NBA YoungBoy other songs:

 

4 Sons Of A King lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

This for lil' Kayden, my first born (Draco)

You made a nigga strong, you the one

This for lil' Taylin, my second baby, my wildest son (Tay Tay)

Before it's done, I promise we'll have a bond (PlayBoy on this bitch but he ain't playin' though)

Kamiri, K3, everything 'bout him lovin' and that lil' nigga just like me

Wear his headband just like his cousin (Boozilla)

I just seen you on IG

Forever I got you, forever I know you got me

Just talked to Kacey through a iPhone, I coulda cried

I knew that look up in yo' eyes

Ain't talk to moms up in so long, some shit ain't right

Just gotta keep my head high

Just left backstage with a bag full of cash

More diamonds in the sack

I'm a lil' nigga, I ain't stuntin' for nobody

I been seemin' not to try when I rap

My girl say I passed

Fuck it, bae, I'm tryna put this 30 on somebody

Rockstar to heavy metal, oh

I think I found someone to make it better, oh

Old friends call me, mistake 'em for somebody else

I don't wanna fuck this up, up

Said what you wanna do 'cause, girl, I'm all in

Pick me up when I'm fallin'

When we land we be ballin'

These niggas lame, go to tweakin', ain't with that talkin'

Everybody be mouthin', pistols gon' get to sparkin'

Been ballin' long so I can see all, imagine how

Made it down a long road

Yeah, that's right, we up right now, I need you to be right here

Just talked to Kacey through a iPhone, I coulda cried

I knew that look up in yo' eyes

Ain't talk to moms up in so long, some shit ain't right

Just gotta keep my head high

Just left backstage with a bag full of cash

More diamonds in the sack

I'm a lil' nigga, I ain't stuntin' for nobody

I been seemin' not to try when I rap

My girl say I passed

Fuck it, bae, I'm tryna put this 30 on somebody

41 lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

QRed On The Track

Ay, Ay Youngboy

Oh, yeah

Shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come

She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"

She say "baby you can call up on me any day"

Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA

I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state

I'm on that 3Three shit, you know how I'm rockin''

I got Valentino's on and my shirt is Versace

Buku racks up in my pocket

Jiggalo strapped with the rocket

She say she ain't heard of us, Montana told that bitch "stop it"

Gettin' money by the hour, yeah we steady clockin'

My cuban links they shinin'

My Rollie watch would blind ya

I'm covered in designer, yea

Every day I'm grindin', yea

In the Maybach, in that Sprinter got shooters behind me

Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come

She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"

She say "baby you can call up on me any day"

Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA

I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state

I just came up with a answer for that petty shit

Draco with a drum on bottom and two thirty sticks

I'm in California coolin' with a foreign bitch

Montana say 'we gotta go cause your flight leave at 6'

Expensive clothes, 'lotta diamonds and some flashy lights

Shawty steady asking me 'what I'm gon' do tonight'

Explain to me, what's on your mind help me realize

Bae don't cry, I ain't lyin', I ain't got none to hide

Ride or die, promised the hoe you stay by my side

Lord knows we done been through this too many times

My down chick, my gangster bitch that's for you to decide

They can't peep out the move, no we can't be televised

Diamonds, shinin', shinin' on my necklace got these bitches sprung

Brand new Rollie on my arm and it's a 41

I can't tote it but you know my niggas keep a gun

They like there go that lil savage, they like how I come

She say "Youngboy this love we got, we just can't throw away"

She say "baby you can call up on me any day"

Say that, but you don't know I'm gon' be in MIA

I don't know you baby bitch, bitch you way from another state

Act A Donkey (Charlamange Diss) lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Huh

Huh, huh, huh

Huh, hey, huh

Huh, huh, huh

Bitch, mhm, Lil Top, nigga, look, look

Okay, huh, donkey of the day, nigga

Look, hold up, ayy

You invited, ayy, tell Charlamange he invited to Grave Digger Mountain

All he gotta do is pull up on me, nigga, and talk to me face to face

So I could bat you in your shit and hit you with this Drac', nigga

I don't give no fuck 'bout what they say, this that Amazing Grace

I got a plan for bitches tryna take YoungBoy for play

You must ain't heard, nobody safe, I had them gunners front yo' place

Can't take no food from off my plate, you pussy niggas know me

Try and find a place to hide this toolie, know it's fuck the police

Fucked up and I'm ruthless, I'm the murder man and I do it

With that shit, go ask my mama, anywhere, I'm gon' get to it, look

I got that shit on me, I keep that blick on me

A million dollars, that ain't shit, I spend it quick, homie

Hold up, I got yo' bitch on me, I'm tryna beat up that monkey

Get in yo' shit, bitch, I'll show you how to act a donkey

Say whatever that I want so they think I'm crazy

Look, Top baby, huh, bitch this Top, nigga, yeah

Say whatever that you want, but bitch bet' not play with me

You ain't dumb nigga, huh, shoot you in your head

Look, I been stackin' millions while I'm duckin' from them feds, huh

I been on them pills, fuck what my baby mama said

Nigga, fuck you, it get ugly, every chance, I keep 'em fed

Bitch, I'm thuggin', catch 'em bad, I make my shawty whoop they head

Bitch, I been cuttin' up, you niggas got me fucked up

You niggas old as fuck and cannot do a thing with neither one of us

I show you real, fuck if it's bulletproof, shoot up the tour bus

Better ask a bitch like Dej 'cause I could say that she grew up with us

Look, I love them graves, we tote them Ks, got Glocks with switch, they tear you up

I'm 4KTrey, I bang for Dave, enforcement can't do shit with us

Came inside this game and bitch I fucked it up, I'm a donkey

And I keep it on me, plenty money, bitch, don't speak up on me

I'm a donkey, I need some money, I just spent a million

I'm a donkey, you run up on me, I'll fuckin' kill you

You fuckin' flunky, bitch, I'll hit you with this Glock extension

Can't fuck with JAY-Z, I'm way too ignorant, bitch, I stand on business

Look, my childhood wasn't pretty, my fatherhood too hard

Them hoes took they children Benjis, now gotta find another boy, not YoungBoy

You know you out there bad and fucked up for that

All up in my business, get yo' ass bust up for that

Baow, I got off that shit, now I'm on my shit, bitch, get off my dick, hold on

Baow, baow

Five million to my bitch, when I get off my dick, you pussy niggas don't exist

I got that shit on me, I keep that blick on me (I got it on me)

