4 Sons Of A King lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
This for lil' Kayden, my first born (Draco)
You made a nigga strong, you the one
This for lil' Taylin, my second baby, my wildest son (Tay Tay)
Before it's done, I promise we'll have a bond (PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though)
Kamiri, K3, everything 'bout him lovin' and that lil' nigga just like me
Wear his headband just like his cousin (Boozilla)
I just seen you on IG
Forever I got you, forever I know you got me
Just talked to Kacey through a iPhone, I coulda cried
I knew that look up in yo' eyes
Ain't talk to moms up in so long, some shit ain't right
Just gotta keep my head high
Just left backstage with a bag full of cash
More diamonds in the sack
I'm a lil' nigga, I ain't stuntin' for nobody
I been seemin' not to try when I rap
My girl say I passed
Fuck it, bae, I'm tryna put this 30 on somebody
Rockstar to heavy metal, oh
I think I found someone to make it better, oh
Old friends call me, mistake 'em for somebody else
I don't wanna fuck this up, up
Said what you wanna do 'cause, girl, I'm all in
Pick me up when I'm fallin'
When we land we be ballin'
These niggas lame, go to tweakin', ain't with that talkin'
Everybody be mouthin', pistols gon' get to sparkin'
Been ballin' long so I can see all, imagine how
Made it down a long road
Yeah, that's right, we up right now, I need you to be right here
Just talked to Kacey through a iPhone, I coulda cried
I knew that look up in yo' eyes
Ain't talk to moms up in so long, some shit ain't right
Just gotta keep my head high
Just left backstage with a bag full of cash
More diamonds in the sack
I'm a lil' nigga, I ain't stuntin' for nobody
I been seemin' not to try when I rap
My girl say I passed
Fuck it, bae, I'm tryna put this 30 on somebody
41 lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
QRed On The Track
Ay, Ay Youngboy
Oh, yeah
Shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung
Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41
I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun
Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung
Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41
I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun
They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come
She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"
She say "baby you can call up on me any day"
Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA
I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state
I'm on that 3Three shit, you know how I'm rockin''
I got Valentino's on and my shirt is Versace
Buku racks up in my pocket
Jiggalo strapped with the rocket
She say she ain't heard of us, Montana told that bitch "stop it"
Gettin' money by the hour, yeah we steady clockin'
My cuban links they shinin'
My Rollie watch would blind ya
I'm covered in designer, yea
Every day I'm grindin', yea
In the Maybach, in that Sprinter got shooters behind me
Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung
Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41
I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun
They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come
She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"
She say "baby you can call up on me any day"
Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA
I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state
I just came up with a answer for that petty shit
Draco with a drum on bottom and two thirty sticks
I'm in California coolin' with a foreign bitch
Montana say 'we gotta go cause your flight leave at 6'
Expensive clothes, 'lotta diamonds and some flashy lights
Shawty steady asking me 'what I'm gon' do tonight'
Explain to me, what's on your mind help me realize
Bae don't cry, I ain't lyin', I ain't got none to hide
Ride or die, promised the hoe you stay by my side
Lord knows we done been through this too many times
My down chick, my gangster bitch that's for you to decide
They can't peep out the move, no we can't be televised
Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung
Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41
I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun
They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come
She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"
She say "baby you can call up on me any day"
Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA
I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state
Act A Donkey (Charlamange Diss) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Huh
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, hey, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Bitch, mhm, Lil Top, nigga, look, look
Okay, huh, donkey of the day, nigga
Look, hold up, ayy
You invited, ayy, tell Charlamange he invited to Grave Digger Mountain
All he gotta do is pull up on me, nigga, and talk to me face to face
So I could bat you in your shit and hit you with this Drac', nigga
I don't give no fuck 'bout what they say, this that Amazing Grace
I got a plan for bitches tryna take YoungBoy for play
You must ain't heard, nobody safe, I had them gunners front yo' place
Can't take no food from off my plate, you pussy niggas know me
Try and find a place to hide this toolie, know it's fuck the police
Fucked up and I'm ruthless, I'm the murder man and I do it
With that shit, go ask my mama, anywhere, I'm gon' get to it, look
I got that shit on me, I keep that blick on me
A million dollars, that ain't shit, I spend it quick, homie
Hold up, I got yo' bitch on me, I'm tryna beat up that monkey
Get in yo' shit, bitch, I'll show you how to act a donkey
Say whatever that I want so they think I'm crazy
Look, Top baby, huh, bitch this Top, nigga, yeah
Say whatever that you want, but bitch bet' not play with me
You ain't dumb nigga, huh, shoot you in your head
Look, I been stackin' millions while I'm duckin' from them feds, huh
I been on them pills, fuck what my baby mama said
Nigga, fuck you, it get ugly, every chance, I keep 'em fed
Bitch, I'm thuggin', catch 'em bad, I make my shawty whoop they head
Bitch, I been cuttin' up, you niggas got me fucked up
You niggas old as fuck and cannot do a thing with neither one of us
I show you real, fuck if it's bulletproof, shoot up the tour bus
Better ask a bitch like Dej 'cause I could say that she grew up with us
Look, I love them graves, we tote them Ks, got Glocks with switch, they tear you up
I'm 4KTrey, I bang for Dave, enforcement can't do shit with us
Came inside this game and bitch I fucked it up, I'm a donkey
And I keep it on me, plenty money, bitch, don't speak up on me
I'm a donkey, I need some money, I just spent a million
I'm a donkey, you run up on me, I'll fuckin' kill you
You fuckin' flunky, bitch, I'll hit you with this Glock extension
Can't fuck with JAY-Z, I'm way too ignorant, bitch, I stand on business
Look, my childhood wasn't pretty, my fatherhood too hard
Them hoes took they children Benjis, now gotta find another boy, not YoungBoy
You know you out there bad and fucked up for that
All up in my business, get yo' ass bust up for that
Baow, I got off that shit, now I'm on my shit, bitch, get off my dick, hold on
Baow, baow
Five million to my bitch, when I get off my dick, you pussy niggas don't exist
I got that shit on me, I keep that blick on me (I got it on me)
A million dollars, that ain't shit, I spend it quick, homie (Spend it)
Hold up, I got yo' bitch on me, I'm tryna beat up that monkey
Get in yo' shit, bitch, I'll show you how to act a donkey
Say whatever that I want so they think I'm crazy
Look, Top baby, huh, bitch this Top, nigga, yeah
Say whatever that you want, but bitch bet' not play with me
You ain't dumb nigga, huh, shoot you in your head
Look, I been stackin' millions while I'm duckin' from them feds, huh
I been on them pills, fuck what my baby mama said
Nigga, fuck you, it get ugly, every chance, I keep 'em fed
Bitch, I'm thuggin', catch 'em bad, I make my shawty whoop they head
Bitch, I been cuttin' up, you niggas got me fucked up
You niggas old as fuck and cannot do a thing with neither one of us
I show you real, fuck if it's bulletproof, shoot up the tour bus
Better ask a bitch like Dej 'cause I could say that she grew up with us
Look, I love them graves, we tote them Ks, got Glocks with switch, they tear you up
I'm 4KTrey, I bang for Dave, enforcement can't do shit with us
Came inside this game and bitch I fucked it up, I'm a donkey (Yeah)
And I keep it on me, plenty money, bitch, don't speak up on me
Addict Emotions lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
These Xans won't be my friend
My lean just want me to slump over
I been writin' down my thoughts with no pen
My demeanor, know you hate, I'm a soldier (D-Roc)
Thought I told ya, I'm a gangster, I ain't quittin'
Young nigga, I stand on business
Who the fuck didn't never play with me?
