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Dirty Iyanna lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

You'll never make me lose

So why you bragging on me?

Your ways was cruel, I was fooled

I was too blind for to see

My ID cover the news

Seems only trouble I keep

You was the one I would choose

Choose for to be there for me

Can't tell me not to do this

Because I do what I want

We came up out the streets

Straight from the block sellin' raw

She said she never will leave

Soon as she left, it was hard

I wanted her here with me

She left me out with my boys

But I say "That's okay."

Protect my heart with that rod

I'm runnin' full out your reach

I mean as far as the stars

Might have to cancel my cards

Don't come out after dark

I see she won't leave me lone

She sliced the tires on my car

Dirty Iyanna, oh

Dirty Iyanna, oh

Dirty Iyanna, no

Dirty Iyanna

Whenever we get it, I'm sick of these bitches, they fall in my head ah

We be chasin' on riches, however you want it, aim straight for the head, ah

And she know that I love her, she want me to cuff her

I think she'll hurt me, I never will let her

I'm sending condolences inside of a letter

Still trappin' like Griselda

No it ain't safe in these streets, all alone, ah

No we don't play, keep that heat, we take it so I, I

Even though when I'm wrong, I ain't ever gon' lie

If I feel that I owe you, I'm gon' make it right

I be thuggin' and keepin' my head to the sky

Double back on a lap by myself and I cry

In a bed while I'm dreamin' 'bout how you I die

Before that can happen, I let off that fire

Trappin' and rappin', we shoot to the top

After I'm askin' "Can we have a child?"

After heartbreak, I cut off relations

But I be thinkin' bout you on the daily

Tell my niggas what up and they say that I'm crazy

Remember with you, all them hoes they hatin'

Dirty Iyanna, oh

Dirty Iyanna, oh

Dirty Iyanna, no

Dirty Iyanna

Dirty Iyanna

(Iyanna)

(Iyanna)

(Dirty Iyanna)

Drop'em lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Ayy, turn me up Nin' (Uh, uh, uh)

Ayy, Lil Top (Uh, buh, buh, buh)

Ayy, we really in the streets with this shit boy (Buh, buh)

I can't trust nobody

Bitch, I'ma shoot VP if anythin' go wrong (How you bummin'?)

Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)

Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (We gon' drop, yeah)

Pussy who gon' do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won't do it)

Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah

Roll that dope up

That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah

Check the scoreboard

That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah

Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?

Lil Top, let's go

Bitch, how you be talkin' when your brains blow?

Bitch, blow your pole

Scary ass, dirty in my past with these hunnid rolls

Could teach a class with all these stacks, the way my money flows

Yeah, I spent three-fifty and more just for my fuckin' Rolls

Fuck, I give a bitch two-fifty or more, I bet I bust his dome

This that flexin' talk

I just pulled this bitch from out the bank, now watch that, make that, woah

Leave these bitches blind, I'm so shine the way this Patek spark

Rest out in the North, get my day one, I flip that cutter off

Pressure been applied, why I'm so up, it ain't my fuckin' fault

Ah, yeah, I say bump it down

Best not keep that talkin' out your head

I took fifty pounds, flew that shit from Cali to that bay

Bitch, don't turn around, I say just go down, gimme head

Police crackin' down, fuckin' beat the case, we bust his head

So fuckin' slimy, nigga, check your climate with your red

They say, "A-I ballin'," they say, "A-I bust a nigga head"

Get the drop up on 'em

I got ten just for where he stand

Do a pop up on 'em

They gon' leave 'em stretched before I pay

Shawty gave the drop and we popped and we popped (Yeah)

Catch the other nigga, we gon' drop (We gon' drop, yeah)

Pussy who gon' do it with Don Dotta, yeah (They won't do it)

Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, yeah

Roll that dope up

That nigga a bitch, I split his mans, yeah

Check the scoreboard

That's why he mad, them niggas lame, yeah

Posted up, grave diggin' where that gang at?

Dig up your bro

Bitch, how you be talkin' when your brains blow?

Bitch, blow your pole

Gave the drop and we popped and we popped 'em nigga

They done showed up and we dropped, and we dropped 'em

Pussy don't wanna do it with Don Dotta, with Don Dotta

Catch me prolly tourin' with them shottas, with them shottas

NIgga still-, fuck

Ayy, I'm still flexin', still steppin

I don't give a fuck (Ayy, yeah, ayy YB, whatcha on nigga?)

Don't know why a nigga be doin' all that ho ass shit (Turn me up four)

But you a gangsta (Yeah)

I bet those niggas around you be lookin' at you

Nigga, you a priv' bitch, yeah

I'm with the shit, you could suck my dick, nigga

Gang shit, no lame shit

You know what it is, play game, get your brain split (Yeah, nigga)

Free DDawg

ENGINE lyrics - Lil Mabu & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Where's Mabu?

I can't find him

Where the fuck Mabu at?

Brrr, bop, uhuhhhhh

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like a- (Bitch)

I'm in your hood like an engine

Bitch, let's go!

I'm a big stepper, keep a glocky in my shoe

Walk in the room, pick out bitches by the two

If she got a dude, I don't give a hoot

I got dick for you, got a dick for him too

Pause

Her's comes wit' a lean, his comes wit' a beam (Fa fa)

I got drippy ooters on my team

Gang shit

Turn his brains to Jell-O, what a kind fellow

Merci, he gave his bitch to me

I'm a big stepper keep a blocky in my shoe

Gang, gang, gang

Walk in the room, pick out bitches by the two

Eenie miney moe

If she got a dude, I don't give a hoot

I got dick for you

Got a dick for him too

He copped nice shoes just to run away

Me, I'm a dog, I was made to stay

I'm in the cut like a razor blade

Got bear chops and we came to slay

Everybody put they weapons in the sky (Where's top?)

They not lookin' for me, it's a fucking lie

I can't find him

I'm hard to catch, not hard to find

Where the fuck top at?

Brrr

I told you like a hunnid times

Can't be looking for me, I'm on grave digger mountain

Hide your fucking body and I bet they still ain't found him

Believe that

Bitch get out of line, hit your head where my beam at

Time Square where I swear I have everybody fucking screaming at

Big B, ****, know I be on that

Old Glock wit' a lemon squeeze on that

Take yo' bitch, can't have her back

Take me where the bag is at

Make wrong move, your head get splat (Ooh)

I'm a big stepper, bitch, I step like big foot

Still'll take a nigga bitch, it's all from the look

In the kitchen I'm a cook, in the streets I'm a motherfucking crook

I'm a real grave digger, real quick, I get you took

I been fishing with that bitch 'cause I don't know if she a hook

They been popping all that shit, when I walk in I got em' shook (Pussy)

Pussy

**** popping that shit again gon' get your stupid ass whooped

He copped nice shoes just to run away

Me, I'm a dog, I was made to stay

I'm in the cut like a razor blade

Got bear chops and we came to slay

Everybody put they weapons in the sky (Sky)

Where is Mabu?

They not lookin for me it's a fucking lie (Fucking lie)

I can't find him

I'm hard to catch, not hard to find

Where the fuck Mabu at?

Brrr

I told you like a hunnid times

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like an engine

I'm in your hood like a- (Bitch)

I'm in your hood like an engine

Bitch? Let's go!

This some young genius shit

Nah for real though, how old you is?

Eighteen

You eighteen?

Yeah

I'm twenty-four with 30 million in real estate

I'm trying to be like that, how I do that?