A million dollars, that ain't shit, I spend it quick, homie (Spend it)

Hold up, I got yo' bitch on me, I'm tryna beat up that monkey

Get in yo' shit, bitch, I'll show you how to act a donkey

Say whatever that I want so they think I'm crazy

Look, Top baby, huh, bitch this Top, nigga, yeah

Say whatever that you want, but bitch bet' not play with me

You ain't dumb nigga, huh, shoot you in your head

Look, I been stackin' millions while I'm duckin' from them feds, huh

I been on them pills, fuck what my baby mama said

Nigga, fuck you, it get ugly, every chance, I keep 'em fed

Bitch, I'm thuggin', catch 'em bad, I make my shawty whoop they head

Bitch, I been cuttin' up, you niggas got me fucked up

You niggas old as fuck and cannot do a thing with neither one of us

I show you real, fuck if it's bulletproof, shoot up the tour bus

Better ask a bitch like Dej 'cause I could say that she grew up with us

Look, I love them graves, we tote them Ks, got Glocks with switch, they tear you up

I'm 4KTrey, I bang for Dave, enforcement can't do shit with us

Came inside this game and bitch I fucked it up, I'm a donkey (Yeah)

And I keep it on me, plenty money, bitch, don't speak up on me

Addict Emotions lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

These Xans won't be my friend

My lean just want me to slump over

I been writin' down my thoughts with no pen

My demeanor, know you hate, I'm a soldier (D-Roc)

Thought I told ya, I'm a gangster, I ain't quittin'

Young nigga, I stand on business

Who the fuck didn't never play with me?

I wanna take him from off of the map

Why am I up and you takin' a nap?

I want that shit, I get you clapped

I want them young niggas spin right back

I want her fresh, so I bought her everything that she wanted

I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)

Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona

On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em

Ooh-ooh, yeah

Can you be the one that I call late at night?

Ooh-ooh, yeah

Gotta be crazy as the fuck if you think you ain't my type

Thought I told ya, I'm a gangster, I ain't quittin'

Young nigga, I stand on business

Who the fuck didn't never play with me?

I wanna take him from off of the map

Why am I up and you takin' a nap?

I want that shit, I get you clapped

I want them young niggas spin right back

I want her fresh, so I bought her everything that she wanted

I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)

Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona

On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em

These Xans won't be my friend (Ooh, yeah)

My lean just want me to slump over

I been writin' down my thoughts with no pen (Ooh, yeah)

My demeanor, know you hate, I'm a soldier

I want her fresh (Ooh), so I bought her everything that she wanted (Yeah)

I want a check for to make sure that I keep this shit in order (Hold up)

Red Eye, Red Eye, Red Eye, Demon, we don't do Daytona

On my land, got plenty rides, let's take you for a ride in one of 'em

All I Want lyrics - NBA YoungBoy & Adrien Broner

[Adrien Broner:]

Ayy

I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back

Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that

I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match

You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back

Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me

Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E

I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance

You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

100 thousand in my Nike box, my bougie bitch she like to shop

I can't pronounce the car I got, you see me when I drop the top

I'm feeling upper echelon, you niggas just a replica

My jewelry is irregular, you niggas need to step it up

Just put three hundred on my wrist, I stay clean 'cause I'm filthy rich

She told you she was celibate, she let me fuck 'cause I'm the shit

I'm the real, you counterfeit, you niggas is so fraudulent

All these diamonds got me lit, they loud, I think they arguing

Yea I got a big gun, chopper got a big drum

The Benz I got like Redd Foxx, I promise it's the big one

I'm really out here in the game, you niggas keep the bench warm

So I can't trust no bitch 'cause

I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back

Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that

I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match

You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back

Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me

Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E

I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance

You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

One in the morning, I'm going hard

Walking 'round with the foreign broads

Living my life like a rockstar

Before it came I could say I saw it

Nigga play games, up with the rod

I'ma fly in the sky like a shooting star

So much money could get me a black card

Steady dranking on Act, ain't no Wockhardt

Posted up, steady watching for cop cars

Twenty-four seven, we going in

Thirty-eight baby a block boy

We gon' trap round the clock from ten to ten

Spend it, it's coming right back again

Float 'round the city with Ben-10

Shootin' dice, me and AB

Shoot a ten then bet the ten

Shootin' dice, me and AB

Shoot a ten then bet the ten

[Adrien Broner:]

I lost a lot of money, I lost friends, but all I want is the money back

Niggas saying they gon' rob me but I ain't worried 'bout none of that

I'm in some all black Off-White, I got the gun to match

You take a shot, I'm at your neck, like Rosa Parks I'm bussin back

Ayy, ayy, I don't really think these niggas know about me

Yeah I see they gas you up but I'll leave you on E

I see you niggas with these chains but y'all diamonds don't dance

You might see me with my ace but I won't show you my hand

All My Shit Is Stupid lyrics - iLoveMakonnen

All my shit is stupid, this shit is fluid

Put them girls on LSD liquid they like, "Ooh shit"

Yeah... Ay... Yeah

Got damn it, what's up?

These little niggas don't

I could go over there and drop the price on a show

I be still selling out from the north to the south

And I be still selling wet from the east to the west

I ain't still no ruckin rookie

Boy I feel like a vet

I had to take a bitch down

Boy I feel like a vet

So I floss and I swerve on em

Toss and, toss and turv on em

Whipping in the kitchen all night don't burn on em

Check that oven check them pots

Check that steel, its what you got

Michael Vick, coming back

Ooh, need a running back

Cuz all my shit is stupid, this shit is fluid

Put them girls on LSD liquid they like "Ooh shit"

Oh shit, he that new shit, everybody do this

I'm out in Beverly Hills, same house that they shot Clueless

Smoking on some new shit, damn how he do that

Baby check my wrist game wor-worked into a new whip

I flow all night, like the mississippi river

I fuck around and do you how they did us

But now I don't play no games

Boy you know my last name

Call me Mr. Sheriff, but you see me out here sharing though

Cuz these niggas too motherfuckin god damn greedy

I spend most my time giving to the needy

Oh he so weedy, he smell like a pimp

I got purple kush and black purple bleary by the pound

Bandit lyrics - Juice WRLD & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Juice WRLD:]

It's funny, the shit I put on this song ain't gonna sound nothin' like the shit we was just doin'

