One Shot lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again (feat. Lil Baby)

Drum Dummie

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't going out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

Started with a dream, I lost my brother, think about him daily

See the finish line in my eye, I pray to God I make it

My soul belongs to my family, I can't let 'em take it

So if I live or die, just know forever we the greatest

Modifications on the engine, I'ma hit it

Even if it save or take my life yeah

I'ma go all out with the ones I came in with

Can't tell if it's wrong or right, or right (Right)

Bring 'em to the stand, have a shootout inside this club (Yeah)

I took too many Xans, I flipped this bitch who even mugged (Brrt)

She told me that she can't fuck with me, I approached her like a thug (Huh)

Plus she prolly looked up in my face and seen I'm full of drugs (Yeah)

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't going out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't goin' out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

[Lil Baby:]

Tell me how I lost it when I ain't even found it yet

Try to ride my wave, wonderin' why they ain't drownin' yet

Choppa make a sound effect, grrat, grrat

I come from Section 8, got eight hundred around my neck

Hellcat take me to the jet, bought foreign cars so I can flex

A simple text can end with sex, I'm tryna set the mood

My trackhawk run off racing fuel, I'm drivin' like a fool

They see my drip then hold they breath then dive in like a pool

If I got one shot then I'ma blow it (Blow it)

They want what I got, yeah, I'm knowin' (Yeah, I'm knowin')

Pull up in the drop while he snorin' (How he snorin')

And I got that thing on me (And I, and I)

And I hope that they don't think wrong (Bah)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't going out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't going out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

Hol' up, I just stepped out in Givenchy boots

I let my doors up, lil' cuz', you see that Draco in the coupe

Young nigga froze up, with a ho from out the state look like Maya Lou

I got the dough stuff, too many killers with me comin' through

Make me blow your ass, you try to act, I show your ass

And I won't let you slide, you shouldn't have tried, I get you smashed

And I been on the rise, I'm goin' too high, I don't wanna crash

Bitch, look up in my eyes, I don't give a fuck, I'm really that

Bring 'em to the stand, have a shootout inside this club

I took too many Xans, I flipped this bitch who even mugged

She told me that she can't fuck with me, I approached her like a thug

Plus she prolly looked up in my face and seen I'm full of drugs

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't going out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

If they tell me that I got one shot, I'm on go

I ain't going out like no hoe and these niggas know

I'm goin' out with these riches and these bitches, know

I'm goin' out past that limit and my Glizzy blow

Hol' up

Opposite lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(It's kdubb)

Oh

(Omar on the come up)

I thought that you was the opposite

You was the one I was rockin' with

I'm the one who would think we'll never end

Get that money, with you I go shoppin' with

In the spot with me and my dogs

With a lot of guns and people runnin' in and out (D-Roc)

In a brand new whip and I know that it's clear that I gave my all for (Yeah)

For the ones ain't here and I know that it's clear that's who I ball for

Mind ain't thinkin' too clear (Uh-uh), headed to a bag on a lear, ayy

Got me the baddest ones in here, they only wear PL, Birkin and Chanel

Keep me a ski-mask, part of what I wear

Totin' on somethin' that'll knock down a whale

Wearin' on a fit that these niggas can't get

Wear the same shit when I'm playin' with the bears

Play 'round, shootin' shit, same fit in jail

Diamonds, they too big, get up out my ear

Same young man, steady totin' that flag

Murder one, Damu, all crabs get killed

I'm with a lot of money even though I want you here

But she actin' crazy, she want her a baby

I really got one, chase that bag every month

From the night to the sun, I been countin' up paper

That Patek, bought it eight and I value two hundred

Every car that I got, on the dash, two hundred

If you don't got a helicopter then you ain't gon' stop me

Hit the gas, hop out and start runnin'

In a brand new whip and I know that it's clear that I gave my all for

For the ones ain't here and I know that it's clear that's who I ball for

Mind ain't thinkin' too clear, uh, headed to a bag on a lear, ayy

Got me the baddest ones in here, they only wear PL, Birkin and Chanel

Run that bag up, it's just me and my partners

Hustle so hard, I go buy you some Prada

I get that drank from prescriptions with doctors

Sit in this bitch and I drank a whole lotta

I want you here for to feel on yo' body

Know that I'm down and you say that you got it

Don't come around me if you ain't got Roxy's

I ain't givin' nothin', I can't choose what you poppin'

Fuck with you, I thought that you was the opposite

Stuck with you, we stuck together, my pockets bent

Dollars, ain't have me no hundreds inside of it

Get in some shit, gotta shoot, Stojaković

Ain't poppin' that shit unless I come up in it

That drank in that bottle tryna come with a Remy

Forever we rockin', saw you on silly shit

Never thought you was the one who was so quick to switch

I thought that you was the opposite

You was the one I was rockin' with

I'm the one who would think we'll never end

Get that money, with you I go shoppin' with

In the spot with me and my dogs

With a lot of guns and people runnin' in and out

Waitin' for yo' call, steady gettin' high, ain't comin' down

Pandemonium lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Ooh, ooh

'Bout to flame that bitch with diamonds in Paris

Slatt

Gettin' that money like a speed racer (Speed racer)

And all my shows, it be pandemonium (It be cursed)

Used to sell drugs right on dawg but J's ain't them (Northside)

Married to the money, quarters on my cranium (Yeah)

Let me show you what I made, yeah (What I made)

Two hundred thousand in two days, yeah (All just two days)

All this pain never stop me, that's what made me

Told me you loved me, couldn't believe you tried to play me (Let's go)

I ate free lunch, then I came up in Valley Park with dawg (With dawg)

Ain't gave me nothin', they criticized me, used to call me dumb (Call me dumb)

My neck on ice and I shot dice, it wasn't for money, yo (Money, yo)

So many drugs, I'm gon' get life, the police runnin' here (Woo)

I can't believe you tried to play me (Can't believe you tried to play me)

I ain't had nothin' but that's what made me (But you thought that I was crazy)

I was small but now I'm bigger

Gettin' money with all my niggas (Let's go)

Every day, still tote that pistol

I'm not no public figure (Skrrt)

Gettin' that money like a speed racer (Speed racer, speed racer)

And all my shows, it be pandemonium

Used to sell drugs right on dawg but J's ain't them (On dawg)

Married to the money, quarters on my cranium (Yeah)

Let me show you what I made, yeah (Let me show you what I made)

Two hundred thousand in two days, yeah (All just two days)

All this pain never stop me, that's what made me (Made me)

Told me you loved me, couldn't believe you tried to play me

Don't care what they say 'cause I'm paid

Performin' on the main stage

Money cost the police raid

I stopped goin' to school at seventeen

I accomplished all my dreams

Can you fathom slippin' lean?

Bean, bring me all the beans

Stay true to what I believe (Uh)

Percs and molly, X (X-X)

Whole lotta diamonds, flex (Don't flex)

Whole lotta money, bet (Bet)

I ran up a check (Yeah)

Seatbelt in the studio with his daughter, I call her Princess (Princess)

Twenty-one, I'm screamin' [?], shoot above your head (Bang, bang)

Let me show you what I made, yeah (Let me show you what I made)

Two hundred thousand in two days, yeah (Two hundred thousand in two days)

All this pain never stop me, that's what made me (Made me)

Told me you loved me, couldn't believe you tried to play me (Let's go)

Next

Proud Of Myself lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Ayo Bans, what you cookin'?

Mmm

Mmm-mmm, oh

Look, this Alice grandson, Kentrell (Mmm-mmm-mmm-hmm-mmm-mmm, son)

Yeah, that lil' boy who you used to always tell on

I used to be jumpin' yo' gate, takin' the oranges, uh

I could tell you that I'm proud of myself

I grew up hard, but that's just the way it is

Bad boy, all the neighbors, they ain't want me with they kids

Probably thought that I'd die, but now they see the way I live, oh-oh

I done made it 'cross the field, that's a touchdown

Clockin' in, cause the kid got to work now

Mama know that we up now

Birkin bag full of cash, hol' on, let's go

They don't like me, but I got it, I'm in it, this how it is

I was down, ain't have nobody, I did it, I smile big

I need forgiveness for things that I did

I'm thankin' God that he blessed me with all of my friends

I'm in the hills with all of these Ms

He don't even smoke K2, but I'm smokin' this shit with twin

I was stressin' over you while you wildin' out with yo' friends

With my brother in the coupe, go to poppin', we shootin' again, yeah

And I came out the cell, boy

Ain't finish school, but I said that I excel for it

I'm gettin' it in, I ain't quittin' 'cause I'm winnin'

Knowin' how I'm rockin', I ain't stoppin' for the law tonight

Layin' around the crib with bad women

Rhythm that I'm feelin', XO got me goin' off tonight

Shawty know she real bad with it

She gon' ride me and ride me 'til I tell her for to stop at the light

Stay off the 'Gram, not makin' friends and she fuck with that

She made a video out with 'em and I'm lovin' that

I got a group of bad women wanna tussle

Pretty, yeah, got it bad, bad, bad, yeah, yeah

They ain't wan' see me winnin', I was in the prison

Missing my children, oh, I

I come from playin' with that glizzy, tryna hit 'em 'cross the fences

I ain't rappin', I'm tellin' it

Stuck up in it, I feel like I'm on my own (Feel like I'm on my own)

Paid them millions, I still don't feel like I'm home

And it's the small lil' things been goin' wrong

Feel like my mama gone away for like way too long

I ain't tryna party 'round y'all

Cooler than a bird body, more sauce than a Gala walk

Recognize 'fore it's missin', I completed every mission, I done made it out my grandad house

Shorty, please don't you leave, don't you see that I'm in a two-way love affair?