Shit, slide through the hood like a engine

Everything Different lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rod Wave

(D-Diego)

(Mally Mall)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Diamonds dancin', new car automatic, I don't never panic

Think I need a challenge, and, bitch, you better not never chance it

Back then I was broke, I ask for something and I ain't never handed

Now bitch I'm up, I book myself, and I don't need a manage

Drop out, I was blowing the block out, and I don't plan on coming down

And these niggas be scared, drop they head when we come around

Post up with a hunnid rounds

Walk out, never standing down

Not worried 'bout a thing 'cause I got money now

Crossed by the ones I love, yeah, I don't know who I can trust

We confident, they don't know about us, yeah, they only knew who we was, yeah

Now everything different, exotic bitches, exotic cars

I come straight up out them trenches, everybody 'round me stars

Million plus inside my bank, so every night, I'm thanking God

And I'm caught up in twilight, yeah, I can take you far

[Rod Wave:]

And it be too much on my mind, Ion't even know where I should start

I tell 'em, "I'll be fine," but deep inside, I been scarred

I tatted, "Hard Times," for all the times that it was hard

It been a bumpy ride, I was thinkin' 'bout puttin' the car in park

Like freeze, my heart been broke and my shit frozen on zero degrees

Just rolled the dice, think it out twice before crossin' on me

My arms was open for you, homie, whatever you need

And my eyes was open for you, woadie, I clearly can see

They'll take your kindness for a weakness

Keep you kindness, Ion't need it

I was blind but now I see it

And I still love you, nigga, but I just ain't fuckin' with ya

You know what it was, my nigga, can't forgive ya or forget ya

And I came a long way from the trenches, got in my bag and got out my feelings

Nigga been grindin' since the beginning, even with my eyes closed, I'm winnin'

I just booked five shows for a million, I gotta keep my mind on big business

And I gotta keep my eyes on all these niggas, yeah

I don't trust these niggas, yeah

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Crossed by the ones I love, yeah, I don't know who I can trust

We confident, they don't know about us, yeah, they only knew who we was, yeah

Now everything different, exotic bitches, exotic cars

I come straight up out them trenches, everybody 'round me stars

Million plus inside my bank, so every night, I'm thanking God

And I'm caught up in twilight, yeah, I can take you far

And I come from the block, where killas post up everyday, yeah

Caught up with the cops and never break inside a cage, yeah

Invest inside them blocks and keep a cutter where I stay at

And all my niggas thuggin', play, we shoot you in your face, yeah

I gotta come down if I want this life I live for to last

I'm waking up with no regrets, I cannot hide from my past

And I won't fall for anything, but play, we busting your ass

Jump in a whip without no license, hit the gas and go fast

And I can't change if I wanted to

Forgive me for the pain and everything that I put you through

Been failing my whole life, I'm at the point where I won't never lose

I'll lay down and do life behind my gang, no, I won't never choose

Crossed by the ones I love, yeah, I don't know who I can trust

We confident, they don't know about us, yeah, they only knew who we was, yeah

Now everything different, exotic bitches, exotic cars

I come straight up out them trenches, everybody 'round me stars

Million plus inside my bank, so every night, I'm thanking God

And I'm caught up in twilight, yeah, I can take you far

Feel Good lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Look out, Veno

This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc

Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients

Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news

I just pulled up real rude

At the house, I'm boolin' cool

And, I got on Jimmy Choo

She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm

Gucci socks and Dior flops, tennis chain, no Cuban links

I got power with' this .50 Glock, make you take off all your Cuban links

Jump out, pop out, let off shots, I don't usually think, nah, nah

Barely know her but she think that I'll buy her anything, hell nah

Bend her over, I see what her tail 'bout, and I speed up

Domestic, you think I treat her the way that pussy get beat up

Dance around like Raven (Huh), you my cheetah

Like when I let her stay in, oh

She can kick her feet up

Clutchin' 30s, Perkies got her workin', she's a 30 popper

Caught up surfin', I know how to work it, we gon' murder 'bout it

I'm a problem, I got plenty bodies and they know about it

What's the problem? Throwin' 'round your body make me show you 'bout it

Ooh, blood on my shoes

Just be cool, I say, "This might make the news"

You like what I do, she told me I'm smooth, oh, mm

Enjoyin' this money, kick back, build a patio on top the roof

No "Pat-a-Cake," I'm Babe Ruth, hittin' it for the home run

Go ask 'em, bitch, I'm paid too, and you know I own somethin'

Richard Mill' around your arm do all stuntin' on these hoes

Four, three coupes, I been the truth for who ain't know, be cool

Hol' up, 'cause this might make the news

I just pulled up real rude

At the house, I'm boolin' cool

And, I got on Jimmy Choo

She say, "Make me feel good," she like what I do, mm

Tsunami, got her wet, typhoon

I'm a pimp, bitch, tie my shoe

Want your friend and sister too

I'm a Mac, go check computers

For them stats, it gon' get ruthless

Watch my back, they move, you shoot 'em

Ain't put it on wax and they know how I do it

FREEDDAWG lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Drum Dummie)

(CashMoneyAP)

Aye, Free Choppa Boy

Aye, Free Choppa Boy, bitch

RIP Boosilla

(DJ Swift on the track)

RIP Big Dump

(Mook Got the keys jumpin')

Slime in this pent, bitch

Bitch, I got .45 Glocks and a knife in this bitch

I got cutters in the house, I got pounds in this bitch

I got hoes runnin' in and out, slime in this bitch

I go by YoungBoy and I'll zip you up from talking shit

These niggas bitches and I know that they ain't 'bout that shit

'Can't come how I'm coming, I was a youngin' when they tried that shit

I been knockin' niggas off, they never knew it was gonna come to this

Bitch, I've been on some rider shit (Let's go)

I'll leave 'em dead, got the whole city mad, I zip that boy 'bout what he said

You can stunt like you mad, I put a bag on top of your head (What up)

I was up in the Parish, slept with pink pairs under my bed

'Cause bitch I'm tryna flex something

Do something with all y'all

Soon as we get up on the wall, with my younging, punch his head off

Little bitch, I'm out the North Side

I'm bustin', I won't stand down

I'll put the bitch up in a casket, fuck up your headstone

Them niggas used to run the city

Won't even claim that bitch

Don't say nothin' 'cause the shit ain't serious

Don't make me tame that shit

These youngins runnin' with me with it

They on some dangerous shit

Bust and put two in your fitted

I call that 'gang assist'

Rolling I just popped one

Tryna body-bag and zip something, yeah

Pants hangin' off my ass, Glock on my side with a green flag

Talkin' reckless, caught him slippin', went to bustin', did him bad

Soon as swerve we bend a curb, don't do no talkin', that's your ass

I ain't got no chill, I'm tryna send a bitch to Winnfield

Had to show the pussy bitch I've been that

And bitch, I'm still is

I pull up, make a nigga get back, like what the deal is?

All these pussy bitches choosin' sides like they don't know 'real'

Mm, come on, bitch uh-uh, let me go, yeah, yeah, bitch

I'll do somethin' with ya, and I'll bang it out with ya, hoe ass nigga

Let's do it, look

Do what you do, I put you on the news, bitch, we could fight or shoot

Bitch, I know these niggas know it's murder when I'm comin' through

Bitch, I always win, I never lose, we gon' fuck over you

You become a victim of the chopper, put 'em on the news (Huh)

Fuck Niggaz lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Lil Top, nigga

(Berge always flexin')

I was smokin' on that shit, that shit that barely had me see

In the streets playin' Call of Duty, walk 'round with a ARP

Pussy nigga think he lit, I'm leaving blood on his tee

Already know 'bout how I get, I'm leaving blood in the street

I'm a demon baby, I don't talk to moms and she don't talk to me

Take them sticks go crazy, walk him down, and knock him off his feet

Take my stick and blow that heat, monkey do 'cause monkey see

Baby drinkin' on that deuce, but I drink double cup wit' lean

Fuck wrong with these fuck niggas? Trippin', talkin' 'bout they gon' get me

Jump out, bet not do no glitchin', pussy boy, you best be wit' it

.223, that Michael Jordan on they hoes, I kick my pimpin'

I been cuttin' up on that R, I ain't turn down in a minute, bae

Like, there he go, there YoungBoy, he on that dope

Say he tryna up the score, got 'em right at your front door

Take your ho 'cause you a ho, youngins shoot up headstones

Talk that shit, I'ma let you know, I'm gon' get your ass gone, boy

Demon boy, my sister know I'ma step and I be sleepin' wit' them demons

Get mad and then I'm tryna kill somebody for no reason

Bitch, cut up when you see me, baby girl, you need me

She saw me on TV, Channel 9 one evenin'

They ain't step on shit, but all that talkin' make me wan' get even

Know we step on shit, we catch you walkin', hit you in your beanie

In a Cutlass like my cousin with them straps inside that bitch, boy

I'm a gang baby, at night, I pray to get your ass hit, boy (Hold up)