I wanna take him from off of the map
Why am I up and you takin' a nap?
I want that shit, I get you clapped
I want them young niggas spin right back
I want her fresh, so I bought her everything that she wanted
I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)
Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona
On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em
Ooh-ooh, yeah
Can you be the one that I call late at night?
Ooh-ooh, yeah
Gotta be crazy as the fuck if you think you ain't my type
Thought I told ya, I'm a gangster, I ain't quittin'
Young nigga, I stand on business
Who the fuck didn't never play with me?
I wanna take him from off of the map
Why am I up and you takin' a nap?
I want that shit, I get you clapped
I want them young niggas spin right back
I want her fresh, so I bought her everything that she wanted
I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)
Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona
On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em
These Xans won't be my friend (Ooh, yeah)
My lean just want me to slump over
I been writin' down my thoughts with no pen (Ooh, yeah)
My demeanor, know you hate, I'm a soldier
I want her fresh (Ooh), so I bought her everything that she wanted (Yeah)
I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)
Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona
On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em
All I Want lyrics - NBA YoungBoy & Adrien Broner
[Adrien Broner:]
Ayy
I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back
Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that
I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match
You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back
Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me
Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E
I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance
You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand
100 thousand in my Nike box, my bougie bitch she like to shop
I can't pronounce the car I got, you see me when I drop the top
I'm feeling upper echelon, you niggas just a replica
My jewelry is irregular, you niggas need to step it up
Just put three hundred on my wrist, I stay clean 'cause I'm filthy rich
She told you she was celibate, she let me fuck 'cause I'm the shit
I'm the real, you counterfeit, you niggas is so fraudulent
All these diamonds got me lit, they loud, I think they arguing
Yea I got a big gun, chopper got a big drum
The Benz I got like Redd Foxx, I promise it's the big one
I'm really out here in the game, you niggas keep the bench warm
So I can't trust no bitch 'cause
I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back
Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that
I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match
You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back
Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me
Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E
I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance
You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
One in the morning, I'm going hard
Walking 'round with the foreign broads
Living my life like a rockstar
Before it came I could say I saw it
Nigga play games, up with the rod
I'ma fly in the sky like a shooting star
So much money could get me a black card
Steady dranking on Act, ain't no Wockhardt
Posted up, steady watching for cop cars
Twenty-four seven, we going in
Thirty-eight baby a block boy
We gon' trap round the clock from ten to ten
Spend it, it's coming right back again
Float 'round the city with Ben-10
Shootin' dice, me and AB
Shoot a ten then bet the ten
Shootin' dice, me and AB
Shoot a ten then bet the ten
[Adrien Broner:]
I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back
Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that
I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match
You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back
Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me
Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E
I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance
You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand
All My Shit Is Stupid lyrics - iLoveMakonnen
All my shit is stupid, this shit is fluid
Put them girls on LSD liquid they like, "Ooh shit"
Yeah... Ay... Yeah
Got damn it, what's up?