Got my heart broke, If I was focused on that

Would've got my head knocked off

Money gettin' disease, gun-totin', slingin' nigga

Dead wrong how you vision me (Dead wrong how you vision me)

And I'm richer than every single of my specific critics

Watch your tone when you mention me

I can feel it deep inside of my soul

I know it's gon' get better as we go

As you know (Oh), all I receive

Still'll ride in a rental with fft in my denim

John Elliott linen got crease and my jeans say Amiri

Ayy, say who a ten and I stand, okay

No, she ain't loyal, I ain't fallin', no way

But inside that girl, I be far away

Run it up, way too much racks for a safe

Seven hundred thousand what I'm paying for the case, that's a shame

Got a hit for every song that they play, what you say?

I won't get paid, ain't no love for the game (Mmm)

Mmm-mmm, oh

Grandma, I did it

I don't really care what they say, I did it (Mmm, mmm, mmm)

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, oh, child

Pull Up Actin lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again & P Yungin

(Lil' Trebble made the beat, he only had to play it once)

Pull up actin

I got diamonds in my necklace

I got money

In my pockets and I'm flexin nigga

Tote that ratchet

Ima blast it if you actin nigga

Point at your head

Head home if you cappin nigga

Look I'm young but I got these bitches all in my home

Pussy ass niggas get no dap

Introduce them to my chrome

Hit the bustas off the flap

We gon knock your head off

We gon lay you in your last bed

Let your family pout

(Your fuckin coffin)

What this about

Pull up to your house

With them choppas

Mmm let em out

Put a hundred on his head

Then I come out

Who gon run

(Who gon run)

Bitch come out

We youngins and they bleedin

Can't drive the Rolls

I'm full of Xans so we smash in the coup

Big Chains on bendin lights

They tickin let it boom

Big wings on

Fuck that flower

Throw em to the groom

Pull up actin

I got diamonds in my necklace

I got money

In my pockets and I'm flexin nigga

Tote that ratchet

Ima blast it if you actin nigga

Point at your head

Head home if you cappin nigga

Look I'm young but I got these bitches all in my home

Pussy ass niggas get no dap

Introduce them to my chrome

Hit the bustas off the flap

We gon knock your head off

We gon lay you in your last bed

Let your family pout

(Your fuckin coffin)

Pull up actin with that Michael draco in my hand

I call em skillets only kill for speaking on his clan

PY a demon he don't give a fuck bout what you sayin

I be the reason that these niggas life come to a end

Racked a Billi at 16 I found out God was with me

I blew 20 at 16 look how my diamonds hittin

Jumped in the Trackhawk do the dash hope I don't crash the engine

Fuck what he said I want him dead lil bitch get out my business

Pull up actin

I got diamonds in my necklace

I got money

In my pockets and I'm flexin nigga

Tote that ratchet

Ima blast it if you actin nigga

Point at your head

Head home if you cappin nigga

Look I'm young but I got these bitches all in my home

Pussy ass niggas get no dap

Introduce them to my chrome

Hit the bustas off the flap

We gon knock your head off

We gon lay you in your last bed

Let your family pout

(Your fuckin coffin)

Return Of Goldie lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Check this, yeah

Uh-huh, uh-uh

These bitch ass niggas gon' respect this

She say, "I see that you barely sleep

And I know you be up, protectin' me"

Uh, this ain't no return of no Makaveli, this Goldie, bitch

Now, I'ma tell you I'm a mac for life, I fuck over shit

If I'ma do it then I'ma do it right, on some soldier shit

All black GNikes, shirt on my face, run out, I'm down to fold a bitch

Nigga, I'll tell you my momma first one put a bandana around my head

You niggas some hoes and pussy

And couldn't come round where I was raised at

Me and Three was burglarizing as a child, that's how we played that

We ain't have no friends, after the end, we breakin' in they place, yeah

I'm with that shit, they all fake

Go ask my momma, I don't play

I shot that boy that same day

Monique cleaned blood from off my J's

Want beef with me, best have some K's

Bro swang this Drac' across your face

I pop these pills to heal my pain

This shit so real that I'm insane

She say, "I see that you barely sleep

And I know you be up, protectin' me"

And it's okay, 'cause I got guards inside the backyard

And the front yard, 'case they play

Bitch, you gon' die inside of this yard, we gon' drag you to your grave

House arrest bracelet on my leg but, bitch, I still got me a K

When it go down, I'm gon' run down right where it's heat inside this place

And spray around at all you bitch niggas

No, you can't kill me, I got my children inside this bitch with me

I'm too official, ain't puttin' my life in hands inside security

They just my cover-up, just for the time I fuckin' kill you, bitch

I heard the streets watchin', big knots in my pockets, fuck wit' me

Bitch, I put this bag on top anybody

I heard the Feds watchin', think they got me, but can't stop me

Put them pills inside my body, movin' wit' my groovy body

This shit fucked up, that's my girl and her family ain't got no love

Hold on, this shit fucked up, this ain't about her

That's my family, my own family ain't got no love

Mane, I'm fucked up

Fuck all you bitches, fuck all you hoes

I say I am a rich nigga, I am so gone

I say I know your love fake, so please leave me 'lone

I say I will have your back so you leave from 'round me

'Cause I say, "I see that you barely sleep

And I know you be up, protectin' me"

Uh, this ain't no return of no Makaveli, this Goldie, bitch

Now, I'ma tell you I'm a mac for life, I fuck over shit

If I'ma do it then I'ma do it right, on some soldier shit

All black GNikes, shirt on my face, run out, I'm down to fold a bitch

Ain't no return of no Makaveli, this Goldie, bitch

Rich Nigga View lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

I'm keeping you right on side of me

I don't wanna take over keep ridin' me

I don't wanna cause no scene (yea)

Keepin' it calm I mean it whatchu go do you

Sending them threats and I don't take them lightly

Floating through the city we ridin'

Writing it don't gotta type it

Here me through you don't love me how you used to

I need you (oww) I don't lose (oww) jump out shoot (oww)

Side from the coop (oww)

I need them racks out the money mo money

They comin' I'm dumpin' I'm runnin' no frontin'

Turn to the side run out bust out the rod

You can see green in my eyes

Look and see that my heart tied

I let the act float out the bottle

I'm rollin' with 5 pullin' some out fo them slimes

I can not deal with the lies

Stop in the back ain't no robbin' me

Down for the gang she can ride for free

Perc after xan lay down for a week

Probably got a tec so I ain't hittin' yo weed

Molly and a x got a grip on me

Talk about she want a rich nigga view

I told her bye bye bye ain't nobody bought a block in with you

I sit on the side high side I ain't gowin down low as you

Its only you what you wanna do its only us taking on a few

In a Maybach got Gorillaz to

I'm keeping you right on side of me

I don't wanna take over keep ridin' me

I don't wanna cause no scene (yea)

Keepin' it calm I mean it whatchu go do you

Sending them threats and I don't take them lightly

Floating through the city we ridin'

Writing it don't gotta type it

Here me through you don't love me how you used to

I need you (oww) I don't lose (oww) jump out shoot (oww)

Side from the coop (oww)

I need them racks out the money mo money

They comin' I'm dumpin' I'm runnin' no frontin'

Ride lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Double cup my lean just to make it through the night

Let's take our chances baby, it's gon' be alright

Promise to be there for you baby, wrong or right

Come jump in with me, let's go take a ride

A ride, yeah

We forever ride

We gon' ride, yeah

I'm sorry I ain't answer for you babe, the other night

Got in a shootout with some niggas on the other side

Don't worry 'bout me, I promise to you I'ma keep it tight

This from my heart, so this right here no I ain't gotta write

I been trippin' lately, you know that I'm gon' confess it

No I won't let 'em tell it, only one talk 'bout the fetty

I'ma be there for you baby if you ever let me

I take you out to Paris, what you want make sure you get it

Yeah, let you meet my family baby

I'm 17 and I got four babies

My pride too big, I won't let 'em play me

This life I'm livin', man I swear it's crazy

Double cup my lean just to make it through the night

Let's take our chances baby, it's gon' be alright

Promise to be there for you baby, wrong or right

Come jump in with me, let's go take a ride

A ride, yeah

We forever ride

We gon' ride

Let's take a ride, c'mon babe let's go (let's go, let's go)

Anything bound to happen, you would never know

Don't worry 'bout nothin', I'ma protect you, you know I'ma blow

Girl that ain't nothing, just sit back and go with the flow

No I won't leave you baby, right now I need you baby

Make sure I'm straight, make sure you're straight, together we gon' make it

Don't need no job baby, we gon' count up on the daily

And we can gamble and be on like we up in Vegas

She like YoungBoy you the realest

She say she forever with me

All alone when we kick it

Let's go higher, told her stars is the limit

Double cup my lean just to make it through the night

Let's take our chances baby, it's gon' be alright

Promise to be there for you baby, wrong or right

Come jump in with me, let's go take a ride

A ride, yeah

We forever ride

We gon' ride

Ride lyrics - Birdman

[Birdman (NBA YoungBoy):]

Yeah, yeah

Stunna man (brr)

38 baby, you know?