This another foreign car and I drive it fast, boy

And I keep a stick around this bitch to hit your head hard

We duck from them Fed cars, make the police job hard

Stayin' with that nasty bitch, we stretch 'em right inside the yard

I was smokin' on that shit, that shit that barely had me see

In the streets playin' Call of Duty, walk 'round with a ARP

Pussy nigga think he lit, I'm leaving blood on his tee

Already know 'bout how I get, I'm leaving blood in the street

I'm a demon baby, I don't talk to moms and she don't talk to me

Take them sticks go crazy, walk him down, and knock him off his feet

Take my stick and blow that heat, monkey do 'cause monkey see

Baby drinkin' on that deuce, but I drink double cup wit' lean

Gang Baby lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Rojay MLP & RJAE & P Yungin

(Ayo Jimmy got the sauce boy)

They cut, get caught with it

State Property

Gang baby

I was locked down in late Providence

Fresh out the pen

Laying in that pen

You could ride to this

Real gas smoked them niggas know

They hide from niggas

I went the whole shabel

Been on they trail

Bitch you better not tell

I got shit for sale

Cause I got some shit that run your bail

Say it won't never fail

That package that I sent said handle with care

Put that on the scale

Need a whole bunch of tape to wrap a bale

Fuck that shit

Fuck that shit

I'm on now

I'll have them niggas outchea watch you

Cause I'm on now

They heard I got that dose

So now they taping phones now

They see that paper so they won't leave me alone now

Fuck it though

Fuck the Feds

Ima be the one that's gon kick down yo door

You can't hear me when I'm creepin cause I'm on my tipey toes

This 40 leave you stiffer than a photo

All we inhale is gun smoke

Watch action from the front row

Ima hop out in the party

Ima kill you and yo kin folk

I leave a nigga down

I leave em red like some hot Cheetos

And if you speak on me

Don't give a fuck if you my people

Ima roll a nigga up like I was rolling up a taco

Fuck it hop out

Make them glocks go

And bitch the choppa got a stock hole

No serial code but I pull up in a lockout

Punish em

I hit em up like I was Tupac dog

Trigger finger itchin to squeeze

It's gon fuck it up

Okay You Wildin with them stretch yeah

I'm back yeah

Don't give a fuck bout what you say

Because I know that its all cap

I run it up a couple laps yeah

I spin the block too many times

Fuck that shit youngin I might just double back yeah

Bing bong when its hittin everywhere ricochet

I'm a menace to society

I'm hated by the ministry

Ok them bullets burn

I just sent it to em

Let that nigga pay

He can never say

He never saw it coming

Put it in his face

My gun been tryna fuck with something

Just let the cutter cut

I can't leave without it

He come in handy like Kobe in the clutch

Don't be afraid to jump right in

Nigga this ain't no double dutch

Where I'm from we was trained to kill

Who want war with us

Whole lot of red ones for me

Sip it til its done

A lot of bodies what you gon see

Bullets bigger than my thumb

Don't make me have to clap this bitch

Make sure that the job is done

Can't let you double back on me

I only got to do it once

Bitch it's up

Bitch you know its done

Bitch you know its up

I ain't gotta say no words

Once you move they leave you stuck

Leave your body on the curb

Speakin out your top you must got nuts

No we ain't trippin we gon swerve

I don't give a fuck make your tail tuck

Gangsta Fever lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I like that

I'ma gangsta, that bitch dead, I like it like that right there

Yeah

I speak the truth, I don't wanna be with no one else

If I say "fuckin' around was worth it"

Even though I ain't perfect, it'll be a lie

Stand-up guy, never sit quiet, I could say I always tried

But now I don't want nobody around and they wonder why

Electric Slide, chopper spit static when we let off fire

They livin' wild, killers outside while I'm standin' up in trial

I ain't choosin' sides, don't come outside, he know that shit was foul

She a ride-or-die, she could've left and she ain't leave my side

On the road somewhere all alone

But my mind and my head, it ain't there, baby

Off the pills, I just need to relax, baby

Insecure about myself, oh

I just want to know why I can't

Seem to cure your love

Real gangsters in disguise

(They wonder why, slime)

I, oh, oh, oh

Think I'm better off by myself

Think I'm gettin' the gangster fever

Oh, think I'm gettin' the gangster fever

Them niggas playin', got my money now, bitch, it's 'bout time

(Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)

Back to back, bitch, what up now?

Made nigga got plenty figures, what I wouldn't do for my child

Painted that image like I ain't shit, but I'ma burn it up now

I gotta show this ho now, bitch, I ain't playin'

Same niggas talk that shit, they don't know nothin' 'bout bein' a man

I been misused, I been mistreated, what the fuck they don't understand?

But they show sympathy for somebody who ain't got no dick inside they pants

Think like a man

On the road somewhere all alone

But my mind and my head, it ain't there, baby

Off the pills, I just need to relax, baby

Insecure about myself, oh

I just want to know why I can't

Seem to cure your lo-ove

Real gangster in disguise

(They wonder why, slime)

I, oh, oh, oh

Think I'm better off by myself

Think I'm gettin' the gangster fever

Oh, think I'm gettin' the gangster fever

I, oh, oh, oh

Think I'm better off by myself

Think I'm gettin' the gangster fever

Oh, think I'm gettin' the gangster fever

GG (Remix) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy (feat. A Boogie wit da Hoodie)

[NBA YoungBoy:]

Look

Free my niggas out the can

Nigga, this that crazy man

I ain't even put no effort, crazy man

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don't make no sound

Say somethin', might get shot bitch, face down to the ground

I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb

I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money

Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe

Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do

You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew

Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?

Cause bitch I'm flyer than your dude

If you think I fuck with that lil hoe, then you a fool

I ain't got no education, I dropped out of school

No security with me so I'm strapped up with that tool

Try to take my jewelry off and you gon' make the news bitch

Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22 bitch

Audemar Piguet, coulda' went and bought a school bitch

Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes bitch

Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit

I just took a loss so I'm goin' on a heist bitch

Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike bitch

Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight bitch

Thunder in my clip, fuck around get hit with light bitch

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don't make no sound

Say somethin', might get shot bitch, face down to the ground

I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb

I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money

Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe

Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do

You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew

Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?

Cause bitch I'm flyer than your dude

[A Boogie with da Hoodie:]

Wait, I'm really focused, they talking bullshit

But they still listen to my old shit

Listen lil bitch, I still got some money from some old shit

Listen lil bitch, I empty clips and then reload it

I get more attention when I'm with my Louie Loafers

All my whips is tinted so they love to pull me over

You a sherm nigga, word nigga, yous a joker

My whip is mad black, I used to ride in the Toyota yeah

Now I'm slumpin' niggas over yeah

Niggas got they ten toes up yeah

Heart started gettin' colder yeah

Lil bitch you don't know us yeah

[NBA YoungBoy:]

Draw down with that Glock, bitch don't make no sound

Say somethin', might get shot, bitch face down to the ground

I ain't got no respect aye, you might think I'm dumb

I'm just 17, with a whole lotta money

Fuck you, bitch I hopped up out that coupe

Tell me hoe, if you don't like me why you worried about what I do

You ain't see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew

Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?

Cause bitch I'm flyer than your dude

Give You My All lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

You prolly den boarded your plane right now

I'm tryna get thru to you

You got me going insane right now

I feel like I'm losing you (yeah)

And I don't know what to do (nah)

I just wanna call (ooh)

Forever I'm never gonna choose, I give you my all

That's a fact, give you my all

I admit that I was wrong (ooh)

I was show in' off

I ain't want you for to leave (no)

You say I'm a gangster, I don't speak on that shit that's irrelevant

I'm taking my time, never rewind

My all alone that I'm headed in

Other night I was cryin, but I'm so slime

You wouldn't know how to handle it

You the one that I want I ain't faking it

You don't know what these hoes den done to me (yeah)

Girl, I need ya, I want chu, come on, don't be scared

Imma learn to treat chu right

On my own, all alone, I been blind and mislead

But chu the one who make me feel right

That's a fact, give you my all

I admit that I was wrong (ooh)

I was showin' off

I ain't want chu for to leave (no)

You prolly den boarded your plane right now

I'm tryna get thru to you

You got me going insane right now

I feel like I'm losing you (yeah)

And I don't know what to do (nah)

I just wanna call (ooh)