These little niggas don't
I could go over there and drop the price on a show
I be still selling out from the north to the south
And I be still selling wet from the east to the west
I ain't still no ruckin rookie
Boy I feel like a vet
I had to take a bitch down
Boy I feel like a vet
So I floss and I swerve on em
Toss and, toss and turv on em
Whipping in the kitchen all night don't burn on em
Check that oven check them pots
Check that steel, its what you got
Michael Vick, coming back
Ooh, need a running back
Cuz all my shit is stupid, this shit is fluid
Put them girls on LSD liquid they like "Ooh shit"
Oh shit, he that new shit, everybody do this
I'm out in Beverly Hills, same house that they shot Clueless
Smoking on some new shit, damn how he do that
Baby check my wrist game wor-worked into a new whip
I flow all night, like the mississippi river
I fuck around and do you how they did us
But now I don't play no games
Boy you know my last name
Call me Mr. Sheriff, but you see me out here sharing though
Cuz these niggas too motherfuckin god damn greedy
I spend most my time giving to the needy
Oh he so weedy, he smell like a pimp
I got purple kush and black purple bleary by the pound
Bandit lyrics - Juice WRLD & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Juice WRLD:]
It's funny, the shit I put on this song ain't gonna sound nothin' like the shit we was just doin'
Oh
Yeah
I just want bad bitches
Baddest, them bitches is the baddest
Uh-uh, when I take the Molly I'm a savage
Uh, I say
I don't need no Molly to be savage
Uh, when I'm on that Molly I feel savage
She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)
I'm the definition of a bandit
I don't need no Molly to be savage
Aye but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage
Aye my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart
I'm the definition of a bandit
Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas jiggas jiggass
Tommy and the fuckin' Tommy Hilfiger (figer figer)
That Tommy hit a nigga Tommy Hilfiger fuck nigga
I'm nice when I'm high off the pills I'ma fuck with her
I don't smoke skunk but tonight I'm getting stuck nigga
Pour the codeine up and put some Molly in the cup with it
I know she a freak uh huh, she gon' fuck with it
She my Velcro uh huh, guess I'm stuck with her
I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her
Addicted to her paraphernalia I had to tell her
I see it like a fortune teller
Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better
Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter
She a killer and a eater, she a Jeffrey Dahmer
I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book
No TEC, no Beretta FN on me, am I understood? (Yeah)
I don't need no Molly to be savage
When I'm on that Molly I feel savage
She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)
I'm the definition of a bandit
Aye, I don't need no Molly to be savage
Aye, but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage
Aye, my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart
I'm the definition of a bandit
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
My brother point her out and she a bad bitch I'm on her
Must ain't heard that I'm a savage once I get a bitch I own her
I see she got swag I got cash so I want her
See this .45 in my pants put on your ass put you on one
Shorty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (With that glizzy on her)
And shorty, I'ma die there with no semi on me (No semi on me)
If we got a problem we get rid of homie (cash)
Put twenty thousand in your pocket we gon' get the money
I'm the definition of a bandit
Took your heart from out his hands and still ain't saying shit
Some new killers in my circle you done ran with
Like this dirty .38, this bitch'll damage
Popping wheelies 4KTREY caught when you land with it (pop, pop, pop)
I let you drive inside my bros where they been laying with it (skrt)
I work this bitch I open up a can with it
Like fuck the stove I make it jump without my hand in it
[Juice WRLD:]
I don't need no Molly to be savage
When I'm on that Molly I feel savage
She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)
I'm the definition of a bandit
Aye, I don't need no Molly to be savage
Aye, but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage
Aye, my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart
I'm the definition of a bandit
Before The Fame lyrics - Nba Young Boy & Jacquee
(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)
[NBA YoungBoy (Jacquees):]
I'm like for real, brand new Audemar stainless steel (stainless steel)
House in the hill, I ain't got one yet, but I ran up a mil (I done ran up a mil)
Nigga know I don't steal, but you know for sure that I'm ready to kill (I'm ready to kill)
Ayy, I be traumatized, my cousin died, and I ain't shed a tear (I ain't shed no tear)
Nigga try, he get killed, you play with that money, you know what it is
38 baby, I'm thuggin' for real, straight out the slums, I'm gutter for real
That nigga disloyal, you know I feel, but I'm really chasin' that money for real
Not chasin' no bitch, I been chasin' a mil
My daddy locked up, he just waitin' on appeal
Yeah, I gotta admit, I got demons in my body (in my body)
I'm paranoid, and I feel some people watchin' (some people watchin')
I gotta maintain and stack up that money, you know they can't stop me (know they can't stop me)
I stay with a burner 'cause if it ain't on me, them niggas gon' pop me (gon' pop me)
These bitches ain't shit, and I know these niggas ain't shit neither (whoa)
Got a stick in the car with thirty-six Os in the trunk of the rita (ayy)
Not askin' for shit, not trustin' nobody because I don't need 'em (ayy)
I'm sippin' on lean while Jacquees steady smokin' on reefer
[Jacquees:]
Before the fame, I was a star
Changed our ways, but we ain't changin' who we are
I copped a foreign, remember the stolen cars
I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars
[NBA YoungBoy:]
They have a shootout in a minute
On the phone with my mama while sittin' in prison
Criticizin' myself, steady sayin' I'm trippin'
Got a brand new 'Vette, dropped the top like a Bentley
I perform on stage with cases pending
All over the world, AI been trending
In my Balmain jeans I keep a Glizzy
Got the VVS diamonds in my NBA pendant (skrrt, skrrt)
Hop in the Benz, I step on the gas
Focus on business, you know I ain't playin'
Only the real gon' feel what I'm sayin'
Gotta go chase it and get off my ass
I really don't hang 'cause I like to flash
Fuck all that shit, I'ma get me a bag
Hoes tryna get in Jacquees' pants
I know all they really want is them bands
Hey, I need to stop
Head on collision, I'm 'causin' a wreck
Steady finessin' my way to the top
Hey, can't give up now
I think I'm a wizard, just call me John Wall
I tighten my shoe, and I run with that rock
[Jacquees:]
Fuck the critics, I'ma get it 'cause I want that ('cause I want that)
I won't complain what was on my plate 'cause I was hungry (I was hungry)
I still got love for all the people that left me lonely
Never will I come back, forever I'm on that, yeah
'Cause before the fame, I was a star
Changed our ways, but we ain't changin' who we are
I copped a foreign, remember the stolen cars
I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars
BESTIE/HIT lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
["BESTIE"]
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)
Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like
She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (Let's go)
Wanna link with her bestie and turn up
Some of 'em got that ass and all of 'em pretty
Got that bag and all saditty
She told me, "Just hit me," I come to her city
I'm tryna go shoppin', I'm bringin' her with me
In my cup, pour that purple, she fuck with the Henny
Party, I'm spinnin' the bottle with bitches
Freaky, I'm fuckin' with all of these women
I'm tweakin', I'm givin' 'em all of them Xannies
She wanna take her a pic' on her iPhone
Can't get in it, I never once hit it
You know how these people be think
We can stay as just friends, they gon' say that we fuck around
At the loft, hit her up 'fore I lay it down
Uber Eat, I'm too high, gotta bring it down
We gon' smoke out the pound, gotta break it down
I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up
And I brought her a bitch, you won't come in here
Don't tell me no when I'm motherfuckin' talkin' to her
Fuck around, I get mad and I bat you up
Took a right from my ex, I'm a vet', had to snatch up
Had to look at the calendar
Twenty Ms and nigga, I think I ain't rich enough
Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more
I be buildin' my listin' up
Late night with the baddest bitches