Oh

Yeah

I just want bad bitches

Baddest, them bitches is the baddest

Uh-uh, when I take the Molly I'm a savage

Uh, I say

I don't need no Molly to be savage

Uh, when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)

I'm the definition of a bandit

I don't need no Molly to be savage

Aye but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

Aye my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart

I'm the definition of a bandit

Put the Percs down and picked up the jiggas jiggas jiggass

Tommy and the fuckin' Tommy Hilfiger (figer figer)

That Tommy hit a nigga Tommy Hilfiger fuck nigga

I'm nice when I'm high off the pills I'ma fuck with her

I don't smoke skunk but tonight I'm getting stuck nigga

Pour the codeine up and put some Molly in the cup with it

I know she a freak uh huh, she gon' fuck with it

She my Velcro uh huh, guess I'm stuck with her

I dive in it like a sailor, I love to nail her

Addicted to her paraphernalia I had to tell her

I see it like a fortune teller

Your ex-nigga did good, I could do better

Bad bitch from the woods, I think she a hunter

She a killer and a eater, she a Jeffrey Dahmer

I can tell when she in her feelings, I can read her like a book

No TEC, no Beretta FN on me, am I understood? (Yeah)

I don't need no Molly to be savage

When I'm on that Molly I feel savage

She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)

I'm the definition of a bandit

Aye, I don't need no Molly to be savage

Aye, but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

Aye, my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart

I'm the definition of a bandit

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

My brother point her out and she a bad bitch I'm on her

Must ain't heard that I'm a savage once I get a bitch I own her

I see she got swag I got cash so I want her

See this .45 in my pants put on your ass put you on one

Shorty, she a rider with that glizzy on her (With that glizzy on her)

And shorty, I'ma die there with no semi on me (No semi on me)

If we got a problem we get rid of homie (cash)

Put twenty thousand in your pocket we gon' get the money

I'm the definition of a bandit

Took your heart from out his hands and still ain't saying shit

Some new killers in my circle you done ran with

Like this dirty .38, this bitch'll damage

Popping wheelies 4KTREY caught when you land with it (pop, pop, pop)

I let you drive inside my bros where they been laying with it (skrt)

I work this bitch I open up a can with it

Like fuck the stove I make it jump without my hand in it

[Juice WRLD:]

I don't need no Molly to be savage

When I'm on that Molly I feel savage

She the definition of a bad bitch (Stole her)

I'm the definition of a bandit

Aye, I don't need no Molly to be savage

Aye, but when I'm on that Molly I feel savage

Aye, my girl the definition of a bad bitch, stole her heart

I'm the definition of a bandit

Before The Fame lyrics - Nba Young Boy & Jacquee

(from "Before Anythang" soundtrack)

[NBA YoungBoy (Jacquees):]

I'm like for real, brand new Audemar stainless steel (stainless steel)

House in the hill, I ain't got one yet, but I ran up a mil (I done ran up a mil)

Nigga know I don't steal, but you know for sure that I'm ready to kill (I'm ready to kill)

Ayy, I be traumatized, my cousin died, and I ain't shed a tear (I ain't shed no tear)

Nigga try, he get killed, you play with that money, you know what it is

38 baby, I'm thuggin' for real, straight out the slums, I'm gutter for real

That nigga disloyal, you know I feel, but I'm really chasin' that money for real

Not chasin' no bitch, I been chasin' a mil

My daddy locked up, he just waitin' on appeal

Yeah, I gotta admit, I got demons in my body (in my body)

I'm paranoid, and I feel some people watchin' (some people watchin')

I gotta maintain and stack up that money, you know they can't stop me (know they can't stop me)

I stay with a burner 'cause if it ain't on me, them niggas gon' pop me (gon' pop me)

These bitches ain't shit, and I know these niggas ain't shit neither (whoa)

Got a stick in the car with thirty-six Os in the trunk of the rita (ayy)

Not askin' for shit, not trustin' nobody because I don't need 'em (ayy)

I'm sippin' on lean while Jacquees steady smokin' on reefer

[Jacquees:]

Before the fame, I was a star

Changed our ways, but we ain't changin' who we are

I copped a foreign, remember the stolen cars

I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars

[NBA YoungBoy:]

They have a shootout in a minute

On the phone with my mama while sittin' in prison

Criticizin' myself, steady sayin' I'm trippin'

Got a brand new 'Vette, dropped the top like a Bentley

I perform on stage with cases pending

All over the world, AI been trending

In my Balmain jeans I keep a Glizzy

Got the VVS diamonds in my NBA pendant (skrrt, skrrt)

Hop in the Benz, I step on the gas

Focus on business, you know I ain't playin'

Only the real gon' feel what I'm sayin'

Gotta go chase it and get off my ass

I really don't hang 'cause I like to flash

Fuck all that shit, I'ma get me a bag

Hoes tryna get in Jacquees' pants

I know all they really want is them bands

Hey, I need to stop

Head on collision, I'm 'causin' a wreck

Steady finessin' my way to the top

Hey, can't give up now

I think I'm a wizard, just call me John Wall

I tighten my shoe, and I run with that rock

[Jacquees:]

Fuck the critics, I'ma get it 'cause I want that ('cause I want that)

I won't complain what was on my plate 'cause I was hungry (I was hungry)

I still got love for all the people that left me lonely

Never will I come back, forever I'm on that, yeah

'Cause before the fame, I was a star

Changed our ways, but we ain't changin' who we are

I copped a foreign, remember the stolen cars

I thank God I ain't dead or behind bars

BESTIE/HIT lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

["BESTIE"]

Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)

Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)

No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities

I'm in the V with a blammer with me

Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip

TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)

I know I had them fire hoes mad at me

But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like

She wanna link with her bestie and turn up (Let's go)