Forever I'm never gonna choose, I give you my all

I answer my phone in front of your face

To fuck over you and intend it

I was tryna tell her not to call me no more

Its over, I'm done, get riddance

You going to school to become a nurse

I thought you would want you a business

I love it I think that it's different

Might need chu to write me prescriptions

Got yo feet up, 8 bedrooms in my house, surprise

Let my gang go play b-ball up inside

Tennis court let's play but lemme grab my glock

Two security guards in front for extra eyes

You prolly den boarded your plane right now

I'm tryna get thru to you

You got me going insane right now

I feel like I'm losing you (yeah)

And I don't know what to do (nah)

I just wanna call (ooh)

Forever I'm never gonna choose, I give you my all

That's a fact, give you my all

I admit that I was wrong (ooh)

I was showing off

I ain't want chu for to leave (no)

Goals lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

6element

I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe

They closed the door, but I still made it through

Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew

Overtime for to make sure that I don't lose

Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama

Doin' bad, but I know that it's a lot for me to do

I was tired of doing the same thing

Got serious, then I changed lanes

They knowin' that we bust brains

But ain't why I'm inside in chains

Put my focus in the main business

Lookin' for a half a ticket plane

Tryna find somethin' that fit the description of my pain

My name to some people ain't looked over

Go find you somethin' to look over

Since young, never been a pushover

Got the bag like a book holder

Nigga, you gon' make me mad and we gon' spin on 'em

Did the dash inside a Lamb' and then he crash

Ain't get a dent on him

That's my lil' homie

Remember posted at the store, I ain't have a cent on me

One uniform, went to school everyday the same lint on me

Needed help to stand up straight and then they bent on me

Dirty bitch was catchin' fire and I wouldn't even piss on 'em

I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe

They closed the door, but I still made it through

Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew

Overtime for to make sure that I don't lose

Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama

Doin' bad, but I know that it's a lot for me to do

Switched the motto, I ain't hit the lotto

But my bag different

Skippin' school with my dog, wasn't really tryna bag with me

Fell in love once, but mm, I said my grandma was different

I'm like, "Mm, I'm a millionaire, I ain't with the kidding"

That's me just thinkin'

Too much money, separate the bank

2012, I'd use a shoebox

I don't really like to talk, I ain't bein' rude now

Three hundred thousand, it be for fashion

And I still'll probably pass it up

I don't give no fuck as long as we got a gat on us

That's a new edition

She don't want me, she feel like my heart old

Why you want my heart, love?

Take it slow, I ball on and off court

I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe

They closed the door, but I still made it through

Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew

Overtime for to make sure that I don't lose

Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama

Doin' bad, but I know that it's a lot for me to do

God Please lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Huh

I ain't going outside today

I ain't going outside today

You pour me up

DMac that nigga be too banging

Tryna hide from the camera, I ain't goin' outside today

Couldn't find Hi-Tec, so I'm drinkin' on Act' today

I'ma pull up in style, we gon' do a drive by in the Wraith

I'ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

That money be callin', I don't do no talkin', so get the fuck outta my face

Gotta TEC and a chopper, with a hundred thousand dollars up in the Wraith

You know I ain't slippin', you know that I'm with it, I'll shoot him right up in his face

Three say that I'm trippin', you know that I'm drippin', I'm wrapped in Saran today

I just bought a brand new watch from Goyard, I ain't put it on yet

I don't care 'bout no bitch, I ain't giving her shit, spend it all on my homies

I go put on my son, from my car to my house, everything, I own it

When it come to that money you know I ain't stuntin', I be on it

I just got a pet monkey, cashed out on a tiger

But really don't want it, my son don't like him

He say that we beefin', you know I won't fight him

My clip full of thunder, you know I'll strike 'em

Wanna join NBA, go and catch you a body

Free Kevin Gates, it's a murder for hire

Double G gang on the front of my title

Got rid of my Glock and I bought me a rifle

Tryna hide from the camera, I ain't goin' outside today

Couldn't find Hi-Tec, so I'm drinkin' on Act' today

I'ma pull up in style, we gon' do a drive by in the Wraith

I'ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case

I jump out at your house, I ain't shootin' from the corner

Ben bought me a bitch but I really don't want her

I don't do no cappin', I keep it one hunnid

Right now I'm recordin' with ten thousand on me

He say he want smoke but I know he don't want it

Shoot him and his bitch and I up on his homie

You know how I'm feelin', I don't got to say it

Face every problem all by my lonely

Tryna hide from the camera, I ain't goin' outside today

Couldn't find Hi-Tec, so I'm drinkin' on Act' today

I'ma pull up in style, we gon' do a drive by in the Wraith

I'ma take it to trial, pray to Lord I beat the case, yeah

Green Dot lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Ayo, Dzimi got the sauce, boy)

Still a robber from the paul bearer, from the burner

Still right out from the burner

Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me

I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie

I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang

Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

This no facade, we up the rod, we known to send shit up to God

You say it's war, I do your asses like I done them fucking boys

Hold on say, why they tryna play like Top ain't raw

Been up inside beef for some years but still ain't dead yet in this foreign car

PTR on me, looking like this bitch a sewing saw

Son say in my passenger seat just like a pornstar

Murder gang, two handles on that .223 like devil horns

Call the police, don't call the reverend for him (Fuck that boy)

Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeah

Caught that nigga fumbling then they did him bad

Gang baby had to fight in jail in different parish

Check off shit with PayPals with certain assassins

His family know we stepped on him, I wish I could spit in his casket

Fuck him, I been thugging, and bet nan one of you bitches still gon' touch this shit

This shit ain't pretty since I came in, it been ugly

I whip out my blicky, tell my bitch just for to kiss it if she love me

Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me

I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie

I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang

Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me

I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie

I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang

Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchet

Wait outside his home and put shit up the fastest

And just in case this shit get hectic, the FN tactic

You know them hollows coming through shit soon as I blast it

I say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad home

Make sure that I got "Gravedigger" engraved in my tombstone

Them pistols beating up off a beat, since he wanna make a song

Tell him I'm that same nigga with holes in my shoes walkin' around

Fuck it, we gon' knock him down

Green dot, millionaire up in the Cutlass and this bitch not T top

Jumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reefer

I am not no rapper, I'm your fucking teacher

Bloody nigga walk in cocaine white tryna turn up the meter

Talk your shit, you gon' lose your life the same day I meet you

This that real right shit can't keep cool say 5 soon as I swung that heater

This that hitchhike shit, paul bearers bring him out, drag him to the reaper

Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me

I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie

I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang

Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Dumb shit, you know that I'm walking with it on me

I say stomp him, then that's when they stepping on your homie

I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang

Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you, what you saying?

Heading On lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(I need to speak to Mike Laury)

(Yeah, you got Mike Laury)

(Dubba-AA flex)

Free DDawg

(Winning lottery numbers coming up)

Cocaine all white GNikes, so I hit the street right

Hangin round actin like they lost some, know what it be like

I done seen how they change when im down

Riding round that P, smokin dope just singin loud

Muthafuck em if they dont know I ain't gotta show

Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin strong though

Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home

Causin me to head on

I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I'm on

Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds

Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin around

Tell me change but I can't do it, I'm fresh cause I got money now

Hella blocks, hella chops, thirty shottas, no trap spot

Plain Jane, Patek Phileppe, arms reach of a crack pot

Get that rollie imma send it back I dont like how the bezel sized

Scared for a nigga to see her arm sleeve she got hella dots

Soon as it drop then the body drop

Police comin, call it through the cell

She ain't wit' a nigga she ain't around me now

It was the same way laid inside a cell

Tryna step on sum', payin to get me killed

In that red eye straight from out of hell

Got to much money to be out here stuntin'

And these dirty bitches dont wanna let me live

What you talkin? All my kids got M's and P's

I knock sum' off I don't wanna talk

Aye where the money where the lean, God damn

Fuck em all, I achieve

I ain't gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve

Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain't gotta show

Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though

Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home

Causin me to head on

I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I'm on

Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds

Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around

Tell me change but I can't do it, I'm fresh cause I got money now

Big stack, look there go Youngboy his lil ass wit' that big gat

Cemetary yard, I can't pass, tell 'em risk that

Dont care bout how you cut it you not makin me

Give a fuck bout if they clutchin I say spray that shit

I say pop that boy, I say shoot that bitch

While I wait on my house to get gutted, I flood my wrist

I say hit the switch, I say put it in sport ain't got no kick

I say Lean, stand, stand right, aim right nigga for you hit that stick

What you talkin? All my kids got M's and P's

I knock sum' off I don't wanna talk

Aye where the money where the lean, God damn

Fuck em all, I achieve

I ain't gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve

Muthafuck em if they dont know, I ain't gotta show

Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smookin strong though

Dirty bitches they done ran off left foreign cars sittin round in my home

Causin me to head on

I say that thats that Maybach, Red eye, Rolls Royce, I'm on

Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds

Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around

Tell me change but I can't do it, I'm fresh cause I got money now

Heard Of Me lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Shit, that's that bitch

Damn, Ken man

Uh, baow

It's Lil Top, nigga, what it is

You already know how I get down

I got all these bitches around, all these bitches inside my home

Yeah, with a half a million inside my bag, bitch

Yeah, with a big strap on my couch, right now

How you wan' do it?