From the bayou

You know?

Just on some OG original shit

Original hot boy type shit

Project life, you know? (Ayy, baby tell me, would you ride for a nigga?)

I remember seein' a little homie got hit up (Baby tell me, would you die for a nigga?)

Best believe we gon' hit somethin' up (I'ma slide for my niggas)

You know? (On my life, I'ma slide for my niggas)

Started with six, ended with five, and hot boy the one still alive (I'ma ride for my niggas, on my soul, I'ma ride for my niggas)

Shit real out here, boy (I'ma die for my niggas, on my gang, I'ma die for my niggas)

You know? Bunch of young niggas wylin' tryna get money (Ayy, ayy)

'Til we decided we was gon' get money, got money (Ayy, ayy)

Ain't give a fuck about nothin' (Ayy, ayy)

Better you than me, that's how I was taught (Ayy, ayy)

This on some G shit, blood (Ayy, ayy)

[NBA YoungBoy:]

Baby tell me, would you ride for a nigga?

Baby tell me, would you ride for a nigga? (Would you ride for a nigga?)

Baby tell me, would you die for a nigga?

Baby tell me, would you die for a nigga? (Would you die for a nigga?)

Baby, come and take a ride with a nigga

Come and see the other side with a nigga (other side with a nigga)

Baby, come and pass time with a nigga

Had to tell 'em I'm a high class nigga (I'm a high class nigga)

Ayy, let me tell you, I ain't never had nothin'

On the way to that money, I be runnin' (I be runnin', I be skrrt)

I could show these niggas how to make somethin'

Every day, all day, we be stuntin' (all day we be stuntin')

Livin' wrong, you ain't never seen nothin'

Promised me you would never say nothin' (you would never say nothin')

Had to tell baby girl I'm a stunna

Have you ever rode through town with a gun? (Let me tell you 'bout it)

I'm out the north, we youngins thuggin' and poppin'

The only way that we can get it, so you know we ain't stoppin'

You step on scene, all these bitches they be lookin' to jock

We sellin' drugs, the police they keep passin' and watchin'

We get it in to the ten, so they steady keep blockin'

We roadrunnin' on our ten, steady movin' them racks

Yeah, other than that, let me show you how we rockin'

On a brand new yacht with them bottles steady poppin' (steady poppin')

Stunna told you ain't no love in the streets

Lotta water on my neck, so my chain gotta pee

Every rope on my chest cost more than a ki

I keep fuckin' up my business 'cause my stomach full of lean

Yeah, I hit a nigga with that TEC, he try to take somethin' (brrt, brrt)

Blac Youngsta show these niggas how to shake somethin'

[?] bringin' out the boat when the flood comin'

Young nigga with a whole lotta fuckin' money (ah)

[Birdman:]

Project hallways, you understand me?

Block party

We trappin', but a nigga trappin' and thinkin' we slippin'

But they trappin', but we rappin', they trappin', but they all just slippin' (ya heard?)

Pull up with that bullshit like we wasn't with it (brrt, brrt)

Hit the lil' homie, though

You know? They got hit six, they got you hit three

That lil' homie got hit twice

We roll for thirty days behind that shit (ya heard?)

'Til them pussy niggas went to hidin'

You know?

Suicide with it

Then the money went to comin'

Them big boys pulled up, fuck

See how G shit really get

Snatched up a lot of niggas

You know we was on some fuck them boys (fuck them boys)

On some G shit

Nigga out of line, we gon' cross him (make money shit)

Simple, play the mind game, ya heard?

Like a nigga think it's cool when you heard me (you heard?)

Got 'em slippin'

Streets where it ain't no love, blood

Learned that the hard way

Stunna

[NBA YoungBoy:]

Baby tell me, would you ride for a nigga?

Baby tell me, would you ride for a nigga? (Would you ride for a nigga?)

Baby tell me, would you die for a nigga?

Baby tell me, would you die for a nigga? (Would you die for a nigga?)

Baby, come and take a ride with a nigga

Come and see the other side with a nigga (other side with a nigga)

Baby, come and pass time with a nigga

Had to tell 'em I'm a high class nigga (I'm a high class nigga)

Ayy, let me tell you, I ain't never had nothin'

On the way to that money, I be runnin' (I be runnin', I be skrrt)

I could show these niggas how to make somethin'

Every day, all day, we be stuntin' (all day we be stuntin')

Livin' wrong, you ain't never seen nothin'

Promised me you would never say nothin' (you would never say nothin')

Had to tell baby girl I'm a stunna

Have you ever rode through town with a gun? (Let me tell you 'bout it)

Run lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Scalez)

(This a Scalez track, ayy, tell them, "Run that back")

Huh, take off, run

Don't take off, run

Hold on, hold on, take off runnin'

Young nigga, hop out, take off, run

Hold on

I hop out sprintin' to that money, like, where that check at?

Young nigga go for nothin', fuck 'round and take all off your bitch neck

From nightfall to sundown (It's Top, nigga), I'm tryna correct that

I got that concrete, that heroin, my B brothers, they stretched that (Huh)

Called his mama in the whip, I'm in the back, I'm trailin' bricks

Late night, I'm comin' in the house where I rapped, and dealin' with this shit

She stabbed that bitch inside my house, I had five blocks inside my safe

I had them straps inside my place, they put they Glocks inside my face

I told 'em, "Take off, run"

When we pop out, you better not try to run away

Hit back ya head, this bitch gon' come from out your face

You must ain't heard, we tote them hunnid rounds and Dracs with .223s

You best believe, I make you bleed

I'm soldiered down in camo jeans

I'm screamin', "Murder, play with me"

I'm hopin' Jaz never turn her back on me, oh-oh-oh-oh

I'm hustlin', I'm runnin', I'm tryna get to that money

And you won't stop me for nothin'

Hold on, take off, run, hear my money come (Yeah)

I got a hunnid-round drum for a nigga wanna try somethin' (Yeah)

Look, I'm cold like a freezer

Bad bitch like a meaner

I paint my face and tote that Drac', and they can't change my demeanor

It was the sink but now I make 'em take my clothes to the cleaners

I'll never sink, this watch a tank, this money come like the seasons

All been well, if you can't tell, I'm on the route of achievements

If one go out, I'll never tell, I'll go all out with that beast

I got a mask on, painted nails when I pop out when you see me

Send yo' pussy-ass to Hell, 'cause you done gave me a reason

Oh, I'm gon' take off, take off

I know a way out, way out

Who the fuck done told you murder never paid off?

Ain't take no days off, days off

Know it's gon' pay off, pay off

Time makes up money, I ain't goin' in the house

And now, I can't pay my rent, 'cause all my money spent, yeah

I spent it all on sticks, and buyin' big diamonds for my bitch

I told 'em, "Take off, run"

When we pop out, you better not try to run away

Hit back ya head, this bitch gon' come from out your face

You must ain't heard, we tote them hunnid rounds and Dracs with .223s

You best believe

Hold on, take off, run, hear my money come (Yeah)

I got a hunnid-round drum for a nigga wanna try somethin' (Yeah)

(Oh, I'm gon' take off, take off)

(I know a way out, way out)

(Who the fuck done told you murder never paid off?)

(Ain't take no days off, days off)

(Know it's gon' pay off, pay off)

(Time makes up money, I ain't goin' in the house)

Runnin' From Da Feds lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Mook On The Beats

Ayy, I come from the north side, you heard me?

Ayy, whole lotta killin', whole lot of, you know, burglary

Yeah, I'm on this shit

Now turn up, I ran it up without a pass

And I told 'em, "Follow me, I know a way to get that bag"

I was runnin' through that north, I hit a lick without a mask

Quick to bust a nigga ass, don't give a fuck if he throw a flag

Yeah, try to run up, blow a hole through your ass

I was stolo, ridin' foreign with my son in a jag

I was fuckin' on this shorty, pet her skin when I'm mad

I be on some other shit, my mind still in the past

I'm so boomin' that I'm slime, you can slatt, I'll wipe your ass

I could nab it like I know you, I'll still rob your ass

When them niggas robbed lil' Ben, I had to run out with that mag

Like, "Come here," lil' bitch, don't move, you make a sound, I let it blast

Lil' shawty schemin', I ain't fallin' for that

Ain't go to school all by myself, runnin' your shit for that flat

I got my second million dollars, I never looked back

I give my youngins twenty thousand for them to come where you at

And I'm still young, but watch this money in my pockets, molly in my body

I can't sell no drugs, I ran it up, I came out the socket

I can't save my money, if I want it, I pull up the body

Thirty in my stick and I just put a hundred in my choppa

I be actin' slow, I'm playin' dumb, they think I got a problem

I don't give the fake shit no attention just to hide my problems

Say she wanna fuck me, that ain't right, she go out with my partner

I can't trust a ho or anybody, I don't like lil' mama

Pull up to the projects, they be watchin', they like how I'm wylin'

I won't tell a thing, he say my name and he forever silent

Pull up with some money and narcotics, drugs in my pockets

Sit up in that cell and do my dance, I ain't never stoppin'

Walk up on that stage, still got cases pendin'