They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I'm feelin' her
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)
Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me
But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like
I like 'em nasty, bougie, ratchet (Yeah, nasty)
Bitch better on top
I know she ain't fuckin', I ain't even finna ask her (Nah, nigga, fuck that)
Got me sittin' in the car
All this goddamn ice on, hittin' in the dark
Big pretty-ass whip, don't make no sense
Gotta have somebody hop out to put the bitch in park (Hah, damn)
I can't lie, I be doin' too much
You caught me in the room, you a fuck
Keep it real, don't you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)
But that's only if I'm in the mood
Shit, I feel her legs through the day
I think one of 'em be borin' so I'ma need two
Bitches on me and that stick
Got both hoes lickin' on me and it's lit, goin' Baby like, yeah
Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Bitch)
Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)
No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities (Yeah)
I'm in the V with a blammer with me
Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip
TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)
I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (Go)
But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like (Go, go, go)
["HIT"]
(Okay) Maybach outside, Maybach out—uh (Yeah)
Maybach outside runnin', fuck, uh, uh (Okay)
Maybach outside runnin', uh, yeah
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Shut up, I know you don't love me (Let's go)
I'm fuckin' on her and her buddy, yeah (Yeah)
The Maybach outside, uh
I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin' (Yeah, bitch)
Don't make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah
You know when I air this bitch out now
I'm tryna be calm, I promise
It's gettin' too hard to be humble
It's a Phantom outside, I'ma get in that
Send 'em lil' niggas, I send 'em back up in the box in the coroner minivan
Go on 'em like Ja, make 'em spin like a ceilin' fan (Ayy)
Hop out and blow at 'em (Now come on, let's go)
You play with me, bitch, we gon' make CNN
Bet a fuck nigga know better
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (Okay)
They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch
Better how sick that they get
Hit 'em with this and I bet your lil' buddy you miss
I had to turn up my wrist
Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Got the below in the clip
Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit
I got a, uh, in this bitch, I got a, uh, in this bitch
I got the baddest ratchet bitch that's dancin' all on my dick
I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah
Brrt, leave 'em slumped, you know I do, don't say I don't
Got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
I got a stick in this bitch
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh
Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully
Blasian lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Them yeah' yeah's over
Mmm, yeah, uh
Slime
Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah
I love that girl to death
She did some shit that I can't let slide
She know when we slide
We be tearin' up your set, no lie
She know that I got that shit
She want to get up with' and hide
She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)
Hit him with that fire
Young rich nigga with' a whole lotta critics
But I can't be mad with' a lotta bitches (Let's go)
Forty-thousand back in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)
Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)
I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelin's (Yah)
We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (I know)
She was just my friend and I wind up hittin' it (That's right)
But outta me can't get no commitment (That's right)
Fenti, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)
Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)
Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)
Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)
Dirt bike Supreme goggles (Go)
Sellin' 'round booze bike rider (Huh)
Young nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)
Amiri jeans I'm stylin' (Errrf)
Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah
Three or at times I gave her two
I had five I was gon' take
Yah-yah, what I do to you?
What the fuck is it gon' take?
Percocet's and off that drink
I might learn another language
Took a Xan, now I can't think
And I'm not knowin' where my main one
Bought my ex from the bottom
Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'
To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin'
Society where them people be dyin'
I'm in the nawf where my life on the line
I'm with' my niggas, everybody got iron
Blasian, no, honey you fine
We not together and she not even tryin'
I made her a slime (Slatt)
Bought my nitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass
I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready
I couldn't get her out my head
The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'
I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch
So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)
Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)
Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah
We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off Codeine)
I pop X-y's yeah, yeah
Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)
Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah
That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah
BNYX Da Reaper lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
(I-I-I-)
(I-I-I-)
(I-I-I'm working on dying)
(BNYX)
Huh
I'm at your motherfuckin' backdoor tryna hit at your throat like these hollows are razors
Fuck all these niggas, I'm ready to kill 'em, I promise, nobody can save 'em
Life of a villain, I'm ready, let's get it, let's do it, I'm comin' to slay 'em
They just be talkin' that shit, but I'm havin' my way in this bitch like a player
Huh-huh, the fuck? Where them niggas is?
Oh, you want my ho? Huh?
Let 'em have that bitch, no surrender
Oh, I'm poppin' that shit, man, I'm poppin' that shit just for no reason, boy
I'm talkin' 'bout I tried to get, I tried to get the boy, I tried to leave the bitch inside the car dead
Look, fuck with them bats, I'm a wolf
But I put on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (Huh)
How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man
I want 'em whacked that's a motherfuckin' fact, and I know that they be on the same
Ridin' Daytona, my youngins, they on 'em, they catch 'em and knock out they brain
Young nigga pushin' up on 'em (Huh)
Young nigga swervin' and bendin' the corner
He got that burner up on him
Soon as you run, he gon' hit at your homie
I'ma pull up in the Hummer (Huh), like I got sponsored, lil bro'nem a king
I got a SVJ, stay the fuck out my way, leave your pussy-ass dead on the scene
I got these hoes at my place tryna paint my face, got the bitch turnt out on bean
I got my right over left, put a bitch on the shelf, I am one of them, man, I'll kill you
I'm takin' her off the shelf and puttin' Ne on the bitch, she gon' do anything that I please
I probably tie up me one, whip the bitch with my gun 'til you fall all the way to your knees
I don't wan' talk
Pussy-ass nigga, I'll kill your whole house, bitch (Huh)
Havin' my way in this bitch, I'm a player
I want Ya have another Kentrell
I want y'all stay the fuck off my trail
I got blocks I can send 'em by later
Bitch say y'all make nothin' go- Wow
Came with a spitter, then hit real clear
Black stripes, on all my nails
Play with me, nigga, you'll die right there
Doin' all that runnin', nigga stand right here
Knife tucked, dummy get cut from ear-ear
Motherfucker comin', nigga, know that I been here
Green rag, red flag, nigga, I'm slime
Shootin' up in that ho house, why you slidin'
Black Sheep, these niggas know 'bout slime
Nigga killed his son, all he did was cry
Pussy-ass, I ain't finna waste my time
I'm at your motherfuckin' backdoor tryna hit at your throat like these hollows are razors
Fuck all these niggas, I'm ready to kill 'em, I promise, nobody can save 'em
Life of a villain, I'm ready, let's get it, let's do it, I'm comin' to slay 'em
They just be talkin' that shit, but I'm havin' my way in this bitch like a player
Look, fuck with them bats, I'm a wolf
But I put on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (Huh)
How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man
I want 'em whacked, that's a motherfuckin' fact, and I know that they be on the same
Top, nigga
This big 4KTrey, AI
How you wanna do it, nigga?