Nigga, biggest five, hah

Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah

I leave shit dead inside the street, I had foreign cars at just sixteen, bitch

Now, look, I know you heard of me

I got my momma out the hood, I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man

I said, "I know you heard of me"

'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin'

Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin'

I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me

Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch

That drum gon' talk like it's a band

Got eighty acres worth of land

But they wan' see me lose, wan' see me lose my groove

Wan' see me throw my fuckin' hand

They ain't give a hand, not one time, pussy bitch, I'm 'bout mine

And I been known to slang iron, I'll have your whole family cryin'

And I made millions through my whole career

Dropped from outta school without a plan

I could've fucked up, got killed

I been on the stand just like a man, these twenty-three long years

Life inside in the can, I said, "I can"

Bitch, who would not shed tears? Bitch, keep it real

Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the South

Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me, "Stay in the house"

Had some pain since I was a child, hope your happiness done been bought

Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh

I see these pussy niggas plottin' on me

I say I gotta keep that rocket on me

In the club stuntin' with these hoes

Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm, huh

They watch my neck, huh, know I got that check

I'm gon' flex, got that TEC, huh

Play, I let this bitch out right on set, best come correct

Or get stomped out your shit, this a bet

Bitch, I'm rich, I ride around with that stick, fuck a fed

Got too much sense inside my head to lose it all behind a ho

Tryna get a session with DJ Khaled and make 'em all lay on the floor

Tryna let that rookie open my venue and kill his whole clique at the show

He's from a hour away, and from that distance, I could see that he a ho

I peep your chain out wit' my scope, I get your address from my four

We grab them sticks, it's time to kill, play Jackie Neal, that's how we roll

I know life won't be fucked up forever, God blessin' all the steppers

Trap niggas and real bitches, my clique gon' ball forever

Wreck, we gon' bang it out, we gon' hit it, just let me know

Pop a pussy, pop prescriptions, pop a check, ooh

Bitch, pop that pussy, fuck who lookin', throw that neck, ooh

I beat it down, straight from the back, then eat you like my food

Now, look, I know you heard of me

That boy who breakin' all the rules, that child who barely find peace

That boy who make that bitch get tattoos of a whole face of me

Inside Cristal, we soak our feet, it's gangsta

Now, look, I know you heard of me, hah

I leave shit dead inside the street, I had foreign cars at just sixteen, bitch

Now, look, I know you heard of me

I got my momma out the hood, I got myself from out the streets, bitch, I'm the man

I said, "I know you heard of me"

'Bout how I leave 'em dead from goin' cross that net, playin'

Tryna see 'bout that shit you sayin'

I know you heard of me, bah, bah, bitch, that be me

Come get that blick outside my hand, I'm murder man, bitch

That drum gon' talk like it's a band

I can see these pussy niggas plottin' on me

I say I gotta keep that rocket on me

In the club stuntin' with these hoes

Just don't know, nigga watchin' your arm

Don't want take that route 'cause I'm out, I done let it off in the south

Havin' police knock on the door, momma tell me, "Stay in the house"

Had some pain since I was a child, hope your happiness done been bought

Or least been earned, I been goin' hard ever since I had my turn, oh

Hi Haters lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(A-a-a-a-ayy, that's probably Tago)

(Goddamn, BJ made another one)

To all the haters-

Yeah, ooh, ooh-ooh

Oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

And now I speak, gotta put my daughter to sleep

And just like Peak, I named my son after a G (They know)

Ain't been respondin' to these niggas, I'm way more rich, I know they see (They see)

On my wife, I'm spendin' millions and I put some diamonds on my wrist (Yeah-yeah)

I done made it out the cage (I done made it out the cage)

Saw me down, but I'm so up, I don't give one fuck

God, I say, "Thank you"

Hit your artist with them Ks (Hit your artist with them Ks)

I don't bother you, you pick on me

Just wait to see, bitch, I'm gon' spank you (Bah, bah)

Too many real estate, to the rich, that's embarrassment, but I'm big on it

Been on it, I get that money and I sit on it (Sit on it)

Nails got some paint up on 'em, but play know I'll kill yo' big homie

I got this Givenchy-branded chain, I'll fit three-times your rent on it

Tell my mama, "Send a hundred, I'ma send it back" (I'ma send it back)

Throw a brick and hide ya hand, bitch, you know I'ma get you whacked (I'ma get you whacked)

She tell Charleston White, "I'm a gangster who been misled wrong"

I just been leadin' wrong, but if you ever need me, I'll send 'em back (I'll send 'em back)

To all the haters, I say, "Hey"

I made it through another day

I'm blessed, so how can I complain?

It ain't one thing that they can say

I thank you Lord that I'm saved (Saved)

Look, all this money I done made

They won't let me out the cage

Some hitters missed me with them K's (Some niggas missed me with them K's)

Know I put shit up behind lil' Dave (Yeah)

But, bae, I changed, I was feelin' played (Yeah)

Should've shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

Wanna say, "Stop violence," but it don't add up to my name

Known to bring pain, I bust his brain

Like, "Boy, you disrespected gang" (You know)

I'm a duck, continue with that ignorant shit 'cause I'm a wealthy man (Move on)

Try and pray five times a day, name another Christian do the same (Amen)

And I gotta thank the Lord for my kids (My kids)

Harper got smart on that big

Nigga tryna cap me, crossed my wig, behind this boy that we digged

Hope you don't think you comin' in here puttin' me up, it won't be it (Uh-uh)

Come test your luck, I wan' see it

Drop the next, turned to a spirit

I'm like, "Mama, these niggas don't want no problems, but these women wanna sex away my problems"

Free money, might as well give away to my partners (All of my brothers, nigga)

They be hatin' and I'm like, "Oh, it ain't my problem" (Ma, I got problems)

To all the haters, I say, "Hey"

I made it through another day (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'm blessed, so how can I complain? (I can't complain)

It ain't one thing that they can say (It ain't a thing they can say)

I thank you Lord that I'm saved (Ooh, ooh)

Look, all this money I done made

They won't let me out the cage

Some hitters missed me with them K's (Ah, ah)

Know I put shit up behind lil' Dave (Yeah, yeah)

But, bae I changed, I was feelin' played

Should've shot the bitch up in his face (Yeah)

I'm workin' hard through all my problems, hustlin' on my own (Own)

And I be up late when they sleep, no excuses at all

I'm the man inside my home (My home)

I'm caught up providin' (I'm caught up providin')

But all my niggas been slidin', woah (But all my niggas been slidin')

We gotta stay violent through this shit

Don't like violence, not one bit

Might just come home and call my mama (Call my mama)

Pain keep me rollin', I stay strong (I'm strong, yeah)

I'm winnin' on these bitches, I say, "Amen" (Amen)

My shades, they Balenci', they ain't Ray-Bans

Dada try hard not to open a can on these fools

These niggas be fans, ran up my bands on them dudes (I run up my bands)

Bought extra land, and it got the same view as my house, way too cool (Too cool)

Got to keep that stick inside my pants, like Baboon (Know I got to keep that stick)

They know I'm not friendly, not one bit and I hate all of you (I'm too rich)

Watch my nails (Yeah)

Tell the boys and girls, I'm Top, I'm up, go to Hell (Go to Hell)

You ain't hatin' on me, I hope you conquer and prevail (Prevail)

They want beef, got 'em waitin' on me, 'cause I know they'll probably'll call 12 (Brrt)

Can't be lookin' up to niggas don't even look up to their self

Don't set yourself up for to fail (Slime)

Haha

To all the people that be talkin' down on me, nigga, ha

It's all good, all good, I'm ballin'

Ya heard me?