I used to really think I couldn't 'til the time I did it

I just want love from other bitches, she just want my business

Jump in that Maybach with my stick, YB released from prison

Hate don't love, focus with my head on

The blessings came hard and I'm still livin' wrong

I looked the devil in his eyes, I could read it

I been betrayed plenty times, it's to the point I don't need it

My mom was still gettin' on my ass 'cause I be totin' that heater

I come through once, I vroom out there and go hard for lil' Nita

They tell me, "Start a business," I just go to Joe to start a corporation

'Cause my nigga all behind that money, I don't wanna face it

Kamiri was in mind, but God done blessed me with another baby

Pull up right on time, I tote that .9 so they won't take my place

Text me, money talk like rappin', love to send a message

Kill a nigga, I look real suspicious, I don't do no flexin'

He's ejected, you know I be steppin', racks off, lead the weapon

Through your section, ridin' with a carbon, shoot from out the Lexus

I won't never steady, and I can't make that work lock up from out of Texas

And he can't tablespoon with that baking soda

It turn tan, spend my money, movin' through the coaster, watch it land

I know them niggas pussy, kill 'em, it's another charge

Instagram nigga tellin' all the business, I just think it's fraud

Whoop a nigga ass, what I'm swingin', really think I'm Floyd

Run up on me, suicidal dreaming, uppin' with the rod

Now turn up, I ran it up without a pass

And I told 'em, "Follow me, I know a way to get that bag"

I was runnin' through that north, I hit a lick without a mask

Quick to bust a nigga ass, don't give a fuck if he throw a flag

Yeah, try to run up, blow a hole through your ass

I was stolo, ridin' foreign with my son in a jag

I was fuckin' on this shorty, pet her skin when I'm mad

I be on some other shit, my mind still in the past

I'm so boomin' that I'm slime, you can slatt, I'll wipe your ass

I could nab it like I know you, I'll still rob your ass

When them niggas robbed lil' Ben, I had to run out with that mag

Like, "Come here," lil' bitch, don't move, you make a sound, I let it blast

Slime

Ryte Night lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Who made this shit?

TayTay made the beat

Uh, uh

For real flexin', let's go, woah, go

Boss, go, real big boss, go

Believe that bitch nigga

Nighttime, I'm up at the right time, uh, uh

Sewer damage, I say he get piped now

Demon baby, killin' shit on sight now

Money crazy, stay with least a hunnid thousand

Loaded, nigga know I'm in his bitch just like I'm Ben Fields (Yeah)

Straight out them trenches but I still be with that shit still

I'm out the roof, I'm steady foldin', I'm off of three pills (Woah, woah)

Like, bitch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it's been real

Tryna talk, bodies gettin' stepped on (Gettin' stepped on)

The joke's on you, you diss, now you gettin' repped on

She a trap bitch, she know how to change tones (Yeah)

Real grave diggas doin' clutch off the same phone

With nine inch heels, buss a check in his dome

Fuck how them coppers feel, stick any one I left, uh

Get put up when I'm stayin' down, don't kill 'em with the city state

But I'm gon' let 'em slide, I'm just gon' catch him and stomp in his face

Uh, nighttime, I'm up at the right time, uh, uh

Sewer damage, I say he get piped now

Demon baby, killin' shit on sight now

Money crazy, stay with least a hunnid thousand

Loaded, nigga know I'm in his bitch just like I'm Ben Fields (Yeah)

Straight out them trenches but I still be with that shit still

I'm out the roof, I'm steady foldin', I'm off of three pills (Woah, woah)

Like, bitch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it's been real

Gladiator, catch him slippin', zip a hater

Cameras out there, I won't fade 'em

Burners out here, toxic face 'em

Rich forever, no Schwarzeneggar

Diamond face, that's a Terminator

Diamond face like I work a pager

Diamonds worth are forever greater

Big B, this is murder business

Sittin', watchin', I can't take the K

Not goin', Tay, I gotta excuse myself

Bitch nigga, you don't need no face

Strapped down, I need both thots

Through the date on the day I'm gon' make it

Lookin' down on these pussy niggas

Jokin', all of these hoes hatin'

Uh, nighttime, I'm up at the right time, uh, uh

Sewer diamonds, I say he get piped now

Demon baby, killin' shit on sight now

Money crazy, stay with least a hunnid thousand

Loaded, nigga know I'm in his bitch just like I'm Ben Fields (Yeah)

Straight out them trenches but I still be with that shit still

I'm out the roof, I'm steady foldin', I'm off of three pills (Woah, woah)

Like, bitch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it's been real

safe then sorry (Interlude) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Gotta be hella cautious

Better to be safe than sorry

Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless

Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in

Used to be ready to die, but now I wanna live my nigga (Woah)

Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone

Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky

No need to be scared, know we gotta all go

No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow

Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though

I'm gon' be ready, ready for to move on

We did not end strong, I just say it's all my fault

Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady

Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes

Im gon' make it right, I'm headed home, you just gotta be ready

Gotta be hella cautious

Better to be safe than sorry

Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless

Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in

No need to be scared, know we gotta all go

No need for me losin' my head, ain't no sorrow

Gotta be ready, ready for that call, though

I'm gon' be ready, ready for to move on

We did not end strong, I just said it's all my fault

Can you be pleasant? Crazy lady

Problems start to hit me and it cut deep like machetes

I'ma make it right, I'm headed home, you just be ready

Gotta be hella cautious (You better be ready)

Better to be safe than sorry (You better be ready)

Can't be out here unprotected, thoughtless (You better be ready)

Still been healin' from my pain, I'm all in

Used to be ready to die but now I wanna live my nigga (Woah, you better be ready)

Still got some on side but all ain't right 'cause half my niggas gone (You better be ready)

Diamonds bought to shine, removin' all the darkness in the sky (You better be ready)

Scenes lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again (feat. PnB Rock)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

I bought you a Rolly, that don't mean nothin', I brought her one too

Ain't got on one look at my other arm, I got on two

I'm so sick and tired of this lifestyle, but this money I'll never lose

I done finally went and got some hype now, I can't give it all up for you

I'd die for this shit right now before I give it all to them goons

They gon' die for this shit right now, I ain't going like them other dudes

Chasin' money all through the night, right, with my bros tryna make a move

Steady trying to keep his cool, never let him play me like a fool

Walk in a place and I light up the room

[PnB Rock:]

I come from the slums, where if there is smoke then you know it's on site (On site)

Can't get caught lacking, turn your head and you lose your life (Lose your life)

This shit ain't a game, bitch, you reach for my chain you can die tonight

You fuck with the gang, bitch, you know we going to bang, we can slide tonight

Gave you my trust beencause I thought you was real (Real)

Gave you my love, bitch, I thought we could build (Build)

You broke my heart, bitch, that shit hard to heal (Heal)

You got me falling in love with these pills (Pills)

Don't call my phone, don't wanna chill (Chill)

Busy right now, I'm in the field

Doing too much, always doing too much

No, it's no more us, tell me how it feels (Bitch)

I bought you the Rolly, but I don't have ti-i-ime (Ti-i-ime)

And, naw, I ain't going to take that shit back, I still want you to shi-i-ine (Shi-i-ine)

Can't even lie you been on my mi-i-ind (Mi-i-ind)

I'ma be fi-i-ine (Fi-i-ine)

Yeah

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again (PnB Rock):]

I bought you a Rolex, that don't mean nothing I brought her one too (Boughter her one too)

Ain't got on one look at my other arm, I got on two (Bitch)

I'm so sick and tired of this lifestyle, but this money I'll never lose (I'll never lose)

I done finally went and got some hype now, I can't give it all up for you (No, no, no)

I'd die for this shit right now before I give it all to them goons (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

They gon' die for this shit right now I ain't going like them other dudes (No, no, no)

Chasing money all through the night, right, with my bros tryna make a move (Yeah)

Steady trying to keep his cool, never let him play me like a fool

Walk in a place and I light up the room (Slatt)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Protect the bag

Young nigga gon' smoke all night, drink all night

I ain't never had nothin', came from the slums, been all right

These niggas ain't sayin' nothin', these young niggas they gon' spin all night

I got mans with me, got my head hunter he gon' kill on site

I been putting up with your shit all day, why you been calling me?

Xans got me laced, startin' to see you don't give your all to me

Your friends say my picture in your phone, why you stalking me?

I don't want your love, get it off of me

These niggas, they lame as fuck, let us all agree

Run up, that's fast degree, I know these niggas, they heard of me

And I can't get you off my brain, some things hard to see

Like why you avoiding me?