Me and BNYX, we too fly in this bitch
I got a SVJ, stay the fuck out my way, leave your pussy-ass dead on the scene, nigga
Boat lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Tahj Money
Sharko made that
They thought that, they think I'm in love with that shit
Switchin' these clothes and smokin' these joes
Feel like I been coast to coast
Fuck these lames, changed up my game
I'm gonna try another sport
Need another one of my cars, I'm doin' that drivin' sport
Talkin' to Hayley, inspired Bronco
I'm tryna fill the whole closet up with a whole four
Talkin' to T and he do the remain
Know for a fact that I fucked up the game
She know I'm that nigga, she know I'm that man
She know I'm that nigga, don't care 'bout her man
She know I'll never be with her, uh
Three said the bitch friend do cocaine
All I know is she got us a daughter
All that I know, I was ready to spoil her
Jump in that skrrt and then live in the spoiler
Bitch, I came from not havin' water
Now a young nigga wit' me, step like boss
Came from the Nawf and I live like Ross
All these shawties that step in this house
All this money stashed up in this house
All these women I got in this bitch
They just can't wait 'til a nigga crash out
And I'm crashin' the boat, bitch (Skrrt)
Walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the bank (Woah)
When I'm crashin' the boat (Crashin' the boat)
Bitch, I got the wheel and I'm drivin' all the way to the bank
I'm sellin' the boat, bitch, this a Lamborghini and I went and bought me a tank
Jump on the boat, bitch, sail away from all the bullshit and all the lames
They want me to crash, young nigga crash, bitch-ass niggas
I'm about bull, got 'em crashin' out bad
I'ma do another play with a new bag
All camo, dressin' like I'ma task
Whenever I leave, I'm drivin' out fast
Whenever I'm back, like I'm inside of the trap
I'm sayin' these verses real fast
Cookin' this shit, none of this water whip, I done watched my grandma cook gumbo
Ride in the Rolls, I give it the kick and every time it do a high note
I been watchin' everything around me, they ain't catchin' me kick up my note
Dropped in the water and fucked up the face, I'm in this bitch like Guantanamo Bay
But I'm crashin' the boat, bitch (Skrrt)
Walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the bank (Woah)
When I'm crashin' the boat (Crashin' the boat)
Bitch, I got the wheel and I'm drivin' all the way to the bank
I'm sellin' the boat, bitch, this a Lamborghini and I went and bought me a tank
Jump on the boat, bitch, sail away from all the bullshit and all the lames
They want me to crash, young nigga crash, bitch-ass niggas
I'm about bull, got 'em crashin' out bad
I'ma do another play with a new bag
All camo, dressin' like I'ma task
Whenever I leave, I'm drivin' out fast
Whenever I'm back, like I'm inside of the trap
I'm sayin' these verses real fast
Brain lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
(DJ Swift on the track)
Ayy, like I know who bust that nigga brain
(Dubba-AA flexin')
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
I know who bust that nigga brain, they like "For real?"
They say "Them niggas out that gang, they the youngins of the year"
They say "The smallest shit you do can get you killed"
We up in broad day, so you better keep yo' shell, nigga
I'm out that Nawf, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from
Nigga know how we comin', we come retarted when we come
You say you gon' kill me, so when you see me, don't play dumb
That nigga diss me, now that bitch ass nigga slump
B strapped with that forty, it ain't no stuntin', he do dumb
We uppin' in public, ain't stoppin' bussin' 'till you done
You gon' get the same treatment as the lil' boy that you son
Nigga spin in my section, we loadin' up to come and hunt, believe that
This for them 38 Babies who out that Nawf, who lay down law
Who make the homicide detectives drawl the chalk
That's what they 'bout
Them niggas pussy, they don't do nun' but talk
So when we catch you, we gon' stretch you
We gon' close yo' fuckin' mouth
And all us certified, all us been on that wall
Gon' buss a nigga shit and ain't gon' speak on what we saw
We got assault rifles for whoever try to assault
Come raise your voice all you wanna, that choppa gon' talk loud
Up on me, you got me fucked up, bitch, I doubt it
Hollows steady bouncin', might as well say that we ballin'
You know it's from that Nawf back to that Fifth, bitch, it's retarted
Get to pickin' you lil' bitches out just like we havin' scallin'
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba
I know who bust that nigga brain, they like "For real?"