You ain't takin' it away from us now, at all

Everybody livin' good

Shit, if you ain't livin' good, I know I gave it to you

That's on ya body, ya heard me?

You ain't gotta like me, believe that

I'm kickin' it with [?] on here, I'm too [?] on here

I'm stayin' groovy on these hoes, nigga, believe that

It's slime, Top

To all the haters, I say, "Hey"

How I Been lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Pipe that shit up, TnT

RellyMade

Countin' money, workin' on myself

That's if you wonder how I been, I been

Wishin' if you there with someone else

I hope they love you like I did, I did

Say you love me but you can't

The shit you do for me, for another nigga, you do the same

I can't hold on, plus these critics bloggin' my name

I'm tryna move on, I'm not with your lies and with your games

She tried to fake a baby, I ain't trippin' 'bout that

Girl, I want your love

Them hoes wasn't as real as us

So I don't give a fuck

DC Blizzy turnt up at the club, okay, okay

Don't fuck with that

I say, don't fuck with that, that's my bae

Oh, you the main freak? Bring her ass my way (My way)

Your name could make tat' three times on my face (Tat' three times on my face)

Hold my styrofoam, speedin' on the highway (Ooh)

No party on a Friday, check that money like five ways

Can't listen to what I say, bitch, you know I need you

Just wanna please you from behind, just wanna' beat you

Soon as you throw it back, I go in deep, too

Now it's time to put my clothes on, I don't wanna leave you

Vision your face, as I be with somebody

Every move that I make, I be wantin' you on side me

Oh, why you ain't advise me?

I'm tryna make sure that my head on

Instead, you tellin' me I'm dead wrong

Point you out, always me (No blame, no pain)

We're not doin' right, don't we all agree? (Who should feel shame?)

Point you out, always me (No blame, no pain)

We're not doin' right, don't we all agree? (Oh, who should feel shame?)

Got my burner on so they won't play me (Yeah)

Put that Buddha print on and it make me think about Blasian (Think about)

I need you to save me, these hoes tryna raid me (Go)

Just like you the cops hoe , you gotta chase me

And in May you know I'll change the weather

All these foreigns be matching

Real nigga gon' do it better, even though IRS tax me

I say, "That that Motorsport, Supercross can't jack me"

I say, "Fuck that KTM, I want Kawasaki" (Yeah, yeah)

Countin' money, workin' on myself

That's if you wonder how I been, I been

Wishin' if you there with someone else

I hope they love you like I did, I did

Vision your face, as I be with somebody

Every move that I make, I be wantin' you on side me

Oh, why you ain't advise me?

I'm tryna make sure that my head on

Instead , you tellin' me I'm dead wrong

Point you out, always me (No blame, no pain)

We're not doin' right, don't we all agree? (Oh, who should feel shame?)

Point you out, always me (No blame, no pain)

We're not doin' right, don't we all agree? (Oh, who should feel shame?)

(Put you out my mind, I can put you out my mind)

(Put you out my mind, I can put you out my mind)

Hurt Me lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Yung Lan on the track

Hunnid bands for a kilo, nigga

I can't no more, I ain't letting them people hurt me

No I can't go, I ain't letting them step on me

I ain't showing no love, they ain't ever do shit for me

I don't give a fuck, I don't care what they think 'bout me

I ain't ever switch, who the fuck done said I changed?

They say I ain't shit, why they talk down on my name?

I ain't ever let it go, Imma stay true to this game

I don't care which way he go, Imma always stay the same

No I don't wanna know, I don't wanna hurt nobody

They don't know, know, know, fire growing in my body

And I'm waiting on, for to step on me somebody

Got a clique with me, so solid

Sipping take narcotics

See that shit you said I caught it

Whole lotta racks up in my pocket

No I won't quit on promoting the violence

Step on a nigga, the police can't stop it

Wildlife came and took my tiger

Imma double back, bought me a lion

I stay with the shit know these bitches ain't shit

I ain't trusting no hoe cause I know they be lyin'

Take my lick no I won't tell

Way back bitch, hoe I was locked in a cell

Appreciating I know that they hating

All my fans had sent me mail

Drop my top I'm looking for 12

Walk through the North, just me and Kindelle

Said they want smoke and I'm bringing them hell

Shoot out the window I'm leaving them stale

I can't no more, I ain't letting them people hurt me (I ain't let 'em hurt me)

No I can't go, I ain't letting them step on me (Let 'em top on me)

I ain't showing no love, they ain't ever do shit for me (Shit for me)

I don't give a fuck, I don't care what they think 'bout me (Think 'bout me)

I ain't ever switch, who the fuck done said I changed? (Said I changed)

They say I ain't shit, why they talk down on my name? (Down on my name)

I ain't ever let it go, Imma stay true to this game (To this game)

I don't care which way he go, Imma always stay the same (Stay the same)

Hop in the whip do the dash in the Bentley

It's living up when I hit it

Strapped when I float through the city (Brrat)

That's how I sound when I hit it

No dealings with these bitches

Loaded I think that I'm tripping

Focus you know I ain't slipping

Pay me on scene and you know that I spit it

Fussing with my girl, say that you love me I know you don't love me

Brought you around me and you started thuggin'

Fuck all that shit I ain't worried 'bout nothing

Imma travel the world, I'm bringing you with me ain't leaving for nothing

Play with my feelings and bitch Imma cut you

I take that back cause I really do love you

I ain't ever switch, who the fuck done said I changed? (Said I changed)

They say I ain't shit, why they talk down on my name? (Down on my name)

I ain't ever let it go, Imma stay true to this game (To this game)

I don't care which way he go, Imma always stay the same (Stay the same)

I can't no more, I ain't letting them people hurt me (I ain't let 'em hurt me)

No I can't go, I ain't letting them step on me (Let 'em top on me)

I ain't showing no love, they ain't ever do shit for me (Shit for me)

I don't give a fuck, I don't care what they think 'bout me (Think 'bout me)

Hypnotized lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

She said that money ain't worth nothin' if you can't treat me right

I clearly see bitches ain't shit, they just won't see me cry

Young nigga rollin', keep that Glock 'cause shit ain't safe out at night

I say the money and betrayal got my mind hypnotized

Lies, that's what they told me

I never asked for shit at night, only for you to hold me

I did it out of love, baby, never said you owed me

Now I don't wanna fuck with you, it's gonna kill me slowly

Straight out that north, I made it out, don't mix me in the shit they say

My feelings fallin', money callin', how we movin', shit ain't safe

I'm rollin' through LA alone with a burner on my waist

At night, I pray I make it home, them pussy boys know where I stay, might jump the gate

But fuck that, I'm strapped up, ain't worried 'bout nothin'

Somethin' must be in them nigga's head wrong if they thinkin', I ain't clutchin'

Can't take cover when I start bustin'

Leave 'em like one said they love me

Patrol still wanna cuff me

No love for one, say fuck me

You supposed to be the one I run to, but you ain't 'round

Never knew to succumb to, I don't know how

I lost my love for that dream and I don't know if it could be found

You always bringin' some shit up, never once tried to put you down

She said that money ain't worth nothin' if you can't treat me right

I clearly see bitches ain't shit, they just won't see me cry

Young nigga rollin', keep that Glock 'cause shit ain't safe out at night

I say the money and betrayal got my mind hypnotized

One person I'm lovin'

Nobody I'm trustin'

Straight out of them trenches, I'm thuggin'

To me you the world, but I never could tell you wasn't keepin' it real

You was billing your budget

You see me with bitches you think that I cherish

You ask them a question, they can't tell you nothin'

Bad news and it's comin' out ugly

Truth be told, you was plottin' on somethin'

Money mean nothin' when you really love someone

How I be livin' take up time and we could have a one on one

And fuckin' off ain't that important when you really for someone

I'm scared to open up my heart, I always been so nonchalant

I just wanna live with you, build with you, smoke with you, yeah

I know you think the shit I say

But you just wanna misuse me and lie, said that I ain't never cared

You left yo' diary by the bed

She said that money ain't worth nothin' if you can't treat me right

I clearly see bitches ain't shit, they just won't see me cry

Young nigga rollin', keep that Glock 'cause shit ain't safe out at night

I say the money and betrayal got my mind hypnotized

She said that money ain't worth nothin' if you can't treat me right

I clearly see bitches ain't shit, they just want see me cry

Young nigga rollin', keep that Glock 'cause shit ain't safe out at night

I say the money and betrayal got my mind hypnotized

I Ain't Scared lyrics - It Ain't Over (Interlude)