I'm for you and you for me

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again (PnB Rock):]

I bought you a Rolex, that don't mean nothing I brought her one too (Boughter her one too)

Ain't got on one look at my other arm, I got on two (Bitch)

I'm so sick and tired of this lifestyle, but this money I'll never lose (I'll never lose)

I done finally went and got some hype now, I can't give it all up for you (No, no, no)

I'd die for this shit right now before I give it all to them goons (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

They gon' die for this shit right now I ain't going like them other dudes (No, no, no)

Chasing money all through the night, right, with my bros tryna make a move (Yeah)

Steady trying to keep his cool, never let him play me like a fool

Walk in a place and I light up the room (Slatt)

See Me Now lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

XO

My nigga Brando done figured this shit out

Oh, I done rocked out, fell-off, turnt up, now see me now (Bow)

I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down (Bow)

They tried to make career hold up (Bow)

See I came out froze'd up, I told them (Bow)

"That I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up" (Bow)

Better keep yo' banger bitch (Yo' banger, bitch)

They know this gangster as it get (As it get)

They know they bring me up

Can't say that I don't lay law down 'round this bitch (Law down)

Got green flags and dirty sticks (Yeah)

Police search for murder weapons (Yeah, yeah)

It get ugly, you get clean murdered in the dirty sections

I'm with that shit like my mama and on them pills like my daddy

In and out of jail just like my cousin, keep a gun like my pappy

Look, I ain't trippin' off you stuntin'

Before I starve, you can't have it

I'ma dirty work 'em with this burner, they sprayed my car in Miami

I went from zero to one million back to zero to 'bout thirty, nigga

Girl, I was selling boy blocks for thirty, nigga

Can ya'll pour than Hen' up? My chin up

I'm bootin' up, I'm gettin' there

Tell my mama, "I need a wig, I'm goin' in, they gone get spinned on"

Oh, I done rocked out, fell-off, turnt up, now see me now

I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down

They tried to make career hold up (Yeah)

See I came out froze'd up, I told them

"That I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up"

Thirty for thirty, tell Forbes that I'm gettin' dirty (I'm gettin' dirty, huh?)

I just jumped in the Cutlass

Meechy too strapped up in that 'Burban

I'm on Bourbon, leave a nigga in a canal, the tag say, "Reaper shit"

Servin' rock like I'm JAY-Z, nod off we sleep, that be that ether shit

Hustle with that thang right on my hip, like, "Where my beeper went?" (Go)

Got a digital scale, screwdriver instead of razor 'cause I don't need the shit (Go, go)

And it ain't gon' cut it anyway, need a hammer for to break it up (Break)

Nigga better be ready to die today if he ever thought about facin' us (Bow)

Luxury-built fireplace, from a group home, I done ran it up (Yeah)

Body built, she ain't my bae, got her ass lift, I done set it up (Nigga, yeah)

From the gutter, she ain't got money but that's my bitch so twice I knocked her up

Got a light one up once the lighter struck, go to poppin' off (Oh), Bow bow, I done fucked it up, I brought her friend up, aw, aw

Wit' that shit, I want the bitch to lift his hand up, get knocked off

Baking soda, we wan' spin it soft, I can make it hardbody

I got hella sticks and stolo cars in front of grandpa yard daily

Oh, I done rocked out, fell-off, turnt up, now see me now

I know these pussy niggas hatin', they wanna lay me down

They tried to make career hold up (Hold up)

See I came out froze'd up, I told them (Froze'd up)

"That I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up" (Slime)

Yeah, they tried to hold up

I told them "I'm fuckin' up the game soon as my money up"

Yeah (See me now)

Get outta line bitch, I'm gon' put you up, you know what up

This Top, nigga

These bitch ass niggas, ayy, huh huh, tell 'em I said fuck 'em, nigga

Let me get the M's my nigga

You know what it is, Slime

See What I See lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Clear that vision out yo head that ain't nun but the devil

Remove them voices and think smarter cause your image look better

Don't let your heart play with yo head just imagine whatever

Done raise your voice enough and said I live my life like a rebel

I wish you see what I see

I wish you dream what I dream (come on)

Without you where would I be

And without you ain't no see

I love the water but I hate the way I'm covered in sand

I gotta call I hate to bother but I don't give a damn

And I don't see you why ion do right cuz I can't

And I ion see hope why can't I quotе what I'm sayin'

And since I met you I've been fucking up I know it ain't right

This shit еquipped it to my heart can't brake it up is to tight

I ask my guard can she change me but I just hope that you might

Seem like the loved that I dug up it ain't nowhere in yo sight

You know my mind be on sum shit I live a thug nigga life

Be mixing drugs to hide that shit I mix hi-tec with that sprite

All in my dreams when I be sleep I think you left trough the night

When I wake up you next to me so I be feeling alright

But I wish you see what I see

And I wish you dream what I dream

But without you where would I be

And without you ain't no see

But I wish you see what I see

And I wish you dream what I dream

But without you where would I be

And without you ain't no see

I'm up in Cali not br I need that Glock in this bitch

I'm out ma top I feel like I need youngboy wop innis bitch

I'm doing better happy that I'm at the top of the list

That heavy metal need a bitch to come n rock on this dick

Hope you ain't mad steady sayin' that I'ma {?} lil bitch

I got some problems with my life that I need you to fix

You prolly not you prolly leaving cuz you sick of this shit

I love you so I'ma follow I don't care bout this shit

I ain't crying I know I fucked up plenty goddamm times

And yo smile that be the main't reason that I'ma grind

I'ma shine held you not cuz rn I'm in my prime

Help me change don't leave rn so can you take off da time (yeah)

I wish you see what I see

And I wish you dream what I dream

But without you where would I be

And without you ain't no see

I wish you see what I see

And I wish you dream what I dream

But without you where would I be

And without you ain't no see

Sexin Me lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

But let it be one of them niggas though

You been textin' them all-day

FaceTimin' they ass all fucking day

But you can't never text me the fuck back

Over there wanna be dancing and shit

Thinkin' you a motherfuckin' backyardigan

But you act like you don't see me blowin' up that fuckin' phone every the fuck day

And if yo' ass wasn't all the way, fuckin', eighteen hours away

I'd come over there and slap the fuck out of you, really

'Cause everytime I see a motherfuckin' video, you got that motherfuckin' phone in yo' motherfuckin' hand

Now, if I beat that ho down your throat, I'd be wrong

(Alright, Brando)

Turn that light on, XO

(Say Brando what it's hittin' for?)

Baow, ah, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, what, what?

I got these bitches plan on sexin' me

I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep

Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me

Inside the car we leave 'em sleep

I show the bitch I be YB (There go Kentrell)

In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (There go Kentrell)

Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty

Woah now, lil' mama, bounce that ass

Hold on, bow, bow

You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act

I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash

Come from poverty

Know I got to show my ass off in this motherfucker

Ain't no stoppin' me, fuck up the game

Bad bitches gon' follow me

Dirty stick named YBOO

Diggin' session, we gon' knock two

Anywhere, shoot out the window

Tear up yo' car, my nigga, fuck you

Ooh, bow, let me hit it, watch me get in there

Come straight out the block, and he a millionaire, dumb shit

"Girl, there go Kentrell and all them felon ass he run with"

North shit, I knock you off, bitch, they know that I slump shit

She want me, wan' put it on me, I know

With my niggas real fly high, you ain't gotta worry 'bout how I roll

I don't know, but, they don't like me

I say, "Fuck all these niggas"

I ain't talkin' to her, she say she like

Got that shit in my system

I got these bitches plan on sexin' me

I'm in a cocaine-white tee and I make millions in my sleep

Oh, bless the boy who plan on stretchin' me

Inside the car we leave 'em sleep

I show the bitch I be YB (There go Kentrell)

In another Rolls, fresh from head to toe (There go Kentrell)

Jiggin' bad, hold on, get it shawty

Woah now, lil' mama, bounce that ass

Hold on, bow, bow

You know I'm gon' show 'em how to act

I could barely do my dance, my pockets full of cash

She Want Chanel lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Girl, I love when you talk like that (Pipe that shit up, TnT)

Yeah, you know that I love when you walk like that

She-she, she want Chanel (Dmac on the fuckin' track)

Brand new home and it cost like that

I got it, I'm spendin' that money, baby

Not on the shit that they on, so they say that I'm crazy

I'm winnin', my life is amazin', let's go

Ooh, came from the bottom, I'm ridin' in the Rolls

Brought moms and grandpa a new home

Ooh, don't care if they don't like me, came in on my own

I been that nigga since I came up in it, who do it like me?

I know a trick, make the bitch touch her toes

I make the bitch do a split for my bros

Talkin' more than a week, had her stayin' in my home

Carry like four hunnid cash in a duffel bag

I make her leave, every time she be running back

Tell her, she gon' do whatever I say

Bought her on a trip, and I turn up the place

You want it, I'll buy you a brand new Wraith

You know that I turn up, don't fuck wit' these niggas

You know that I told her, "Don't waste my time"

You know I do love gettin' ugly with these niggas

Don't fuck with these niggas, you slimy? Get slimed

She want Chanel for to go with the BAPE

I want that feel for the cum on her face

I want that money to take care of my baby

I stack it up, even for my momma, daddy

Ball, I'ma change your whole life like magic

Told you that I want you, I'ma put you in a Patek

Pretend that she ain't want me separated from the family

I ain't really serious, I'm just dealin' with some heartbreak

High in the hills, where I live, up in Salt Lake

Come in to my crib, boy, you wish your friends all dead

Ain't no tellin' you nothin', you a grown ass woman

I'm a grown ass man, but you know that

Girl, I love when you talk like that

Yeah, you know that I love when you walk like that

She-she, she want Chanel

Brand new home and it cost like that

I got it, I'm spendin' that money, baby

Not on the shit that they on, so they say that I'm crazy

I'm winnin', my life is amazin', let's go

Ooh, came from the bottom, I'm ridin' in the Rolls

Brought moms and grandpa a new home

Ooh, don't care if they don't like me, came in on my own

I been that nigga since I came up in it, who do it like me?