They say "Them niggas out that gang, they the youngins of the year"
They say "The smallest shit you do can get you killed"
We up in broad day, so you better keep yo' shell, nigga
I'm out that Nawf, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from
Nigga know how we comin', we come retarted when we come
You say you gon' kill me, so when you see me, don't play dumb
That nigga diss me, now that bitch ass nigga slump
B strapped with that forty, it ain't no stuntin', he do dumb
We uppin' in public, ain't stoppin' bussin' 'till you done
You gon' get the same treatment as the lil' boy that you son
Nigga spin in my section, we loadin' up to come and hunt, believe that
Bring 'Em Out lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Yeah that too
Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though
Bring 'em out (Out)
For that money, I'ma rush all day (Bring it)
Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I count it up now
I ain't hear nothin' y'all say (Nah)
They don't know I came up from the bottom (Bop)
But they know that these niggas be flodgin' (Flodgin')
She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar (Huh)
From the hood, but shorty a model (Let's go)
If I see the lil' bitch, I run down on a bitch, I don't bust it from out of the car
I got bitches roll 6s, on God
Lockin' in like she a lil' boy
Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard
How I live, I be playin' my cards
On the real, I got bro with the rod
He gon' shoot it the minute he saw it
He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the masi
Get that money and fuck on these hoes
Run it up, and then stick to the code
Double R, that's the life that he chose
I be steppin' in Margiela mode (Step)
I got Louboutin all on my clothes
On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze
Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose
Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose
My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt" (Slatt)
Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back
Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lac'
Hand out money so bro get a pack
Every come Monday , I give her a bag
Every two weeks, she go get her a wax
Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass
Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass
I'ma spin on his ass, I'ma blow out his mind
Let off a shot, he want war with the slime
Ride in the front, do the dash, I'm slidin'
Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side
Pull up, start dumpin', and send 'em a sign
Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin'
Like a soul or show, we gon' send a deposit
Turn up, bad, yeah
I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes
I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls
I'm her man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go
I'm in a band, yeah, I got drums on bottom of these sticks if you ain't know
I can dig up some gold like LSU
Make a beat wit' the Glock like I'm Saddam
She be talkin' to me like a baby
Had to ask the lil' ho, "Where your mother went?"
Don't wan' fuck her, I lie, been celibate
Play that role until you come relevant
Give a bag I know they gon' step on shit
I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me
I'ma gangsta for real, ain't no cappin'
If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it
I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic
You could play, send a shot at yo' mammy
Findin' money around like some dandruff
I be dancin' like Elvis, go Manson
Helter Skelter, I kill da whole clan and
Say a prayer, then I go back to plannin'
She ain't right tryna trap with a baby
I'ma throw me one back and go brazy
She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy
Stay down, kept it real, and he made it
They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican
He gon' go to the max he a madman
I got Molly in me like a beach tan
I put J on my feet with them old bands
I went bought 23 with the old money
I could go pull out some old hunnids
I got a whole lot of new money
I say a word, get you fronted
I say a word, get you knocked off
I take the charge, it's my fault
I send them youngins to spin on yo bin, they knocking you off and yo role dog
And I get the addy or drop where you be at, we gon' blow it and tear the whole house down
And I'm on the block where you barely could be at, it won't take you that long to get shot down
If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around
Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found
Old heads, they a Vet, they gon' roll around
If they know that they got it, they do it now
I got money
That's it? Man you got me trippin' in this bitch, man
Call On Me lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Come here baby let me show I love you
Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'
Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you
Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you
Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty
I had lost track of all my money, here babe count it for me
And I be in my feelings when you don't be talking to me
I was recording, Ben said that you was calling for me
When I got done I read your text, you say you waiting on me
When I get there I'ma eat you, fuck you like no other
I'ma kiss you, I'ma rub you and tell you I love you
I be looking in your eyes when we talk to each other
Deep down inside I can see us turning our together
Come here baby let me show I love you
Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'
Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you
Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you
Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty
You don't fuck with me how you say you do
You know I fuck with you
How far you'll go for me?
Above and beyond
She say, I don't wanna share nothin' that's mine, I can't waste my time
Look me in my eyes and tell me no lies
You need me on the road, I'm on my way now
Babe it's 3 O' clock I'll be there at 5, just save me a spot
You turn up with your gang, that's somethin' I can't stop
Just give me respect, don't act like I ain't there
You know that ain't fair
Fuck them hoes, they can't touch but they can stare
Ain't no secret boy, tell 'em I'm your girl and you know that's real
I'll admit I want you to be mine
Told that girl that I think about her all the time
She say if you really love me you wouldn't lie
You would never let me leave from off your side
She said I promise to stay down and I'm gon' ride
When I call for you, promise you gon' make time
Hold me down and together we gon' ride
Truthfully maybe one day me and you gon' tie the knot
Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy
Come here baby let me show I love you
Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'
Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you
Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you
Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty
Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me
I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me
You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you
Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty
Catch Him lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Look, look, this a dipper
Hold up, hold up, this Top baby
Hold up, we be spinner's, whole 4KTrey
(Playboy on this bitch but he ain't playing though)
Gangster shit, gangster shit, don't come 'round you ain't gangster bitch
Catch a opp, we gon' paint the bitch, swervin' back to back, SRT
Put that pussy on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)
Leave that pussy in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd
I need that shit that make me pop, I need that shit that make me wop
I need that shit that make me get straight out my top (Yeah)
I'm in this bitch, she cut up, wop, don't make no sense before the bop
It's Bella Noche's for the night, I told her hold her head
If you come through once you get done, I beat that pussy up (Oh, oh)
Ain't fuckin' with your ass tonight if you been drinkin' girl (Oh, oh)
I keep that blick onside my waist and I tote knives in jail
Got music playin' and I got all these hoes up in here (Bop, bop bop)
I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
Plenty money in this bitch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God (Oh, oh, oh)
And we gon' — Baow (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
We gon' jig all night, we gon' party all night (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
Gon' get loaded all night, gon' be drinkin' all night
Look, she wan' pop that pussy for me, she want me to eat her coochie
She want ride up in my Lambo, she don't want to have to roof in it
Pussy ass nigga, all that lookin' like I just won't shoot it
Huh, huh, huh, huh pussy boy, baow, baow
Thirty stick, I'm totin' it in the crowd, that my youngin' goin' dumb
Pistol P make you twitch, BabyJoe make sure you done
All these guns 'round this bitch, all I know is redrum
All this money around this bitch, I just know to buy me somethin'
We'll shoot that stick at you and your clique
Nigga, motherfuck 'bout where you from
Nigga, I'm with 6 and I'm out that North, you know exactly how I come
Bullets flyin' back to back, bang bang, knock you somethin'
Make sure you hit 'em in his hat, baow baow, that's a dome
Gangster shit, gangster shit, don't come 'round you ain't gangster bitch
Catch a opp, we gon' paint the bitch, swervin' back to back, SRT
Put that pussy on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)
Leave that pussy in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd
I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
Plenty money in this bitch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)
He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God
Change lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Dmac on the fuckin' track
Goddamn, BJ with another one (Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)
(Pain only, oh, oh)
(Pain only, oh, oh, oh) Uh
(Pain, oh, oh) It's YoungBoy
Get yourself together, come on
You was lovin' them, I was lovin' you
I'm in love with you but can't be with you
What the fuck I'm 'posed to do? (What?)
