side

Nigga know all my niggas gon' ride

NEXT lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

What up

Any last words?

(Ten, ten, ten, ten)

Perc 10, I beat her back in (Ha)

(D-Roc)

Huh, huh

Uh, uh, fuck you talkin' 'bout?

They already know, huh

Murder man, huh, tell me who the fuck next

Keltec, what's that? Hit this bitch, it split his hat

Bust that, play with me, bitch, and I get you bust at

Shorty tryna throw that ass, I break her back, I'm on that

I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door

I was ridin' 'round in Maybach and poppin' shit with my hoes

I was knockin' niggas asses with that stick on the road

And I was stackin' bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes

She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet

I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley

And I just wanna- Frrt, pussy ass nigga (Baow, baow)

I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (Bah, bah)

I just bought the bitch a new Benz, a big bag nigga

I just might wake up and have the bitch inside a new Fisker

Fuck you mean? I been givin' them bands to my big sister (Fuck you mean? Bitch)

Fuck is you sayin'? I been buyin' more sticks for all them hitters

I got these hoes and they goin' down, I never run out

Pull them blicks out and it's goin' down

Fire somethin', get burned down

You ain't even got no money anyway, fuckin' cunt

I can bite on your bitch any day, fuckin' runt (Now she talkin')

Body hard, it's slowin' down

Bitch can't come down

Bitch can't run now, got her on that K2

Four-door all grey Lawson, bitch check the car out

Try and make the Glock sound

That bitch got the AP on and it's blue

I jump out, I shoot that strap at all them dudes (Talk that shit YoungBoy)

Fuck is wrong with you?

Just look at my neck, I'm way too cool

I fuck him back, he gon' get checked

He ain't got no check, bitch

I wave this TEC across your neck, you die today, bitch

I'm wasted, I'm pacin'

I think I'm Jason, the mask on, erase him

Why you think these pussies copy?

And they know they hate him

The hoes want get him inside it

And you know they chase him

I seen me three hoes in the 'Rarri

She lookin' like a barbie

I just wanna take those, make her ass close deep

Catch a opp, then we wack his ass from the nosebleed

Take a bitch, straight from out the 'Raq and buy her token things

I was on that pack soon as I walk through the door

I was ridin' 'round in Maybach and poppin' shit with my hoes

I was knockin' niggas asses with that stick on the road

And I was stackin' bags, so I can do my shit on these hoes

She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet

I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley

And I just wanna- Frrt, pussy ass nigga (Baow, baow)

I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (Bah, bah)

Want you cop some shit like you gon' pull off

Take the stick, tear up the car, bitch

I make all these bitches come and take it off, boss shit

Got that bitch doin' right, buy that bitch a outfit

I ain't have red on the first night, told the bitch blue this shit

I want head on the first night, I can make her mouth fit

Know they talk like that, they lyin', but know they ain't 'bout shit

All my brother off shit, pop out from that car with new machines

Please don't tell me a fuckin' thing (Told that bitch, I talk my shit)

She ain't pop a pill yet, I can't chill yet

I wanna cop a new Rolls, get the Bentley

And I just wanna- Frrt, pussy ass nigga (Baow, baow)

I just want them youngins spin and spin back, nigga (Bah, bah)

Nicki Minaj lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

June, you're a jenius

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Ooh, aye

Slime

Daffyeny wrote me and she said that you for me

Like I ain't already for somebody (already for somebody, yeah)

But I responded and I told her I'm good

I'm hurt inside, I can't trust nobody

(Hurt no I can't trust nobody)

I need a girl who gon' tell me that we good

Hold me down and just show me how to love (yeah)