Shining Hard lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

It's so fun it is to ride

In a one horse open sleigh

Styling hard, covered in LV

And bitch I'm shining hard, diamonds in my teeth

I just left from Saks and I put blood on my feet

My PO told me "Nah," but fuck it

I'm still with Nene, Jania

Hold on, I pull up bouncing with my chains on

I'm not worried about no fuck nigga, got my thang on

Got a Glock for out that eight, I'll put yo name on it

I told that bitch that I'm a dog without no chain on

Money paging on my beeper

VVS in my teeth now

Serving in my Reeboks

Bitch come give me teeth now

Money longer than a queen hair

I don't know Rapunzel

Take his pack and we get out of there

We runnin' through your front door

Choppa louder than a bucket, I'm like fuck it, nigga

I bet that I could fuck yo bitch you think I'm ugly, nigga

We post up on that ugly corner, shit get ugly, nigga

You know we keep the burners on us, quick to buss it nigga

I throw them bands on a bitch

I turn up bad on a bitch

I got no caption in my caption

I just swag on a bitch

Got 'em mad as a bitch

I know they hate I act like this

You say that you don't like this song, just wait I drop my CD, bitch

Styling hard, covered in LV

And bitch I'm shining hard, diamonds in my teeth

I just left from Saks and I put blood on my feet

My PO told me "Nah" but I'm still fucking with Nene

I pull up bouncing with my chains on

I'm not worried about no fuck nigga, got my thang on

Got a Glock for out that eight, I'll put yo name on it

I told that bitch that I'm a dog without no chain on

Bitch, I'm a dog with no chain on

Chicago, bitch, I'm home alone

Play me like a dummy, think it's funny?

I'ma bust yo dome

I got lean in my styrofoam

Smokin' on that Al Capone

Say he need a blessin', I'm not stressin'

I'ma send him home

Hoe, don't turn around

I fucked that bitch from the back

I'ma hang that ho up on the wall like a tat

Tag teaming that bitch, we go back after back

Don't give a fuck 'bout this track

I do this shit back to back

Need money, where it's at?

Flexin', get stuck on this stack

I pull up bouncing with my chains on

I'm not worried about no fuck nigga, got my thang on

Got a Glock for out that eight, I'll put yo name on it

I told that bitch that I'm a dog without no chain on

Money paging on my beeper

VVS in my teeth now

Serving in my Reeboks

Bitch come give me teeth now

Money longer than a queen hair

I don't know Rapunzel

Take his pack and we get out of there

We runnin' through your front door

Slime Examination lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Wait, I don't think, um

I don't think that I'll keep being it, I go for that though

(Ayo, 'Lari, this shit fire)

Ooh, I see you ballin', my soldier (Oh, yeah)

I told you, stay out the way, my nigga

It'll happen someday, I told ya

My BaBa, hah

I'ma pour a line for you tonight, my nigga, oh, yeah

I'm gonna invite my nigga, oh, yeah

I'ma send a kite to Heaven, invite my niggas, oh, yeah

(Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh)

I been gettin' loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loo-loose

How I been losin' my cool

How I don't know what to do

How I need my bank, how I need my children

It'll turn out bad if you think that I won't slang this motherfucker

I grew up hard, had to hustle

Know I ain't playin' games with executives, no

I done drove inside that Porsche and let her ride me like a surfboard

Ridin' 'round in that Rolls, young nigga could get one if you work for it

Partyin' with these hoes, I get holy, need to go to church for it

One inside the hole, I ain't had to use no club

She plan on examinin' me

She just another scammin' me

Slimeball (Huh)

I'm that nigga, let me remind y'all (It's Top)

Saucy, and she stay been callin'

I can't get 'em off me, got a Draco, don't cross me

My life so exhaustin', but I'm caught up with ballin'

And she love me, and I love her too much (Huh)

This shit might get gangster by the nightfall, uh-uh

Young nigga might pop out your bushes 'bout her, uh

Let's do it, this shit might get gangster 'fore the moon go down

Let's do it, I'm gon' pop up 'round your crib with my goblins

Uh, huh, this Top

I'm gon' pop outside your crib with them goblins, huh

6, named Bway, huh

Hop out with them sticks, they hit, no stoppin'

I been on that shit that make me, make me lose my mind

Baby, lose my time

Baby, uh-huh

I got lots of money, you don't want me

Can I eat before your time

Baby, I'll pay you now

She plan on examinin' me

She just another scammin' me

Slimeball (Huh)

I'm that nigga, let me remind y'all

This shit might get gangster by the nightfall, uh-uh

Young nigga might pop out your bushes 'bout her, uh

Let's do it, this shit might get gangster 'fore the moon go down

Let's do it, I'm gon' pop up 'round your crib with my goblins

Slump lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Al Geno on the track)

Uh, you already know what it is, man (It's Lil Top nigga)

We back again, you know how we do it (You already know what it is with me)

Tell 'em glizzy me (4KT, ain't nobody safe, believe that)

I got all my niggas in here with me (DDawg comin home)

I got all my people here with me (Like anyday, right now, believe that)

And you already know, if you ain't feel me, fuck you

I ain't worried, girl, I'm built not to curl

Gotta be strong, this a dirty world, I went bought her pearls

By tonight, I'm fuckin' up her curls

Fuck these niggas, they ain't crazy

Right on scene, I shoot like Curry, tell them bitches, "I be YoungBoy, baby"

I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)

They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)

Aim it, then I pop it, mami (Oh, woah, woah)

I know I hit someone, somebody might die

Lock me in a cell, they let I'm out, I'm on my shit now

I go back again, my bitch might leave and start gettin' dicked down

Know it ain't no love when all my friends 'round

Make 'em lay it down, we rob 'em all

They been waitin' to see hear where my head was found, redemption

Won and lost fights up inside the pen', bitch I'm standin' up

Case while up inside the jail, that wrist banger tucked, don't give no fuck

Range Rover, Rolls Royce, and Maybach truck

Been scarred, still hurt, so a bitch I don't trust

Blackballed for to see my whole world crushed

I'm floodin' the bank and I'm fillin' it up, and I go to the punt line

This a activator world baby

Green flag activity, it's a lot of murder cases

Lot of mama's dead babies found slump without no faces

Switched like some pay stubs for our pins

We train like we been in the navy

Yeah (Baow, baow)

Know we leave shit slumped, bitch, don't think that you gon' play me

Lil' bro got a drum with a switch on back of his Glock

If he see you, he gon' spray it

Get caught, I know I'm Fed not County

I been collectin' heads and countin'

I got a Glock mami

Split boy shit, I been on that

I'm in Utah, they ain't tryna find me

Send your pin, bitch better yet

I know where your dawg stay at

Wait all night and dawg his ass

Said that they gon' step on who?

Baby, I ain't worried 'bout that 'cause

I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)

They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)

Aim it, then I pop it, mami (Oh, woah, woah)

I know I hit someone, somebody might die

They know I been gettin' dirty wrong

But in the studio still'll lay it down

Who the fuck you else know make you drop yo' ass to a gangster song

Make a young nigga wan' put his mask down, or go pick it up

Keep dissin', and then I knock your mans down, now bitch go pick him up

Who the fuck said they gon' fuck with us?

Like a nigga don't respect the real

I'm a gangster, I spank you while not on pills, even though I chew for real

While on the way to fight the case, cold dirty bangers what we totin'

They want to tag my toe, they say they seen 'em blockin' 'round before

They say that they gon' pop somethin'

Tell them that they not momma

Them young niggas, I bought choppers for 'em to whack who plan on ridin' on me

My ambition, just from a lil' nigga posted on the corner

Grindin' got me millions, I stay fresh and keep that money on me

Pussy crackin' jokes while times hard right now, I don't think shit funny

Eight toys I got inside my yard right now, I still don't play for nothin', bitch

Better get your shit together 'fore we stick your ho ass

She ask lil bro what's that big ass print on side his pants

I got a Glocky, mami (I got a Glock)

They might not wanna start no problems tonight (I know they don't want 'em)

Aim it, then I pop it, mami (Oh, woah, woah)

I know I hit someone, somebody might die

I got a Glocky, mami

They might not wanna start no problems tonight

Aim it, then I pop it, mami (Oh, woah, woah)

I hit someone, I know somebody might die

Soul Stealer lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

It's Young [?]