Wanna link with her bestie and turn up

Some of 'em got that ass and all of 'em pretty

Got that bag and all saditty

She told me, "Just hit me," I come to her city

I'm tryna go shoppin', I'm bringin' her with me

In my cup, pour that purple, she fuck with the Henny

Party, I'm spinnin' the bottle with bitches

Freaky, I'm fuckin' with all of these women

I'm tweakin', I'm givin' 'em all of them Xannies

She wanna take her a pic' on her iPhone

Can't get in it, I never once hit it

You know how these people be think

We can stay as just friends, they gon' say that we fuck around

At the loft, hit her up 'fore I lay it down

Uber Eat, I'm too high, gotta bring it down

We gon' smoke out the pound, gotta break it down

I wake up and get dressed, then I run it up

And I brought her a bitch, you won't come in here

Don't tell me no when I'm motherfuckin' talkin' to her

Fuck around, I get mad and I bat you up

Took a right from my ex, I'm a vet', had to snatch up

Had to look at the calendar

Twenty Ms and nigga, I think I ain't rich enough

Two Ms in real estate, gotta buy me some more

I be buildin' my listin' up

Late night with the baddest bitches

They all can get it, a hunnid percent if I'm feelin' her

Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Yeah)

Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)

No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities

I'm in the V with a blammer with me

Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip

TT just went and got some brand new hair (Let's go)

I know I had them fire hoes mad at me

But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like

I like 'em nasty, bougie, ratchet (Yeah, nasty)

Bitch better on top

I know she ain't fuckin', I ain't even finna ask her (Nah, nigga, fuck that)

Got me sittin' in the car

All this goddamn ice on, hittin' in the dark

Big pretty-ass whip, don't make no sense

Gotta have somebody hop out to put the bitch in park (Hah, damn)

I can't lie, I be doin' too much

You caught me in the room, you a fuck

Keep it real, don't you lie to me, baby (Keep it real)

But that's only if I'm in the mood

Shit, I feel her legs through the day

I think one of 'em be borin' so I'ma need two

Bitches on me and that stick

Got both hoes lickin' on me and it's lit, goin' Baby like, yeah

Yeah, both of 'em bad, saditty (Bitch)

Shakin' their ass and titties (Go)

No, I'm not needin' a pass for cities (Yeah)

I'm in the V with a blammer with me

Monique got some shit she playin' in the whip

TT just went and got some brand new hair (TT, go, go)

I know I had them fire hoes mad at me (Go)

But you can't turn this bitch up without Baby, I got 'em like (Go, go, go)

["HIT"]

(Okay) Maybach outside, Maybach out—uh (Yeah)

Maybach outside runnin', fuck, uh, uh (Okay)

Maybach outside runnin', uh, yeah

I got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Shut up, I know you don't love me (Let's go)

I'm fuckin' on her and her buddy, yeah (Yeah)

The Maybach outside, uh

I hopped out that bitch, left it runnin' (Yeah, bitch)

Don't make me get in no trouble (With that), yeah

You know when I air this bitch out now

I'm tryna be calm, I promise

It's gettin' too hard to be humble

It's a Phantom outside, I'ma get in that

Send 'em lil' niggas, I send 'em back up in the box in the coroner minivan

Go on 'em like Ja, make 'em spin like a ceilin' fan (Ayy)

Hop out and blow at 'em (Now come on, let's go)

You play with me, bitch, we gon' make CNN

Bet a fuck nigga know better

I got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Huh, they got a problem, they know we can hit (Okay)

They got a problem, I brought me a stick in this bitch

Better how sick that they get

Hit 'em with this and I bet your lil' buddy you miss

I had to turn up my wrist

Watch how I hit, know I had to go flood out my shit (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Got the below in the clip

Double R Maybach, I know that you love how it fit

I got a, uh, in this bitch, I got a, uh, in this bitch

I got the baddest ratchet bitch that's dancin' all on my dick

I got the bag in the trunk, wear makeup like punk, yeah

Brrt, leave 'em slumped, you know I do, don't say I don't

Got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

I got a stick in this bitch

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh (Woo)

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), skully

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit (Hit), huh, hit (Hit), huh

Hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, huh, hit, skully

Blasian lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Them yeah' yeah's over

Mmm, yeah, uh

Slime

Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready

I couldn't get her out my head

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)

Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah

I love that girl to death

She did some shit that I can't let slide

She know when we slide

We be tearin' up your set, no lie

She know that I got that shit

She want to get up with' and hide

She not that I don't tolerate no nigga (Boom, bow)

Hit him with that fire

Young rich nigga with' a whole lotta critics

But I can't be mad with' a lotta bitches (Let's go)

Forty-thousand back in, spent soon as I get it (Oh, yeah, let's go)

Everybody that talk don't know how I'm livin' (They don't know)

I ain't got no bae, I ain't catchin' no feelin's (Yah)

We ain't gotta be together for to make some millions (I know)

She was just my friend and I wind up hittin' it (That's right)

But outta me can't get no commitment (That's right)

Fenti, Gucci, Louis (And Louis)

Gucci, Balmain, Prada (And Prada)

Bitch tryna test her luck (Her what?)

Yeah, she want Balenciaga (Balenciaga)

Dirt bike Supreme goggles (Go)

Sellin' 'round booze bike rider (Huh)

Young nigga totin' that choppa (Hrrrt)

Amiri jeans I'm stylin' (Errrf)

Bought my bitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready

I couldn't get her out my head

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)

Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off codeine)

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah

Three or at times I gave her two

I had five I was gon' take

Yah-yah, what I do to you?

What the fuck is it gon' take?

Percocet's and off that drink

I might learn another language

Took a Xan, now I can't think

And I'm not knowin' where my main one

Bought my ex from the bottom

Shawty tweakin', she don't know what she tryin'

To keep it real, she don't know where she ridin'

Society where them people be dyin'

I'm in the nawf where my life on the line

I'm with' my niggas, everybody got iron

Blasian, no, honey you fine

We not together and she not even tryin'

I made her a slime (Slatt)

Bought my nitch a Birken bag but you cool up on they ass

I told you leave 'cause I wasn't ready

I couldn't get her out my head

The way you fuck me make think that you the one I should be with'

I feel no pain when I be high and I be fresher than a bitch

So I pop Perkys, yeah, yeah (I pop Perkys)

Talkin' 'bout.30's, yeah, yeah (Talkin' 'bout.30's)

Pour that drink up, yeah, yeah

We high off codeine, yeah, yeah (We high off Codeine)

I pop X-y's yeah, yeah

Half a Xanax, yeah, yeah (Half a Xan)

Shawty sassy, yeah, yeah

That's that Blasian, yeah, yeah

BNYX Da Reaper lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(I-I-I-)

(I-I-I-)

(I-I-I'm working on dying)

(BNYX)

Huh

I'm at your motherfuckin' backdoor tryna hit at your throat like these hollows are razors

Fuck all these niggas, I'm ready to kill 'em, I promise, nobody can save 'em

Life of a villain, I'm ready, let's get it, let's do it, I'm comin' to slay 'em

They just be talkin' that shit, but I'm havin' my way in this bitch like a player

Huh-huh, the fuck? Where them niggas is?