I need a woman who gon' teach me how to do

When they come 'round she don't ever give a fuck, yeah

Who will never leave me, I was happy for to see me

Who will never mistreat me, entertain me like a TV

One who adore me, go to war do anything for me

Always go hard for me, never lie, now that's real loyalty

Slide on that boy for me

While I shoot she gon' drive the car for me

When I go and I'm gone too long and if I don't call

Best believe she calling me

She always gon' go hard for me

She don't like when hoes be stalking me

And she don't never trip 'bout nothing if I don't want talk

She gonna tell stop calling me

Yeah, she deep into me like some water (yeah, water)

Teach me how to never be like my father (like my father)

Aye, hold down for a challenge like a Charger (like a Charger)

She gon' fuck me better when she see I'm recording her

Who will never leave me, I was happy for to see me (for her to see me)

Who will never mistreat me, entertain me like a TV

One who adore me, go to war do anything for me

Always go hard for me, never lie, now that's real loyalty

I need a girl who gon' tell me that we good

Hold me down and just show me how to love, yeah

I need a woman who gon' teach me how to do

When they come round she don't ever give a fuck, yeah

She gon' ride in the car with a crack sack

When she screaming out slat with a black at

When I turn into slime she gon' stop that

When a nigga write her she don't write back

Right here with her where the life at

Statement on me, she ain't type that

Whole lot of big money, I talk that

I ain't have to buy her she a big bach

And she got big fetish for Gucci shoes

When I go to the mall I'ma buy a few

She gon' clutch on that, like a rider do

Slanging nine for the gang like a pirate do (blrtt skltt)

Step on that gas in the Audi Coupe

(Blatt fow fow fow)

She gon' open a Glock like a gangster do

Aye, if she was sitting right here with me

While I was recording

She be like

"Boy what the hell is you doing? You crazy as the fuck"

My man, I responded and I say look this what I need you to do

Just be the girl who

Who will never leave me, I was happy for to see me

Who will never mistreat me, entertain me like a TV

One who adore me, go to war do anything for me

Always go hard for me, never lie, now that's real loyalty

She gon' ride in the car with a crack sack

When she screaming out slat with a black at

When I turn into slime she gon' stop that

When a nigga write her she don't write back

Right here with her where the life at

Statement on me, she ain't type that

Whole lot of big money I talk that

I ain't have to buy her she a big bach

Oh, Oh

Slime

Oh, oh, oh

No Fake Love lyrics - Queen Naija & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Ooh

Better be careful

You better be careful what'chu say to me

Quick to cut a nigga off so gracefully

I got the power to make 'em wait for me

I don't need

I bet I'll make 'em wait for me

Talk shit, but they ain't gon' eva say it to me

Mad, because they know ain't no replacin' me

I been there and done dat, ain't no fazin' me

I don't need no fake love

So many bands I'm runnin' through

So much that I wanna do

It's starting to become so clear me

Need more than love, I need loyalty

I can buy my own, I don't need a loan

Don't need no chaperone, I'm already grown

Gotta AP all chrome, it's covered in stones

You ain't on my type of time, then leave me alone

You can't deny it, baby, I'm fire

Ain't nobody fuckin' with me

If I'm too much to handle, then leave

I'm a force by myself, every time, I'ma bet on me

You better be careful what'chu say to me

Quick to cut a nigga off so gracefully

I got the power to make 'em wait for me

I don't need

I bet I'll make 'em wait for me

Talk shit, but they ain't gon' eva say it to me

Mad, because they know ain't no replacin' me

I been there and done dat, ain't no fazin' me

I don't need no fake love

Promise me, then lie, that's foul

Get mad once we get out and talk loud

I know you gotcha own, I just wanna hold you down

For me, you'd do the same, I'm who to blame, I kept fake love around

And I know yo' friends just talk shit but ain't 'bout shit

See, this Rolls Royce? I bought this

See, that mountain top with that house on it? It's paid for, ain't no rent

How you talk to me 'bout love and this you show me?

I ain't whatchu like, then coach me

How you just gon' up and throw me?