Mook got the kids jumpin'

Before the night, it's gon' go down, I end up shootin' in this bitch (Ooh, nah)

Two clips together at your round, I let it loose in this bitch

Keep plenty guns', come from slums

Like, fuck how ruthless it gets (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

It's straight redrum, I scream out dumb

'Cause I'm gon' shoot once you pick (Yeah, yeah, yeah, gang)

And that's a death row stick, 'cause it got bodies on it

Came from a society where you drawn for catchin' bodies on it

Bust as soon as I spot it, homie, face that too, my thot be on it

Tell bro, "Move right, the cops been on it"

Can't copyright, change your persona

Bitch nigga be actin' stiff, got the bar up in it, we can meet up in it

Fuck nigga, you'll work or do your job, remember, we ain't friends

Bitch nigga hatin' who I am, same kid from inside the pen'

Same nigga throwin' up the Nawf, walkin' up and down the street with the twins

Get in your shit, then I dive again

When that bag came, then the rob was in

Bitch, I been a survivor, lyin'

Full of shooters, nigga, this a shotta's pen'

.357 with them coppers in it

Reaper of the industry, they say, "Killer ghost"

Never tell his thoughts, they'll never know

He be maxed down with that calico

On Connect Street with that, know your dough

Hunnid grand, I connect the four

Ridin' 'round with a spark, bitch

When a nigga tell me, so the line is, "No"

Disrespect my mind, you know

Show that daddy how it go

Leave these bitch bitches, hit the block

Spin again when at the store

Try and run and sprint, shoot at that ho

Demon baby, demon flow

Say they fuck with you but really don't

A-I gang 'cause I seen it before

Real gang baby made through the snow

Like a Hot Boy, I been in here

Come on Top, boy, it's killin' season

Catchin' a water shark for any reason (Grrt, bah)

Oh, oh-oh (Tryna talk my talk, that shit)

Chasin' money, steady thuggin' from the cop cars (Yeah, I come in here)

Post up on the block, still, they made him show the Rasta'

Nigga, do you catch the drift? (Bah, bah-bah)

Oh (Boom, bah, gang), oh-oh (Lil' Top)

Walkin' straight up outta Hell with them cold killers (I did, I did)

Ayy, straight up out the back with them same niggas

Ayy, soul stealers, big chain, he gon' get attention

From the parkin' lot, hit that bitch from the bleachers

Runnin' with creatures, we steppin' on leeches

False claimin', we gon' murder to teach ya

Do the whole thing when you play with that Nina

Got a bad nose, then you might catch a seizure

Pull up, blow that bitch up for no reason

Shoot that shit up, then we leavin'

Fuck wrong with these niggas, man?

I want these niggas to understand, 'til I'm sayin' with these demons (Bah, bah)

I said, "Kill the home, all of them"

Cravin' for that blood, I'm sittin' up

I need three more, like, bitch, I need

(I need ten, bah, I need ten

Ten motherfucker, ten, baby

Ten lil' babies, oh)

Speed Racing lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(God damn, BJ with another one)

(D-roc)

And I'm in this bitch

There he go!

It's Lil Top on the highway

Drivin' like he speed racing

I'm gon' do my dance

Please don't get in my space

I be all on top of the couch

Like this be my place

Bitch with all of my dogs

Tell 'em call the fire station

Cause we gon' burn this bitch down, with the shit lil mama

Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama

Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama

Get her to the condo, I'm like lil bro where the condoms

Clips like anacondas, longer than a motherfucker

Slimer than a motherfucker, it won't never be another

Fresh fit, but I'm still ridin' with this dirty cutter

New whip, fuck it up with ashes then I buy another

Gang shit, posted up all night, on sight

Servin' nothin' but off white, gun fights, slang your pipe

I just left the Citgo, lookin' higher than a kite

I be with that shit though, shoot your block up all night

I'm on it now, bow bitch

For to split his shit, what this stick for

Aw shit, she can do it better, let my bitch go

I be spendin' money and floodin' all these diamonds on my MuMu

If I sit it down, I'ma think she tryna kill me if my tool move

It's Lil Top on the highway

Drivin' like he speed racing

I'm gon' do my dance

Please don't get in my space

I be all on top of the couch

Like this be my place

Bitch with all of my dogs

Tell 'em call the fire station

Cause we gon' burn this bitch down, with the shit lil mama

Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama

Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama

Get her to the condo, I'm like lil bro where the condoms

Rollin' off that pack, I'm tryna hit you from the back (Yea)

Know I smell like thrax and know my pockets full of cash (Yea)

Know I get 'em clapped, don't do no cap inside my raps (Yea)

Know that I'm not worried for the law, I got that sack (Yea)

Bitch make me go across your head with this Casamigo's bottle

That what the fuck that I said

Know these niggas don't want no problems

Richer than a motherfucker

I'm not worried about anybody

Know that we got plenty choppers

Shoot this bitch and clear the party, yea

It's Lil Top on the highway

Drivin' like he speed racing

I'm gon' do my dance

Please don't get in my space

I be all on top of the couch

Like this be my place

Bitch with all of my dogs

Tell 'em call the fire station

Cause we gon' burn this bitch down, with the shit lil mama

Bounce that ass shorty, hold on, do a split lil mama

Say that she like how I get down, let me hit lil mama

Get her to the condo, I'm like lil bro where the condoms

Step On Shit lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Free Von

Duwan the producer

Yeah, I remember I was young

I remember we was stayin' behind the mall

I was stayin' one time, you hear me

We was standin' outside, as I looked at a nigga, I told 'em, I say

"Only thing, only thing I'm missing' out that's gon' make everything complete"

I need to stretch something (Ready for a prayer)

My niggas just looked at me, yeah

Lookin' for a fuckin' lick

Dirty ass nigga always lookin' for a fuckin' lick

Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fuckin' sense

Savage ass nigga, always walkin' with a dirty stick

Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit

Demons see my momma, tell you bitches don't let your trainer pay

He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th

It's 4KTrey, I say nobody, say right who gon' die today

You 'bout that shit, well bitch, we 'bout the same, it's gon' go down this way

You know I'm with the shits (Yeah)

You say it's up, we whoop the bitch

Knock down the whole clique

I kill 'em all, ain't got no pics

Now check the scope up, bitch, I'm four up with this murder shit

I want his brains on top the pavement right on side the bitch

He a dread-head, we leave him smoked out on some rasta shit

Leave out straight bet with them choppa, bitch

I got dead men on these dollars, bitch

You be talkin' reckless, we be steppin', make you hold that shit

'Cept with all that weapon, we gon' stretch 'em

Man, I told that bitch I grew up on some soldier shit

We outchea domin' shit

Police ask me do I wanna see a pic of how they found the bitch

I'm sorry I'm a rapper, I just talk, I just condone any of it

Soon as we get the drop, you know we cap 'em

They say we wrong for this

We gon' get your ass gone with this

Dirty ass nigga always lookin' for a fuckin' lick

Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fuckin' sick

Savage ass nigga, always walkin' with a dirty stick

Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit

Demons see my momma, tell you bitches don't let your trainer pay

He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th

It's 4KTrey, I say nobody, say right who gon' die today

You 'bout that shit, well bitch, we 'bout the same, it's gon' go down this way

Look, ring around the rosy (Okay), pussy say he on me (Let's go)

I'ma put his dick inside his thugs (And that's on my momma)

Pussy nigga scared to be in the B, lyin' like he in the streets

Knowin' he'll be dead if we knew just where he was

So we miss steppin' on them ducks

Who you leave out in the field? Nigga, yeach

Herm said he just caught a new one, drilled, dummy dead

Postin' songs, don't start preachin' what you sayin', pussy nigga

We put shit that sleep with Glocks like we got Xans in these pistols

I say 4KTrey my business, we gon' step on any nigga

Who that is? Kill the witness

Say the word and they gon' diss 'em

Ain't got no words for no bitch, I pull the stick out on a nigga

Like lay your bed, I throw my pillow

The police after all my niggas

Dirty ass nigga always lookin' for a fuckin' lick

Angry ass nigga always mad, it make no fuckin' sick

Savage ass nigga, always walkin' with a dirty stick

Dangerous ass nigga, all he wanna do is step on shit

Demons see my momma, tell you bitches don't let your trainer pay

He named his first son Draco, plus the child was born on 38th

It's 4KTrey, I say nobody, say right who gon' die today

You 'bout that shit, well bitch, we 'bout the same, it's gon' go down this way

Steppa lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Berge always flexin'

It's Malik on the track

They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me

Better keep your head on in the streets

Buss a nigga head, everybody say sad scene

They know murder only comin' with me

I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa

I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa

I'm a motherfuckin'—

I'm a motheruckin' contractor now, ah

I can put my cleats on and come out right now

But come to me, I guarantee you speak that you gon' hear a sound

(Baow, baow, baow, baow, grrt, baow, baow)

I was sittin' inside my cell, I was countin' bricks

I was countin' on yo' mail to get me through this

But more than anything I wanted was your loyalty

Like, you ain't fuck with that and ain't nobody fuck with this

But I could make your bezzel glist', earings and big necklace

Since sixteen had foreign cars, I'm sayin' that I been flexin'

You could try to book, I step like Bigfoot, bitch

I worked for everything I own, who gon' die about this shit?