(Look out, Veno)

(Veno gon' cook up, he mix the ingredients)

I wanna see another vision, vision

(Mama know who Cub$kout is)

All I picture, in that stolo spinning, spinning

They want me down, I can't shake this feeling, feeling

Think what you want, I ain't even gotta say that, I'm a real nigga

Since sixteen, I been knocking shit off and you talk 'bout deal with 'em

I can't live my life a certain way, no

Drive that Rolls all out at night

If a shootout gon' go down in this bitch, can't say it won't

'Cause my life is crazy, left my old girl 'cause she play me

Deadly ever since I been a baby, but these niggas still won't slay me

I can't get my mind blown, now on Xans, my mind gone

Two girls, five lil' boys, I gotta make it home

I'm alright, don't worry, don't cry

It ain't nothing that no one could do to save my life

Ma, just know I'm your flying angel if I leave through the night

And I ain't scared

I ain't scared, every time it was up, I never ran

Living life on the edge but I'm seeming to constantly hold on from the strength of Xans

Come from doing shows in a sprinter van

Since sixteen, mind had a tag

But these niggas, they still ain't kill me

Back to back, got them young niggas still spinning

Feds on my trail, got a case still pending

Take it off my mind, flood my bitch with pendants

At my grandma grave talking how I be here in a minute, got grandaddy real estate

Bought sis the AMG, know you seen I copped that Bentley

Kendell got a Hellcat, mom got a Trackhawk with the red seats in it

You ain't gotta worry 'bout me sincerely

I'm alright, don't worry, don't cry

It ain't nothing that no one could do to save my life

Ma, just know I'm your flying angel if I leave through the night

And I ain't scared

Post, "I wanna kill myself," they bring me down

And they think I'm sad

When they think I'm hurt when I just wanna be left alone

Ain't worried 'bout niggas

I'm that nigga in this bitch, been standing tall

She wanna be with me, but I can't, might be the reason that I fall

Titanic watch, I cannot sink

They watch my bank, they want it gone

I'm in the Northside and I ain't got my vest on

Feeling like my close friends ain't on the same thing I'm on

Plenty times they came and tried to kill me, it don't take that long

I'm alright

I wanna see another vision

All I picture, in that stolo spinning

They want me down, I can't shake this feeling

I Don't Care "Go To Sleep Mad" Ha Ha lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Alright, alright my, this is, one more time haha

This is the Hunger Games

We back to the dimension of the unanswered motives

I am the motive (Fuck these people think of me)

How can you control me? you can't control me

I do what I want, you don't tell me what to do (Fuck you)

I don't even like to fuckin' hear nothin'

No one voice, I just, peace and quiet, peace and quiet my friend

Or would you like to not be considered a friend? (Ha)

I get the choice, you know

Hey 'Trell, why the fuck are you so careless?

Niggas they scared of me, bad bitches beggin' me

The rappers thinkin' they ahead of me

Feds want to bury me, they don't like I'm too competetive

Life of sin, ain't nothin' wrong, I am not scared of them

I come from the block

Police they tryna stop the car, I hop and run wit' the Glock

I can do whatever I want because I am who I'm are

Leave niggas dead, my momma know that I dismantled them boys

I had to leave my girl, wasn't ready, she was lovin' too hard

Mentally scarred, I can see the darkness in stars

Head full of scars, I say that they took it too far

The topic of news, but I don't give a fuck 'bout these fools

I followed the law, but they the one who breakin' the rules

Oh, we are not allowed too?

Oh, you the only one that's allowed too? (Huh)

Some of them wants to use you

Some of them wants to be used by you

Kentrell they just wants to kill you

They just want to see you lose (Haha, yeah)

Some of them wants to use you (Oh, oh)

Some of them wants to be used by you

Dead friends, notice that's all that I got

I call it scared ends, scared to spend that money, why not

Probably didn't notice that Jay-Z didn't invent the Hard Knock

I think that I should just stop

Some of them wants to use you

Some of them wants to be used by you

Kentrell they just wants to kill you

They just want to see you lose

Some of them wants to use you

Some of them wants to be used by you

Kentrell they just wants to kill you

They just want to see you lose

Some of them wants to use you

Some of them wants to be used by you

Kentrell they just wants to kill you

They just want to see you lose

I Don't Talk lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Vade on the keys

I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me

Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a North degree

Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah

Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah

Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit

YoungBoy pull up, that's when murder hit, know they heard of this

Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad

Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame

Blackballed me from up out the game, bitch, stripped me out the fame

I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain

"Oh, that's hilarious, thug?"

Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for

Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us

Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they cherished us

Can't be out here flippin' patties, what make you think them hoes gon' fuck with us?

What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up

Playin' limbo with that gunfire

Mama say I was her worst child

Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride

Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now

If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh

I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me

Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a North degree

Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah

Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah

Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit

YoungBoy pull up, that's when murder hit, know they heard of this

Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad

Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see

Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests

Got your back and with you, thug 'til the end

Don't give no fuck if you kin

I need my phone call, guard go to trippin', tryna slam me down

I'm with Kaylyn and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down

Phone ring, it's K, pick up my phone, "KD just got gunned down"

Bub bussin' back, but what 'bout my lil' brother?

Montana son was 'round

She don't love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that

"You free to fuck 'round if I don't know about it"

Who the fuck done thought of that?

I'm a gangster, I hang up on your mammy, bitch, no, I ain't callin' back

I'm a ranger, in that Nawf, it's danger, my family stoppin' that

Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that

Ain't takin' care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat

She stressin', wildin' about her old man, he done took her income tax

Know how she feel, I threw her somethin', I watched niggas do my mama that

He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack

He caught her talkin' to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it's cap

But shawty was lovin' brodie ass and everybody know that that's a fact

Later OD'd from off a dose, it was as strong as nightcap

Say Phat Baby

Hello?

Run that shit

Run that shit?

Run that shit

Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see

Hahaha, nah, just go off, just go

I told Ten, man, fuck them niggas

I want 'em all, been bringin' pressure all my life, it ain't no sense in calmin' down

If Top ain't feelin' your demeanor, bet I make you move around

Big ass gat under my arm, bitch, I'll make your mama fall

I'm out that bottom, and I'm out that wall

To be exact, behind that feining store, where they smoke mojo and they servin' packs

[?] always told me, "I'ma kill you if you ever rat"

They blocked the entrance off, so I say, "Fuck it," fall in through the back

4KTrey, nobody safe, and I gotta die this way

When we in the city, all them niggas do is hibernatin'

Talk to Monique, she told me, "PhatBlack, hit your knees and pray"

The lawyers say, "They want the R.I.C.O.," that's another case

I Need To Know lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(BJ on one)

(We love you Heavy)

Mhm-mhm, look, huh

My music so ruthless, just move me, let's end the night with wine

My life, it ain't perfect, they use me, this happens every time

No patience, I'm pacin', they hatin', my life been on the line

I got three shawties, I'm stickin' it, and I'm doin' fine (D-Roc)

Huh, very well, put that cutter on your brother, bitch, don't you go kiss and tell

Saw that I ain't have shit for sale, that's when I seen they tricks reveal

Shawty always fake as Hell, uh uh, lil' bitch, don't come in here (Oh, no)

I give her no dope, but shawty in here movin' slow

I don't give no fuck if I'm in court, I keep my pockets filled with rolls

Long road, but I know which fuckin' way to go

Next time around, I knock you off, now, don't you try this shit no more

I been puttin' up with these hoes, and I'm fed up and I'm so tired

Lil muslim in my home, and I think that we got soul ties

Catch these pussy niggas, get they issue, that ain't no lie

Kill one that's important, and I sit back, watch all you bitches cry

I don't switch my shoes, this bitch so high, my engine make it glide

I break all the rules, don't pick and choose, get blues the day you try

Mama, I'm a fool, and all this money do not help it out

Mama, I'm so cruel, and so on point, no, I won't come around

Bitch, tie up yo' shoes, take off one, watch how I gun you down

Now, get back up

Told youngin keep his .30 tucked

Lift him up, they bring me down

Wit' outsiders, don't fuck around, majority of 'em don't fuck with us

Sometimes, I wonder, "Who love me?" 'Cause I gotta know

Sometimes, I need you here for me, it's hard for me to cope

And it's a thug nigga story, and it's a million told

Niggas plannin' on thuggin' me

'Cause I need to know where my Codeine

'Cause I'm caught up movin' slow in my own dream

And I'm caught up with this ho that don't love me

I might as well go and die in my sleep

I might as well go and buy a new Audi (Oh)