Throw me out

And I can't deny it, admit, I was lying

I love you, but this I don't need

Gotcha home girl thinkin' that it's me

But you don't wanna be kept and yo' type, I can't keep

Better be careful

You better be careful what'chu say to me

Quick to cut a nigga off so gracefully

I got the power to make 'em wait for me

I don't need no

I bet I'll make 'em wait for me

Talk shit, but they ain't gon' eva say it to me

Mad, because they know ain't no replacin' me

I been there and done dat, ain't no fazin' me

I don't need no fake love

Better be careful

Better be careful

No Sleep lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Where we goin'?

Where we goin'? Nigga

Slimeto

I don't even feel the same no more

Like, I don't even feel big

I don't even feel like nobody to be honest (No)

I don't know who the fuck I am or what I'm doin'

Highschool, knew the kids, they know I was wearin' the same uniform back to back

Grandma left me as a kid, time to man up, she ain't never comin' back

On the road doin' shows, the murder came, it was history after that

My sister sayin', "Leave me 'lone," I'm in her room tryna make her listen to me rap

No clues, young fool, sittin' in front the T.V. see my daddy on the news

Thirteen years old shootin' dice with unc', taught me for to win, never want to lose

Young as Hell, feelin' like I'm goin' under, sat in juvenile, never left my room

Me and DDawg, we gon' run through that North, he be strapped with a Glock

And, I know what he do

Never care what they thought, had to run when that burner let off

Before I made seventeen, been in plenty shootouts

Mama said not to leave the house

Fallin' in love, that was my biggest mistake and I wish that it never came 'round

I'm movin' state to state, go on the stage, the crowd rock out

And they screamin' loud, I'm sayin' in my head

No sleep, thank you for seein' me

So much it mean, that I can live this dream

Prayed all night, I fiend

For my whole life, I sing

Cold killers, drug dealers

People schemin'

He done murdered his own brother, I done seen it

He stealin' from his own father, man, that nigga ain't got no soul

That girl ain't close to loyal, she fuck niggas that want me gone

No sleep, thank you for seein' me

So much it mean, that I can live this dream

Prayed all night, I fiend

For my whole life, I sing

No Time lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Skolo, it's your turn)

(D-Roc)

Phantom comin' out bigger than a lie

Fuck these niggas, I'm gettin' richer, I can't find no time

Down that block, lil nigga, I can come buy out the corner

I'm not trustin' these hoes, what I tell my momma

Comma, comma, come and cross my line, be Makonnen

I been wit' that drama, cross that line I push the button on somethin'

Diamond chain from Carti, don't know why he didn't start me

Bitch, I ain't tryna market, I don't know why the label bought me

Bitch, I ain't tryna party, I'm sittin' high on my horse seat

My wife wan' buy horses, I mistake that shit for 'Rarri

Not sorry, I'm glad what the streets done taught me

See, I made it out that cell block, grew from out that concrete

Still inside of them crackers bed, still my past still haunt me

Feel I failed that I ain't finish school, but I still went got some money

My kids can't do that shit I do, what I done wasn't cool, wasn't funny

I'm tryna see who got a hundred million for me

You shouldn't have to prove you love me, that shit I should see

Those things I feel I should know, take it for what it seems

I'm the type wake up and buy a house when I get bored

If my wife go on a shoppin' spree, don't buy one thing, ignore it

I get everything that I want when I get a check and I can afford it

I want to buy that hockey team from whoever, in BR

I been blowin' that check, investin', condo and Bentley, I want one

Fuck that bitch, I think she sexy, fuck that bitch and keep it goin', ho

Fuck who out there reppin', tell that nigga I done won

Tell 'em test me and stay the fuck up out the way of all my sons, ho

Phantom, comin' out bigger than a lie

Fuck these niggas, I'm gettin' richer, I can't find no time

I been spendin' all these bands on these ho's

Most ones claim that they love me

Lost friends from saying no, guess those ones was not for me

Eight hundred thousand dollar AP, this shit ain't a game

Patek rose gold blue face, all me, Lebron James

Ok, they already know me, I blow the brain

Rap nigga, fuck nigga wan' diss me, he get put in the frame

Tell my daddy, can't nobody come cripple me, I got this, I'm a man

I had them millions before them people came and deal wit' me

I can do it again

In here with Jason, makin' sure they never get rid of me

I ain't got time for playin'