Oh, you want my ho? Huh?

Let 'em have that bitch, no surrender

Oh, I'm poppin' that shit, man, I'm poppin' that shit just for no reason, boy

I'm talkin' 'bout I tried to get, I tried to get the boy, I tried to leave the bitch inside the car dead

Look, fuck with them bats, I'm a wolf

But I put on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (Huh)

How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man

I want 'em whacked that's a motherfuckin' fact, and I know that they be on the same

Ridin' Daytona, my youngins, they on 'em, they catch 'em and knock out they brain

Young nigga pushin' up on 'em (Huh)

Young nigga swervin' and bendin' the corner

He got that burner up on him

Soon as you run, he gon' hit at your homie

I'ma pull up in the Hummer (Huh), like I got sponsored, lil bro'nem a king

I got a SVJ, stay the fuck out my way, leave your pussy-ass dead on the scene

I got these hoes at my place tryna paint my face, got the bitch turnt out on bean

I got my right over left, put a bitch on the shelf, I am one of them, man, I'll kill you

I'm takin' her off the shelf and puttin' Ne on the bitch, she gon' do anything that I please

I probably tie up me one, whip the bitch with my gun 'til you fall all the way to your knees

I don't wan' talk

Pussy-ass nigga, I'll kill your whole house, bitch (Huh)

Havin' my way in this bitch, I'm a player

I want Ya have another Kentrell

I want y'all stay the fuck off my trail

I got blocks I can send 'em by later

Bitch say y'all make nothin' go- Wow

Came with a spitter, then hit real clear

Black stripes, on all my nails

Play with me, nigga, you'll die right there

Doin' all that runnin', nigga stand right here

Knife tucked, dummy get cut from ear-ear

Motherfucker comin', nigga, know that I been here

Green rag, red flag, nigga, I'm slime

Shootin' up in that ho house, why you slidin'

Black Sheep, these niggas know 'bout slime

Nigga killed his son, all he did was cry

Pussy-ass, I ain't finna waste my time

I'm at your motherfuckin' backdoor tryna hit at your throat like these hollows are razors

Fuck all these niggas, I'm ready to kill 'em, I promise, nobody can save 'em

Life of a villain, I'm ready, let's get it, let's do it, I'm comin' to slay 'em

They just be talkin' that shit, but I'm havin' my way in this bitch like a player

Look, fuck with them bats, I'm a wolf

But I put on that mask, that boy tryna get banged (Huh)

How I hit a rat, but I fucked on lil' Minnie, then saw I was blocked by her man

I want 'em whacked, that's a motherfuckin' fact, and I know that they be on the same

Top, nigga

This big 4KTrey, AI

How you wanna do it, nigga?

Me and BNYX, we too fly in this bitch

I got a SVJ, stay the fuck out my way, leave your pussy-ass dead on the scene, nigga

Boat lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Tahj Money

Sharko made that

They thought that, they think I'm in love with that shit

Switchin' these clothes and smokin' these joes

Feel like I been coast to coast

Fuck these lames, changed up my game

I'm gonna try another sport

Need another one of my cars, I'm doin' that drivin' sport

Talkin' to Hayley, inspired Bronco

I'm tryna fill the whole closet up with a whole four

Talkin' to T and he do the remain

Know for a fact that I fucked up the game

She know I'm that nigga, she know I'm that man

She know I'm that nigga, don't care 'bout her man

She know I'll never be with her, uh

Three said the bitch friend do cocaine

All I know is she got us a daughter

All that I know, I was ready to spoil her

Jump in that skrrt and then live in the spoiler

Bitch, I came from not havin' water

Now a young nigga wit' me, step like boss

Came from the Nawf and I live like Ross

All these shawties that step in this house

All this money stashed up in this house

All these women I got in this bitch

They just can't wait 'til a nigga crash out

And I'm crashin' the boat, bitch (Skrrt)

Walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the bank (Woah)

When I'm crashin' the boat (Crashin' the boat)

Bitch, I got the wheel and I'm drivin' all the way to the bank

I'm sellin' the boat, bitch, this a Lamborghini and I went and bought me a tank

Jump on the boat, bitch, sail away from all the bullshit and all the lames

They want me to crash, young nigga crash, bitch-ass niggas

I'm about bull, got 'em crashin' out bad

I'ma do another play with a new bag

All camo, dressin' like I'ma task

Whenever I leave, I'm drivin' out fast

Whenever I'm back, like I'm inside of the trap

I'm sayin' these verses real fast

Cookin' this shit, none of this water whip, I done watched my grandma cook gumbo

Ride in the Rolls, I give it the kick and every time it do a high note

I been watchin' everything around me, they ain't catchin' me kick up my note

Dropped in the water and fucked up the face, I'm in this bitch like Guantanamo Bay

But I'm crashin' the boat, bitch (Skrrt)

Walk in that bitch and I'm breakin' the bank (Woah)

When I'm crashin' the boat (Crashin' the boat)

Bitch, I got the wheel and I'm drivin' all the way to the bank

I'm sellin' the boat, bitch, this a Lamborghini and I went and bought me a tank

Jump on the boat, bitch, sail away from all the bullshit and all the lames

They want me to crash, young nigga crash, bitch-ass niggas

I'm about bull, got 'em crashin' out bad

I'ma do another play with a new bag

All camo, dressin' like I'ma task

Whenever I leave, I'm drivin' out fast

Whenever I'm back, like I'm inside of the trap

I'm sayin' these verses real fast

Brain lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

(DJ Swift on the track)

Ayy, like I know who bust that nigga brain

(Dubba-AA flexin')

(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)

I know who bust that nigga brain, they like "For real?"