Rider, rider, I got shottas

What you wan' do? It's 6 Da Crew and NBA, 4KTrey

I dare one of you pussy niggas play

You gon' get shot in your face

That ain't nothin' but a early grave

You better watch what the fuck you say

I done sat up in that ho for thirty days while they investigating

I done sat up in that car, just stakin' out, you know Lil' Top gon' spray it

Tryna keep my money up but fuckin' up, I'm lovin' her

But the truth, shorty bad for the game

I ain't goin' insane (I ain't goin' insane)

Keep my mental (Keep my mental)

Keep my pistol (Keep my pistol)

I ain't crashin' like these other niggas (Ain't crashin' like these other niggas)

I'ma get money (I'ma get money)

I'ma keep on smokin' (I'ma keep on smokin')

And I'ma keep gettin' loaded (Keep gettin' loaded)

I'ma keep on pourin'

Keep on pourin' while I send 'em hitters

Rrah, baow-baow-baow

While I send 'em hitters

Rrah, baow-baow-baow

While I send 'em hitters

Rrah, baow-baow-baow

While I send 'em hitters

Rrah, baow-baow-baow

While I send 'em hitters

They don't know me, I'm doin' fine, so let 'em talk about me

Better keep your head on in the streets

Buss a nigga head, everybody say sad scene

They know murder only comin' with me

I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa

I'm a motherfuckin' steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa, steppa

I'm a motherfuckin'—

NBA YoungBoy other songs:

 

SuperBowl lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Your body, your smile, it be everything

I should make you everything

I should buy a wedding ring 'fore my time go

I, you should bet on me

Eyes, keep 'em set on me, yeah

You choose, you, you, ooh

Don't decide on me, you could count on me, yeah

'Round I go

Havin' you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl

'Cause you super, super, super, super

That's exactly what I told her

Shorty been standin' on business like a soldier

Got in fights through it all and she still ain't foldin'

They ain't give me my credit but she always notice

She can get it all back everytime I'm out rollin'

So many niggas she coulda had, but I was chosen

My last did me dirty, left me stuck with my 30

Fell in love with this fashion

Spend a check in a hurry

They like when I'm hurting

They don't love me, no worries

They don't deserve me (Oh nah)

Help me change, don't you curve me

Your body, your smile, it be everything

I should make you everything

I should buy a wedding ring 'fore my time go (Oh, oh)

I, you should bet on me (Your eyes)

Eyes, keep 'em set on me, yeah

You choose, you, you, ooh (You)

Don't decide on me, you could count on me, yeah

'Round I go ('Round I go)

Havin' you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl (I won, I won)

'Cause you super, super, super, super (Super)

And you know I blow a check

Put up on your arm, new Patek

Solitary diamonds layin' around your neck

Flex, baby, I ain't gon' do 'em like that

That girl think she that 'cause a new Corvette

Bet, we gon' get the Rolls on they ass

Layin' in the console, whole lotta cash

Yeah, told me not to smoke in the Jag'

They don't want to hear me on a song when I'm sad (No)

They don't want to see me when I'm speakin' how you bad (No)

They don't want to hear a nigga gettin' money with your dad (No)

They don't even want probably see me out of jail

Missin' every moment, you'll trip while you here

Stuck 'round like she came back from the dead

She still love a nigga while another girl here

My last did me dirty

Left me stuck with my 30

Fell in love with this fashion

Spend a check in a hurry

They like when I'm hurting

They don't love me no worries

They don't deserve me

Help me change, don't you curve me

Your body, your smile, it be everything

I should make you everything

I should buy a wedding ring 'fore my time go

I, you should bet on me

Eyes, keep 'em set on me, yeah

You choose, you, you, ooh (You)

Don't decide on me, you could count on me, yeah (Uh)

'Round I go (Uh)

Havin' you make me feel like I won the SuperBowl (I won, cause you super)

(Super, super, super)

Can we just get married?

Yeah

I don't like to be played with

Me neither

Territorial lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

She say you my territorial

(Mano)

(OG Parker)

She say you mine, you so territorial

She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know

You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road

Tryna find some good in this route I chose

Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

I slang that thang for my main man

Let go this game for the love of my main thang

Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change

Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain

It's hurtful to hurt somebody

Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain't get what I deserved

30 round drac' in a widebody

Leave somebody's son dead in the middle of the road

T-O-X-I-C, money all I think

Real all real dreams

Chrome Hearted shades, gotta keep that manslaughter tucked up in my jeans

12 on the way, Redeye get away, they gon' high speed chase

I ain't gotta penetrate, that girl got some pace

She bust, I bust it back and put it all on her face

She tell me to don't go, she know I'm gon' leave

Before you know it I put all of my clothes on and I'm gone

But, you know I'm coming back, I call your mama house my home

I'm feeling like my mind poisoned and everything I'm thinking wrong

She say you mine, you so territorial

She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know

You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road

Tryna find some good in this route I chose

Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

They coming for mines

Tell 'em they ain't frightening or scaring me, no

They just wanna hurt me, but they know one thing, that I'm riding with my pole

You got me there forever I'm with you, they ain't give a fuck 'bout a nigga

I'm taking trips all alone and now that I want to be with 'em

She text my phone like, "I miss you" knowing that she fuck with a nigga

Soul fighting for me for the thug in me strictly been your intentions

I get mad in a minute, my heart deep up in it

We been doing this one year, they say it's time to experience

Take a flight to explore, make sure I'm up the attendant

Before you wasted time and told a lie, you should've told me good riddance

Know it's only me behind that tint when I slide

'Cause she say she notice certain shit about my Rolls Royce

Guessing she don't only notice it's a dent in the side

Real double-R shit, I park it, switch it to my Rover

She say you mine, you so territorial

She don't wanna hurt me, that's for all I know

You ask how I feel like I'm stranded out all alone on the road

Tryna find some good in this route I chose

Tryna see why someone so beautiful want my soul

I slang that thang for my main man

Let go this game for the love of my main thang

Find it funny how the fuck the ones preaching change, change

Plan on leaving you but once I left you then I gained pain

It's hurtful to hurt somebody

Start singing louder for the crowd, I still ain't get what I deserved

30 round drac' in a widebody

Leave somebody's son dead in the middle of the road

Testimony lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Scalez)

(It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back")

Yeah, this Lil Top, nigga, huh

You already know how I do it when I come

I'ma spit some gangster shit to you

You hear me? (Uh)

Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times

I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind

Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money

I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine

Jaz fed over these hoes, I ain't never grow into a man, yeah

Four-five in my coat, try me at Coach, you know I'm sprayin' it

This bitch plan on stayin' in my home, tryna find out where her man at

All night, I drink lean with that bitch and pop Xanax

Play with Top, nigga, have your Glock, nigga

I come up straight from the block, me and Ten, we ran from cops, nigga

Check out how I got that guap, baby, it won't stop, nigga

Put switch on back of that Glock, hit him, have his body twitchin'

Real gangster or a fake killer? Tell 'em, "Fuck with us"

Had you front row at that funeral, nigga, wonderin' if we split 'em

I ain't even squeeze that trigger, that's that fuckin' bag that hit him

Four-door Magnum with a dirty .30, speedin' to the millions, bitch, get up with me

Young rockstar, oh, my God

I hope you out here late at night and got your right guide

Ain't no surrender, kill the killers, we fill them eyes

See street lights, that's a great way for the escape when it's late night

Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it

This is my testimony, yeah

Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me

I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me

I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me

Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me

Big .45 drum up on me with a beam

I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me (Oh)

Save my soul

Oh, I miss my old self (Yeah)

Save my soul

Man, this bitch ain't no help (It's a Scalez track, ayy, tell 'em, "Run that back")

Pull up in that Rolls, baby girl, I'm shinin', I'm shinin'

I was broke, now, baby, I got money in my pockets

Check my mama, bitch, I put them diamonds on her body

What the problem? You know young nigga keep around a chopper

Mama, I wanna tell you that I'm sorry for them hard times

I know I'm selfish, but behind you, I stay on my grind

Wish you can help me, but I'm sinnin', I need more money

I need a blessin', I ain't been prayin', they don't wanna see me shine

Fuck these pussy niggas hatin' on me, yeah, I said it

This is my testimony, yeah

Know that I gotta keep my weapon on me

I'm a felon, but I gotta keep protection on me

I came out at night, I got these diamonds on me

Bitches on me, know I can take it home with me

Big .45 drum up on me with a beam

I'ma put this bitch up on you, please don't run up on me, no

The Realest lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Honorable Court

I ain't gon lie, you the best thing that ever happened to me

You ain't nothin like my last, and I met a lotta bad boo (yeah)

Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle

Say if they get money we gone get that money faster

Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a rapper

No need to move fast we just started on this chapter

I might fuck them other niggas cause I feel I'm the realest

I ain't worried bout these hoes cause I feel like you the sickest

Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this

Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it

Livin' like a rapper told you that I'm not a trapper (not a trapper)

Bought like the business sayin, Daddy you are not a bad

Hit it from the back you clap tryna catch a breath you gassed

Take you for the seater ocean baby I'm signed to Atlanta

Take you through the North show you what them summers bout

Thuggin with my daws whole lotta guns out

Tell you that I love but don't trust you that is not my fault

Take me where your head is, touchin where legs is

You won't get some money at the show, I show you where the bread is

Take me ya on top of you, girl you shouldn't of said this

Move you from the couch and Ima take you where the bed is

Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle

Say if they get money we gone get that money faster

Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a rapper

No need to move fast we just started on this chapter

I might fuck them other niggas cause I feel I'm the realest

I ain't worried bout these hoes cause I feel like you the sickest

Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this

Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it

Hold on

Everybody say I'm gunna cash out, hit it from the back pull your hair like a rag doll

Really get it in, every time in the trap house

Fuckin' you harder, I tell you don't tap out

Mix it well so I'm like what's that bout

Cop full of Glock everytime that I leave out

Say that you bleedin we wait on the sex

I tell you lay it down bitch you gone bleed out

Baby you already knowin' that I'm reckless (that I'm reckless)

We gettin' in, we be thuggin in my section

Had a talk with God, told him you feel like heaven

Diamonds on my arm BBS in your necklace (shine)

Baby we can spend our whole life up in the castle

Say if they get money we gone get that money faster

Steady gettin' that money from them tickets like a rapper

No need to move fast we just started on this chapter (chapter)

I might fuck them other niggas cause I feel I'm the realest

I ain't worried bout these hoes cause I feel like you the sickest

Deep up in your stomach tryna make sure that you feel this

Say you full of pain and I feel like I can heal it