I murder all of these niggas up inside the industry, better stick to your plan

I got that pink diamond, that's a whole half a ticket on my hand

Yo bitch no slime, but I got her shinning, that's why she don't want her man

Pull that Porsche out at eleven, ain't come back 'til nine (Fuckin' on her)

Fuck you been? I think this bitch been playin' wit' my mind

She want to invest

Look, invest and stay off the internet

Lit and we don't fuck with them

What they in, we don't get into that

Our time is worth way more than them

Held it down, I was deservin' them

Treated me like they ain't see me here

They was stabbin' me in my fuckin' back

And I was turnin' 'round and always there

Hope your bank account come out big as mine

Real nigga, that ain't even my type of lie

Nose Ring lyrics - Peewee Longway & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yeah, I'm in this motherfucker

(No, no, no) Cartier

(No, no, no, ooh-oh) You already know how I'm on

Yeah, Top, Top, came from the bottom

I'm doin' that shit, I'm kickin' that shit, these niggas ain't shit

I don't want that bitch, already fuck that bitch, you can have that bitch

Oh, Top, Top, yeah

I done made it from bottom to top of the line

Who the fuck is these niggas? Who the fuck is these bitches?

You could tell 'em 150 that I'm droppin' a dime

Nigga, look at this shit, I been havin' this shit

Tell them that I'ma ball out

Nigga, look at this stick, nigga, shoot that bitch

Pussy nigga gon' die if he fall that

Nigga get split, I don't play with bars

Slime, I know how to get these hoes paid

Pull up in a foreign like I got road rage (Bitch)

Shawty dumb fine, yeah, her ass cocaine

I'm gon' make that bitch go get a nose ring

And go get her sack too

And a hundred a bag, for where I put the strap too

Think I want a new tattoo

And they know who to play with, they know that I'm that dude

Plannin' on shootin' at who?

If it go down, you know that I'm plannin' to clap you

I'ma aim at these niggas, and aim at these bitches, and then I'ma run out that backroom

And I know what them racks do

Got all these bitches claimin' that they love me, but they just wanna thug me

Just wanna fuck me

Drink my lean and get muddy

Told that bitch, "Don't rush me, ho, you in the place right now, fuck the beat"

Huh, bloody eyes, just see money and lash designer

Slime, I know how to get these hoes paid

Pull up in a foreign like I got road rage (Bitch)

Shawty dumb fine, yeah, her ass cocaine (Shawty dumb fine, okay)

I'm gon' make that bitch go get a nose ring (Get a nose ring)

Get a bitch ass, a pair of new titties (Ass, a pair of new titties)

Step on this beat like the YB Griddy (Like the YB Griddy)

Real trap house, fell in love with the kitchen (Trap)

I get the profit and turn up the bitches (Turn 'em up)

I get the Glock, and man, turn 'em to switches (Longway)

Rick Owens, I spill a few racks on the stitchin'

I'ma go VVS diamonds (Ice), your ear and your neck and wrist, go 'head, get another ring (Bling, blaow, blaow)

I turn lil' bitch up a notch (I turn lil' bitch up a notch)

Pink AP with on her wrist with a crocodile pink Birk' bag, okay

Everyday Chanel shoe, the clutch Bentayga with the shit on the tag, okay

580 Benz, drive that bitch like a Marta bus, skrrt with a trunk full of bags (Bags)

MPA Gang, we spin like the carnival (Gang), but load up the stick and we crashin' (Grrt, glaow)