Treat me like a lame, I don't play games like I don't notice you (Like I don't notice)
What the fuck is it I'm missin' that he givin' that I don't show you? (That I ain't show)
I done sat up in the prison all night, wishin' that I'm holdin' you
Tryna make my money, bring me close to you, I'm feelin' sorry
Love ain't borrowed, it ain't bought, it won't be taken back tomorrow (Taken back tomorrow)
Feel this shameless fuckin' game left him stretched out 'bout his boy
Body left inside the car, they started arguin' 'bout that boy
Feel like I'm losin' my sane (Oh)
Pain only thing make change
Before anything, I'm a man (A man)
You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change
I gotta eat too (Eat), I'm in the streets, too
Caught up in some beef, too, I tucked it, I leave you (Brrt)
Pussy nigga, I could reach you (I could reach you)
Teach your bitch a lesson for to teach you (Teach you)
Exotic cars, glass house but this bitch bulletproof
That's how you gotta ride around when they wan' get at you (At you)
Shoot at the whip, jump out this bitch, and go to spin at you
Everybody that's in gon' hit at you, headshot to finish you
Self defense, still throw the tool (Baow, baow, go)
Pain only thing make change
On the other hand, thuggin', tryna keep my sane
God, there's a reason I'm clutching', they wan' bust my brain (Mm)
No, I can't trust her all 'cause she converse about feelin' my man
Dirty game
Feel like I'm losin' my sane
Pain only thing make change
Before anything, I'm a man
You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change
I thought you loved a nigga for a nigga
I come to you, won't be neglected
She might wan' sex me, don't ask your bestie, she don't want you or the man
Seen a nigga, he looked like a dyke until they told me what his name
Your face and neck, you got my name
Won't give a fuck 'bout if you change
Tryna make a dollar while I watch my partner
They wan' see me lose my dignity
Money don't bring class, I'm breaded bad, they cannot get to me
Half a ticket to this bitch, still, she is not shit to me
Bullets tearin' through the car, they plan on bendin' me
Epitome from poverty, I'm stuck in this economy
I put money in they pockets although they still plan on robbin' me
Knowin' I gotta watch 'em, I don't like 'em for to ride with me
Know that I'm a Dada, might still pay 'em for to slide for me
Roller coaster, get on top of me, fuck me good, see my face, lick the Nene
Or kiss the diamond, I close my eyes and vision so much that I see
Could barely sleep, I barely eat, I roll that dope up in the mornin'
Crack of dawn, and catch him comin' out his house, we crack his dome in
Head off
Drive right, flyin' past, we see police
Bro, take that pin from out your gun
Don't be scared, nah
We get caught, we gon' beat this shit
Might be two years before we done
Get the drop, we blitz they shit
We fight, we whoopin' shit, it ain't never one on one (It ain't never one on one)
That's my lil' brother, I know he thuggin'
It's gon' go down, he had me come
Feel like I'm losin' my sane
Pain only thing make change
Before anything, I'm a man
You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change
Chosen One lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again (feat. Kodak Black)
[Kodak Black (YoungBoy Never Broke Again):]
Project Baby
NFL, never forget loyalty
And I'm never going broke again
(Woah, yeah)
(Oh)
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can't change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same
I promise you that I'ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin', now it's time to be a man
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I'm a champion
I'm the chosen one, yeah
I'm a champion
Late at night no I can't sleep, I'm like oh
I got demons in my dreams, man I know
I just drop down to my knees, to the floor
I start praying to my God to make 'em go
I was young when grandmama died nigga
Take a look up in my eyes nigga
I'll never be disguised nigga
Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?
Working hard, now my name getting bigger
Comin' up I grew up 'round killing
Swear that I'm traumatized nigga
My hopes to the ceiling
Hurt and I need some healing
Gotta do better for my children
I can't give up on my mission
Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can't change
Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same
I promise you that I'ma leave how I came
Gotta stop playin', now it's time to be a man
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion
It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one, yeah
The chosen one, yeah
I'm a champion
I'm the chosen one, yeah
I'm a champion
[Kodak Black:]
Don't let nobody tell you different, you the greatest
Project baby and I'm a baby with a baby
And mama I been goin' back crazy again
I'm going back crazy
Dancing with the devil, fighting demons
My lady hate the way that I be sleeping
Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn't we
I remember when I didn't even believe in me
I be going hard never exaggerate
I be going hard nigga
I be going hard never over exaggerate
Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate
Draco baby, K banana clip, gon' chop an eight
But I love them shell catchers keep a thirty-eight
Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case
Free Lil Turk, he caught thirty
I done grew up way too quick, too early
Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey
I'm a warrior, that be my jersey
Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty
NBA winning, balling like I'm Stephen Curry
Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies
Closed Case lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Look, I heard these broke boys all hungry and ain't eaten, nigga
I heard these rap niggas hatin' on me and want beef, nigga
The FBI had took me down, they ain't wan' free me
Say I'm the reason who behind the killin' season
Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down
Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down
Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?