They say "Them niggas out that gang, they the youngins of the year"

They say "The smallest shit you do can get you killed"

We up in broad day, so you better keep yo' shell, nigga

I'm out that Nawf, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from

Nigga know how we comin', we come retarted when we come

You say you gon' kill me, so when you see me, don't play dumb

That nigga diss me, now that bitch ass nigga slump

B strapped with that forty, it ain't no stuntin', he do dumb

We uppin' in public, ain't stoppin' bussin' 'till you done

You gon' get the same treatment as the lil' boy that you son

Nigga spin in my section, we loadin' up to come and hunt, believe that

This for them 38 Babies who out that Nawf, who lay down law

Who make the homicide detectives drawl the chalk

That's what they 'bout

Them niggas pussy, they don't do nun' but talk

So when we catch you, we gon' stretch you

We gon' close yo' fuckin' mouth

And all us certified, all us been on that wall

Gon' buss a nigga shit and ain't gon' speak on what we saw

We got assault rifles for whoever try to assault

Come raise your voice all you wanna, that choppa gon' talk loud

Up on me, you got me fucked up, bitch, I doubt it

Hollows steady bouncin', might as well say that we ballin'

You know it's from that Nawf back to that Fifth, bitch, it's retarted

Get to pickin' you lil' bitches out just like we havin' scallin'

Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba

I know who bust that nigga brain, they like "For real?"

They say "Them niggas out that gang, they the youngins of the year"

They say "The smallest shit you do can get you killed"

We up in broad day, so you better keep yo' shell, nigga

I'm out that Nawf, I don't give a fuck 'bout where you from

Nigga know how we comin', we come retarted when we come

You say you gon' kill me, so when you see me, don't play dumb

That nigga diss me, now that bitch ass nigga slump

B strapped with that forty, it ain't no stuntin', he do dumb

We uppin' in public, ain't stoppin' bussin' 'till you done

You gon' get the same treatment as the lil' boy that you son

Nigga spin in my section, we loadin' up to come and hunt, believe that

Bring 'Em Out lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Yeah that too

Playboy on this bitch, but he ain't playin' though

Bring 'em out (Out)

For that money, I'ma rush all day (Bring it)

Ain't no trippin', they bring it, I count it up now

I ain't hear nothin' y'all say (Nah)

They don't know I came up from the bottom (Bop)

But they know that these niggas be flodgin' (Flodgin')

She don't fuck with me 'cause of a dollar (Huh)

From the hood, but shorty a model (Let's go)

If I see the lil' bitch, I run down on a bitch, I don't bust it from out of the car

I got bitches roll 6s, on God

Lockin' in like she a lil' boy

Ain't no holdin' nothin' back, I go hard

How I live, I be playin' my cards

On the real, I got bro with the rod

He gon' shoot it the minute he saw it

He gon' take off, I'm pointin' the masi

Get that money and fuck on these hoes

Run it up, and then stick to the code

Double R, that's the life that he chose

I be steppin' in Margiela mode (Step)

I got Louboutin all on my clothes

On these pills, I be tweakin', I'm froze

Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose

Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose

My baby a baby, be screamin' out, "Slatt" (Slatt)

Spend a check and I'm gettin' it back

Real gangster, ride 'round in a Lac'

Hand out money so bro get a pack

Every come Monday , I give her a bag

Every two weeks, she go get her a wax

Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass

Let 'em keep talkin', I been on his ass

I'ma spin on his ass, I'ma blow out his mind

Let off a shot, he want war with the slime

Ride in the front, do the dash, I'm slidin'

Pullin' straight up with your bitch on the side

Pull up, start dumpin', and send 'em a sign

Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin'

Like a soul or show, we gon' send a deposit

Turn up, bad, yeah

I'm the one you talk 'bout with these hoes

I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls

I'm her man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain't wan' go

I'm in a band, yeah, I got drums on bottom of these sticks if you ain't know

I can dig up some gold like LSU

Make a beat wit' the Glock like I'm Saddam

She be talkin' to me like a baby

Had to ask the lil' ho, "Where your mother went?"

Don't wan' fuck her, I lie, been celibate

Play that role until you come relevant

Give a bag I know they gon' step on shit

I play dumb, don't wan' hear what they tellin' me

I'ma gangsta for real, ain't no cappin'

If I tell 'em to kill, they gon' stamp it

I be thuggin' for real, I don't panic

You could play, send a shot at yo' mammy

Findin' money around like some dandruff

I be dancin' like Elvis, go Manson

Helter Skelter, I kill da whole clan and

Say a prayer, then I go back to plannin'

She ain't right tryna trap with a baby

I'ma throw me one back and go brazy

She gon' find out 'bout that and go crazy

Stay down, kept it real, and he made it

They be thinkin' that Baba Jamaican

He gon' go to the max he a madman

I got Molly in me like a beach tan

I put J on my feet with them old bands

I went bought 23 with the old money

I could go pull out some old hunnids

I got a whole lot of new money

I say a word, get you fronted

I say a word, get you knocked off

I take the charge, it's my fault

I send them youngins to spin on yo bin, they knocking you off and yo role dog

And I get the addy or drop where you be at, we gon' blow it and tear the whole house down

And I'm on the block where you barely could be at, it won't take you that long to get shot down

If they deep as a bitch, I'ma spray around

Hit the trap in the north where I'm hardly found

Old heads, they a Vet, they gon' roll around

If they know that they got it, they do it now

I got money

That's it? Man you got me trippin' in this bitch, man

Call On Me lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Come here baby let me show I love you

Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'

Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty

I had lost track of all my money, here babe count it for me

And I be in my feelings when you don't be talking to me

I was recording, Ben said that you was calling for me

When I got done I read your text, you say you waiting on me

When I get there I'ma eat you, fuck you like no other

I'ma kiss you, I'ma rub you and tell you I love you

I be looking in your eyes when we talk to each other

Deep down inside I can see us turning our together

Come here baby let me show I love you

Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'

Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty

You don't fuck with me how you say you do

You know I fuck with you

How far you'll go for me?