I got on Ru with the Christian Dior in the trap house (Christian) dabbin' with fashion (Damn)

MPA pendant, it hittin' so hard (Brr, blaow), make the bitch go blind, need glasses (Bling-blaow)

I can't even lie, that lil' pussy hit so hard, yeah, the new lil' WAP be smashin' (Oh)

I can't even lie, this beat so goddamn hard, I thought it was made by Catcher, so I'm

Slime, I know how to get these hoes paid (Longway, bitch)

Pull up in a foreign like I got road rage, bitch (Roadrage)

Shawty dumb fine, yeah, her ass cocaine (Cociane)

I'm gon' make that bitch go get a nose ring (Nose ring, yeah)

NBA YoungBoy other songs:

 

Not Wrong Now lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Aye

Aye Draco, aye come here

Yeah

Aye reach me that cup slime

Draco, sit right there

Let's go

What up?

Aye, I pulled up two doors up

Huh

Fuck you don't like me, ya namsayin, what it is?

What? You want smoke or sum bitch?!

Thank God, I got my own now

Feel that I'm not wrong now

Tryna find my soul now

I can go to shows now

Got me a new pole now

Got me a new hoe now

'Bout to cop that Rolls now

Living on my own now

Turned up, I won't turn down

Happy in my songs now

Bitch you better not test me, you excited that I'm gone now

Bought moms a new home now

Bought Draco a new bust down

My judge say she happy, I’m on track so I’m not wrong now

But I'm still reminiscing bout my old lady

Sleeping on my own baby, notice that I'm strong baby

Strapped up with that chrome baby

Money on my dome baby, and I came a long way

Drugs got me gone, baby

I'm happy with my money, baby

Fuck if they think that I'm outdated

Drona say she hate I'm fakin

Keke wanna have my baby

Bitch I'm caught up in this flexing

Kill that boy, he talkin’ reckless

They don’t like how I been rappin'

Bet they bump my shit in Texas

Stop and pray that my heart have not gone different places

I been all alone for the last year baby

Ima die before this Christmas, I ain’t scared Ima face it

Give a fuck bout where you at and who you with, bitch I done made it

Thank God, I got my own now

Feel that I'm not wrong now

Tryna find my soul now

I can go to shows now

Got me a new pole now

I don't need no hoe now

'Bout to cop that Rolls now

Living on my own now

Turned up, I won't turn down

Happy in my songs now

Bitch you better not test me, you excited that I'm gone now

Bought Moms a new home

Bought Draco a new bust down

My judge say she happy, I'm on track so I'm not wrong now

Lamborghini wit' the doors up

Money got a nigga frozed up

North side, Ima throw it up

Big house wit' a hot tub

Ran it up, got a million plus

G-Wagon, gave it to my thug

.40 Glock, Ima keep it tucked

On Live, he ain't see 'em runnin' up

Livin' in the better days now

Red gate on the tape now

Three sons, one on the way

Don't fuck wit' them, so I'm fake now

Gold plated, brand new K now

Shoot a nigga in the face now

300k on a ring now

Tryna overdose off lean now

Thank God, I got my own now

Feel that I'm not wrong now

Tryna find my soul now

I can go to shows now

Got me a new pole now

Got me a new hoe now

'Bout to cop that Rolls now

Living on my own now

Turned up, I won't turn down

Happy in my songs now

Bitch you better not test me, you excited that I'm gone now

Bought Moms a new home

Bought Draco a new bust down

My judge say she happy, I'm on track so I'm not wrong now

And I got my own now

Feel that I'm not wrong now

Tryna find my soul now

I can go to shows now

Got me a new pole now

Got me a new hoe now

'Bout to cop that Rolls now

Living on my own now

Turned up, I won't turn down

Happy in my songs now

Bitch you better not test me, you excited that I'm gone now

Bought Moms a new home

Bought Draco a new bust down

My judge say she happy, I'm on track so I'm not wrong now