I might as well just sit and cry, cause ain't nobody around

I might as well pour a five in the sixteen

No sleep, drink the whole thing, whole thing 'til I'm gone

She so wrong, know she ain't never move on

And she know she belong in here with a thug nigga

Ain't got no time for sneakin' 'round, I be tryna thug with her

She just don't wanna confess the fact she don't need me

Behind my back, she schemin'

Sometimes, I wonder, "Who love me?" 'Cause I gotta know

Sometimes, I need you here for me, it's hard for me to cope

And it's a thug nigga story, and it's a million told

Niggas plannin' on thuggin' me

'Cause I need to know where my Codeine

'Cause I'm caught up movin' slow in my own dream

And I'm caught up with this ho that don't love me

I might as well go and die in my sleep

IN N OUT lyrics - Susie B & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Susie B:]

I need to put y'all on a lil' game

'Cause I don't know, nobody ain't taught y'all no better? Or, what?

Huh, but come hear me out, though, learn a lil' somethin', take notes

Niggas duckin' P

Come and meet a bitch like me

Let you fuck me like you love me, but don't give a fuck if you leave

I ain't blowin' up your phone 'cause I don't need you callin' me

I like my nigga in a house and leave the streets to the meet

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Bitch, I'm Big YB, this a new AP

You can take this dick then choose to leave

I'ma fuck you good, I'ma treat you good

Do one more thing, get raked like leaves (Wow)

I flood yo' chain, I ain't even they daddy, bitch

Don't even tell me, "Please" (Why?)

Hit yo' niggas like I'm Jesus, bitch, c'mon worship me

[Susie B:]

I be in and be out quick like a burglary

I already know the game, can't no nigga play me

He ask can he see me, I say, "Yeah," on IG (Ha-ha)

Treat these niggas real bad, bitch, you ain't [?]

Bitches go for anything, that's why these niggas hate me

I wear these pants like I'm the man, in the bikini gettin' a tan

Shakin' my ass, these bitches throwin' back

Outside, bitch I don't need no man

Turnin' all these niggas to fans

Drop a pic', and he like, "Damn"

Where you at? So, it can go down

I catch one of 'em back in town, givin' niggas the run-around

Tryna take me to pound town

Get me to LA downtown

Let me see you bust down on pounds

Take me to go shop around

Tell me you don't care what amount

Y'all hoes be stuck in the house

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Uh, bitch, come turn me to a munch

Put that pussy on my tongue

Bitch, I'm hungry, I need lunch

Bitch, I shine, I already hate the sun

What the fuck with these niggas, pussy ain't richer than my son

What the fuck with these bitches, lame ass-ho ain't talk 'bout nothin'

"Frrt," there go them switches, now, you bitches get to runnin'

You gon' lose yo' lungs you fuckin' 'round

You buck one time, on top my game

[Susie B:]

Niggas duckin' P

Come and meet a bitch like me

Let you fuck me like you love me, but don't give a fuck if you leave

I ain't blowin' up your phone 'cause I don't need you callin' me

I like my nigga in a house and leave the streets to the meet

Might be outside with a scammer smokin' Za, that's rapper weed

You probably catch me in the studio, bae, droppin' a verse with me

Help him bust a couple plays, he done bought a purse for me

Take care of me like I'm his daughter, puttin' nobody first but me

Favorite rapper done flew me out, just to kick up on a mountain

That happened to how many of y'all? Exactly, y'all bitches ain't raw

Just be runnin' your Goddamn mouth

Just be heated thinkin' 'bout, at least make a nigga invest in y'all

You should wanna be your own boss, bitch just wanna name and call

Real hustler, I was raised in the South

I'ma get that money, no doubt

They don't need a handout, but, he know what I'm about

He gon' have to cash out, go and put on red sauce

Oh, niggas want me bad, now

And, y'all could never come back 'round

Niggas duckin' P

Come and meet a bitch like me

Let you fuck me like you love me, but don't give a fuck if you leave

I ain't blowin' up your phone 'cause I don't need you callin' me

I like my nigga in a house and leave the streets to the meet

Might be outside with a scammer smokin' Za, that's rapper weed

You probably catch me in the studio, bae, droppin' a verse with me

Help him bust a couple plays, he done bought a purse for me

Take care of me like I'm his daughter, puttin' nobody first but me

I be in, and I be out

NBA YoungBoy other songs:

 

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

(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

(Dmac on the fucking track)

My name Kentrell "Top" Gaulden

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

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

They know you're the one

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

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

I got death inside my styrofoam (My styrofoam)

I pour numbers inside my cup and get the dial tone

But I can't snooze long

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

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

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

You done ran off, buy a whole 'nother Bezel

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

Still reminiscin' what you told me

Coverin' up my feelings with the codeine

Send the collect calls from the North please

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

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

They know I ain't scared of them

Sayin' don't fall for my problems

Safe prayers for all my partners and 'dem

I'm gon' go buy beaucoup choppers

Play fairs for the take care

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

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

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

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

I'm tryna take it to ten

Do whatever that it take for the win

I'm gon' take the fall for my problems

Safe prayers for all my partners and 'dem

They locked in the pen

Every day, I get up, get it in

Turn it up, one knots for ten

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

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

I got death inside my styrofoam (My styrofoam)

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

But I can't snooze long

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

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

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

You done ran off, buy a whole 'nother Bezel

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

Still reminscin' what you told me

Coverin' up my feelings with the codeine

Send the collect calls from the North please

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

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

They know you're the one

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

I'm tryna take it to ten

Do whatever that it take for the win

I'm gon' take the fall for my problems

Safe prayers for all my partners and 'dem

They locked in the pen

Every day, I get up, get it in

Turn it up, one knots for ten

Kick Yo Door lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Dubba-AA flexin'

Louie Bandz made another one

Oh 'cmon

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

Ayy, free DDawg (Bitch)

You know what it is with me, nigga

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

Northside, 38, we put guns to the face

Slime

Bow, bitch, kick yo' door, uh

Meechie, find they stash spot

Make 'em hit the floor, uh

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

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

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don't make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

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

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

Bitch (Uh)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bow, bitch, kick yo' door, uh

Meechie, find they stash spot

Make 'em hit the floor, uh

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

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

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don't make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

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

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

Bitch

Hold on, red bitch

Tote a green flag, she bang 4KTrey

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

Bloody niggas, he got plenty bodies, caught another case

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

Wet that nigga up in traffic, he got road rage

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

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

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

Get that money, nigga

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

Meechie, find they stash spot

Make 'em hit the floor, uh

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

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

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don't make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

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

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

Bitch

Kill My Dawg lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Scottie Pippen, I run with that rock like John Wall

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

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

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

Thug life, bandanna on the clip like roober talk

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

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

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

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

Forever steppin' livin reckless 18 and a felon

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm rich and I'm forever stuntin'

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

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

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

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

BRPD tryna connect me on some bodies

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

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

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

For that money yungin' willing for to step on whoever

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

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

Meechie took 40yrs cause he strangled descendants

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah

Lick it all up (Mhm, mm)

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

Look at how I top shit, bitch

I just put like three up in the top ten

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

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

Read about it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you know we got a

Hundred (Grr) inside this bitch, a hundred sticks

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

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

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

She want me to buy her some CC

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

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

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

These people they know not to try me

I get in that mode and collect me a body

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

I'm ridin' the shorty like new Kawasakis

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, you know we got a

Hmm, get it (Let's get it)

Window double tinted (Ayy-ayy, yeah)

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

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

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

He wan' x 'em like in the system

One hunnid per perform, so I gotta book 'em

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

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

On my hip and blue hundreds inside of my pocket

Mercedes Benz with the brightest skin body

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you know we got a—

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

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