Above and beyond

She say, I don't wanna share nothin' that's mine, I can't waste my time

Look me in my eyes and tell me no lies

You need me on the road, I'm on my way now

Babe it's 3 O' clock I'll be there at 5, just save me a spot

You turn up with your gang, that's somethin' I can't stop

Just give me respect, don't act like I ain't there

You know that ain't fair

Fuck them hoes, they can't touch but they can stare

Ain't no secret boy, tell 'em I'm your girl and you know that's real

I'll admit I want you to be mine

Told that girl that I think about her all the time

She say if you really love me you wouldn't lie

You would never let me leave from off your side

She said I promise to stay down and I'm gon' ride

When I call for you, promise you gon' make time

Hold me down and together we gon' ride

Truthfully maybe one day me and you gon' tie the knot

Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy

Come here baby let me show I love you

Fuck them hoes and the fame, girl you know I'm thuggin'

Fuck what they saying, I'm your man and you know I'm for you

Ayy, ayy, yeah, yeah, ayy, call on me

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Baby we don't need a ring for to prove my loyalty

Shawty if you need a thing you can call on me

I'll never ask for anything but to be there for me

You ever call out of range I'ma be there for you

Shawty I don't need no ring for to prove my loyalty

Catch Him lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Look, look, this a dipper

Hold up, hold up, this Top baby

Hold up, we be spinner's, whole 4KTrey

(Playboy on this bitch but he ain't playing though)

Gangster shit, gangster shit, don't come 'round you ain't gangster bitch

Catch a opp, we gon' paint the bitch, swervin' back to back, SRT

Put that pussy on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)

Leave that pussy in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd

I need that shit that make me pop, I need that shit that make me wop

I need that shit that make me get straight out my top (Yeah)

I'm in this bitch, she cut up, wop, don't make no sense before the bop

It's Bella Noche's for the night, I told her hold her head

If you come through once you get done, I beat that pussy up (Oh, oh)

Ain't fuckin' with your ass tonight if you been drinkin' girl (Oh, oh)

I keep that blick onside my waist and I tote knives in jail

Got music playin' and I got all these hoes up in here (Bop, bop bop)

I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

Plenty money in this bitch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God (Oh, oh, oh)

And we gon' — Baow (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

We gon' jig all night, we gon' party all night (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

Gon' get loaded all night, gon' be drinkin' all night

Look, she wan' pop that pussy for me, she want me to eat her coochie

She want ride up in my Lambo, she don't want to have to roof in it

Pussy ass nigga, all that lookin' like I just won't shoot it

Huh, huh, huh, huh pussy boy, baow, baow

Thirty stick, I'm totin' it in the crowd, that my youngin' goin' dumb

Pistol P make you twitch, BabyJoe make sure you done

All these guns 'round this bitch, all I know is redrum

All this money around this bitch, I just know to buy me somethin'

We'll shoot that stick at you and your clique

Nigga, motherfuck 'bout where you from

Nigga, I'm with 6 and I'm out that North, you know exactly how I come

Bullets flyin' back to back, bang bang, knock you somethin'

Make sure you hit 'em in his hat, baow baow, that's a dome

Gangster shit, gangster shit, don't come 'round you ain't gangster bitch

Catch a opp, we gon' paint the bitch, swervin' back to back, SRT

Put that pussy on a tee (Baow, baow, baow baow)

Leave that pussy in the street, standin' 'round 'em be a crowd

I got shorty bouncin' ass for YoungBoy (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

I got shorty throwin' that ass on my squad (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

Plenty money in this bitch, I got the rod (Bomp, bomp, bomp, bomp)

He think he him, then we gon' send his ass to God

Change lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Dmac on the fuckin' track

Goddamn, BJ with another one (Ayy, ayy, YoungBoy)

(Pain only, oh, oh)

(Pain only, oh, oh, oh) Uh

(Pain, oh, oh) It's YoungBoy

Get yourself together, come on

You was lovin' them, I was lovin' you

I'm in love with you but can't be with you

What the fuck I'm 'posed to do? (What?)

Treat me like a lame, I don't play games like I don't notice you (Like I don't notice)

What the fuck is it I'm missin' that he givin' that I don't show you? (That I ain't show)

I done sat up in the prison all night, wishin' that I'm holdin' you

Tryna make my money, bring me close to you, I'm feelin' sorry

Love ain't borrowed, it ain't bought, it won't be taken back tomorrow (Taken back tomorrow)

Feel this shameless fuckin' game left him stretched out 'bout his boy

Body left inside the car, they started arguin' 'bout that boy

Feel like I'm losin' my sane (Oh)

Pain only thing make change

Before anything, I'm a man (A man)

You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change

I gotta eat too (Eat), I'm in the streets, too

Caught up in some beef, too, I tucked it, I leave you (Brrt)

Pussy nigga, I could reach you (I could reach you)

Teach your bitch a lesson for to teach you (Teach you)

Exotic cars, glass house but this bitch bulletproof

That's how you gotta ride around when they wan' get at you (At you)

Shoot at the whip, jump out this bitch, and go to spin at you

Everybody that's in gon' hit at you, headshot to finish you

Self defense, still throw the tool (Baow, baow, go)

Pain only thing make change

On the other hand, thuggin', tryna keep my sane

God, there's a reason I'm clutching', they wan' bust my brain (Mm)

No, I can't trust her all 'cause she converse about feelin' my man

Dirty game

Feel like I'm losin' my sane

Pain only thing make change

Before anything, I'm a man

You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change

I thought you loved a nigga for a nigga

I come to you, won't be neglected

She might wan' sex me, don't ask your bestie, she don't want you or the man

Seen a nigga, he looked like a dyke until they told me what his name

Your face and neck, you got my name

Won't give a fuck 'bout if you change

Tryna make a dollar while I watch my partner

They wan' see me lose my dignity

Money don't bring class, I'm breaded bad, they cannot get to me

Half a ticket to this bitch, still, she is not shit to me

Bullets tearin' through the car, they plan on bendin' me

Epitome from poverty, I'm stuck in this economy

I put money in they pockets although they still plan on robbin' me

Knowin' I gotta watch 'em, I don't like 'em for to ride with me

Know that I'm a Dada, might still pay 'em for to slide for me

Roller coaster, get on top of me, fuck me good, see my face, lick the Nene

Or kiss the diamond, I close my eyes and vision so much that I see

Could barely sleep, I barely eat, I roll that dope up in the mornin'

Crack of dawn, and catch him comin' out his house, we crack his dome in

Head off

Drive right, flyin' past, we see police

Bro, take that pin from out your gun

Don't be scared, nah

We get caught, we gon' beat this shit

Might be two years before we done

Get the drop, we blitz they shit

We fight, we whoopin' shit, it ain't never one on one (It ain't never one on one)

That's my lil' brother, I know he thuggin'

It's gon' go down, he had me come

Feel like I'm losin' my sane

Pain only thing make change

Before anything, I'm a man

You a woman, then for that nigga, don't change

Chosen One lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again (feat. Kodak Black)

[Kodak Black (YoungBoy Never Broke Again):]

Project Baby

NFL, never forget loyalty

And I'm never going broke again

(Woah, yeah)

(Oh)

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]

Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can't change

Through the betrayal and the rain I stayed the same

I promise you that I'ma leave how I came

Gotta stop playin', now it's time to be a man

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one, yeah

The chosen one, yeah

I'm a champion

I'm the chosen one, yeah

I'm a champion

Late at night no I can't sleep, I'm like oh

I got demons in my dreams, man I know

I just drop down to my knees, to the floor

I start praying to my God to make 'em go

I was young when grandmama died nigga

Take a look up in my eyes nigga

I'll never be disguised nigga

Say you know me, tell me how do you figure?