High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long
I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate
I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place (Grr)
Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today
Claimin' that he know me, but I know where this pussy stay
Come out late (Uh), closed case, bitch
Youngin with that switch, he let off rounds, ain't got no feelings
Blicky jammed, blicky jammed, oh shit, oh shit
Shorty say that she just can't leave me 'lone, wit' her fat ass
Need a secret lair inside my home 'cause I'm Batman
And know I can keep chains, bustdown hang on my pants
Body hitter, Patek no buss down, you knock off that man
Who walk in that bitch on money shit? like Rue SanTan
Who they know stay on that dummy shit? Like a madman
Bitch, I built a jail out like I'm Pablo, just 'cause I can
Bitch, they know Ben 10 young Gustavo, that's my right hand
Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down
Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down
Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?
High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long
I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate
I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place
Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today
Diamond rings, RM, and diamond chains put on top my wife
Makin' sure this shit ain't never goin' wrong, 'cause my life ain't right
Down bad, I'ma take your stripes, buy a Cat and erase the stripes
Burn 'em all, know the bitch ain't right, knock 'em off, I fuckin' might
Slang the steel, better shoot to kill, fuck up, that's your last night
Bop-bop, get your mans right, two hands and I stand tight
Doin' some dumb ass shit, gettin' on this bitch about that fuckin' hype
I support this bitch, smoke nothin' but spliff, just like a fuckin hype
I don't put up with shit, switch out you quick, you want that? Do it right
I ain't that type of man, soon somethin' go down it gotta go wrong
Law won't find out shit, accept this hit and you go do it right
I'ma accept half of this bag, I got stolos and supply chrome
Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down
Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down
Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?
High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long
I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate
I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?
4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place
Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today
death enclaimed lyrics - NBA YoungBoy
Ready to start shit?
OneHunnid on the beat
DY Krazy
God come and take me out this side all wrong
I don't wanna live here no more
I don't move around then they gone kill me in my home
The ones you known to be around not on my side
I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I lie?
Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't ever hiding
I'm in that Bentley, me and my youngest son
He too young to understand but we still having our one on one
Ecclesiastes, I told him everything done under the sun
They'll kill you when you speak the truth
Thug you when you play it dumb
I die today then I'ma leave my son within my Rolls (Shit)
Somewhere in the will he's in a big home (Yeah)
Since I been a child they knew what I'm on (I'm on)
Know you see niggas dying on your iPhone
Hurting you when I smile, oh
I might stall but I never lie, no
I see, they don't deserve me, truthful I speak
They won't murk me
Tell me, tell me
Somebody can you please tell me?
Why the fuck I feel like I'm the only speaking up, and that's on my own
Before I bow down to these niggas, I'll have my funeral in their town (Yeah)
God come and take me out this side all wrong
I don't wanna live here no more
I don't move around then they gone kill me in my home
The ones you known to be around not on my side
I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I lie?
Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga ain't ever hiding
I'm swervin' and it's early
Got a burden on my heart and it's a burden on my mind
Suicide for playing no movies I done seen plenty times
Tired of fucking 'round with groupies
4 lil' boys and 2 lil' girls and they mine
Life misplacement, blood shooting out
Now that's some shit for my eyes
Shawty dying, Glocks on my mind
I'm being framed right now
Whoever did it admit it if they get it
I done carried on with my life
Seeing Pat wasn't right but still now, what the fuck I'ma do 'bout a wife
Ya left her ring through the night
My heart wouldn't act right
Trying to explain so she can leave
Fucking with these bitches tryna run you far from me
'Cause if something was to happen to you I wouldn't even wanna breathe
God come and take me out this side all wrong
I don't wanna live here no more
I don't move around then they gone kill me in my home
The ones you known to be around not on my side
I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I lie?
Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga ain't ever hiding
Ain't never hiding, fuck
And they know what it is
I ain't ever hiding, 4K Trey
It's the truth, this ain't no rap
Fuck a nigga
Demon Party lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
I-I can care less
'Cause they don't know me
I-I'm livin' my life, like
It has nothin' to do with them, or, I'm not botherin' anyone
I will (Turn me up DeSean)
I got a song to tell right now, um
I was just thinkin' back on, from my, on my side of town
It really like, and it went a little somethin' like this
Steady gettin' high, I can't sleep, ooh, what I
'Cause the demons party all night long
Get it? Hahaha, haha ('Cause the demons party all night long)
I got some drugs, I ain't takin' no break
How many sticks in this bitch? It's 'bout eight
How many bitches I wanna hit? Eight
Can't see my eyes behind Cartier frames
Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't throwin' no shade
Bitch, I'm bussed down from my watch to my chain
Made from a jail cell, countin' my property
Hard body, concrete, slang with them K's
Flash out with these whips, make that bitch do a maze
Bitch, I'm a pimp, I got too many rings
I can't remember her, too many names
Just like the watch, I be switchin' the face
I want a yacht, sell that Bentley today
Fuck it, them crackers tryna get me for days
Go tell my label to pick up my budget
My stylist brought me too many damn things
Make another thirty million up inside of an eight month span
Not my brother runnin' with them niggas sayin' he don't fuck with me, damn
For to hide all these bitches, might as well go and buy more land
I'll hit a nigga ass with the Drac' with his baby in his hands, with his baby in his hands
I'ma die cryin', killed by these millions, don't play with these bands, nigga, don't play with these bands
Buy designer everything, got these hoes by the piece, tell 'em my piece fallin' off
All these scary-ass niggas facin' me, now they tryna see if they come over
Oh, I
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
'Cause the demons party all night long
Slide with the stick when they come bustin' every night
Playin' with my name, I'ma put you on a obituary
Broke-ass nigga, ol' scary-ass nigga head
I done got the bitch waitin', boss 'em up, cut them
Sprayin' on a nigga, we don't give a boy no life
Shawty watch it dry, hope the bitch don't go tellin'
I was dead broke, cut some grass when my momma tell me
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