Working hard, now my name getting bigger

Comin' up I grew up 'round killing

Swear that I'm traumatized nigga

My hopes to the ceiling

Hurt and I need some healing

Gotta do better for my children

I can't give up on my mission

Through all this heartbreak and this pain I can't change

Through the betrayal and the rain I stay the same

I promise you that I'ma leave how I came

Gotta stop playin', now it's time to be a man

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm a champion

It ain't a thing I can't handle, I'm the chosen one, yeah

The chosen one, yeah

I'm a champion

I'm the chosen one, yeah

I'm a champion

[Kodak Black:]

Don't let nobody tell you different, you the greatest

Project baby and I'm a baby with a baby

And mama I been goin' back crazy again

I'm going back crazy

Dancing with the devil, fighting demons

My lady hate the way that I be sleeping

Show the world it took so long for me to see, didn't we

I remember when I didn't even believe in me

I be going hard never exaggerate

I be going hard nigga

I be going hard never over exaggerate

Yeah the real ones stay here, the fake evaporate

Draco baby, K banana clip, gon' chop an eight

But I love them shell catchers keep a thirty-eight

Ninety baby catching burglaries or a murder case

Free Lil Turk, he caught thirty

I done grew up way too quick, too early

Thirty on me, Stephen Curry, use my jersey

I'm a warrior, that be my jersey

Free G Pharaoh, damn they did you dirty

NBA winning, balling like I'm Stephen Curry

Blue hundreds like a peacock, I got them birdies

Closed Case lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Look, I heard these broke boys all hungry and ain't eaten, nigga

I heard these rap niggas hatin' on me and want beef, nigga

The FBI had took me down, they ain't wan' free me

Say I'm the reason who behind the killin' season

Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down

Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down

Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?

High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long

I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate

I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?

4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place (Grr)

Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today

Claimin' that he know me, but I know where this pussy stay

Come out late (Uh), closed case, bitch

Youngin with that switch, he let off rounds, ain't got no feelings

Blicky jammed, blicky jammed, oh shit, oh shit

Shorty say that she just can't leave me 'lone, wit' her fat ass

Need a secret lair inside my home 'cause I'm Batman

And know I can keep chains, bustdown hang on my pants

Body hitter, Patek no buss down, you knock off that man

Who walk in that bitch on money shit? like Rue SanTan

Who they know stay on that dummy shit? Like a madman

Bitch, I built a jail out like I'm Pablo, just 'cause I can

Bitch, they know Ben 10 young Gustavo, that's my right hand

Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down

Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down

Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?

High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long

I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate

I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?

4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place

Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today

Diamond rings, RM, and diamond chains put on top my wife

Makin' sure this shit ain't never goin' wrong, 'cause my life ain't right

Down bad, I'ma take your stripes, buy a Cat and erase the stripes

Burn 'em all, know the bitch ain't right, knock 'em off, I fuckin' might

Slang the steel, better shoot to kill, fuck up, that's your last night

Bop-bop, get your mans right, two hands and I stand tight

Doin' some dumb ass shit, gettin' on this bitch about that fuckin' hype

I support this bitch, smoke nothin' but spliff, just like a fuckin hype

I don't put up with shit, switch out you quick, you want that? Do it right

I ain't that type of man, soon somethin' go down it gotta go wrong

Law won't find out shit, accept this hit and you go do it right

I'ma accept half of this bag, I got stolos and supply chrome

Helicopter on top me, I get gone, I'm not slowin' down

Left his partner, ain't try to pick him up, he got gunned down

Pussy niggas be dissin', gon' get bust, what the fuck wrong?

High as hell and I'm stayin' fresh as fuck 'cause my money long

I got a direction with this shit, I want real estate

I say better not test me in this bitch, what them killers say?

4KTrey, ain't nobody safe, spray inside this place

Shoot the K, up your shit too late, gon' fuckin' die today

death enclaimed lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

Ready to start shit?

OneHunnid on the beat

DY Krazy

God come and take me out this side all wrong

I don't wanna live here no more

I don't move around then they gone kill me in my home

The ones you known to be around not on my side

I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I lie?

Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried

I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised

Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't ever hiding

I'm in that Bentley, me and my youngest son

He too young to understand but we still having our one on one

Ecclesiastes, I told him everything done under the sun

They'll kill you when you speak the truth

Thug you when you play it dumb

I die today then I'ma leave my son within my Rolls (Shit)

Somewhere in the will he's in a big home (Yeah)

Since I been a child they knew what I'm on (I'm on)

Know you see niggas dying on your iPhone

Hurting you when I smile, oh

I might stall but I never lie, no

I see, they don't deserve me, truthful I speak

They won't murk me

Tell me, tell me

Somebody can you please tell me?

Why the fuck I feel like I'm the only speaking up, and that's on my own

Before I bow down to these niggas, I'll have my funeral in their town (Yeah)

God come and take me out this side all wrong

I don't wanna live here no more

I don't move around then they gone kill me in my home

The ones you known to be around not on my side

I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I lie?

Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried

I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised

Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga ain't ever hiding

I'm swervin' and it's early

Got a burden on my heart and it's a burden on my mind

Suicide for playing no movies I done seen plenty times

Tired of fucking 'round with groupies

4 lil' boys and 2 lil' girls and they mine

Life misplacement, blood shooting out

Now that's some shit for my eyes

Shawty dying, Glocks on my mind

I'm being framed right now

Whoever did it admit it if they get it

I done carried on with my life

Seeing Pat wasn't right but still now, what the fuck I'ma do 'bout a wife

Ya left her ring through the night

My heart wouldn't act right

Trying to explain so she can leave

Fucking with these bitches tryna run you far from me

'Cause if something was to happen to you I wouldn't even wanna breathe

God come and take me out this side all wrong

I don't wanna live here no more

I don't move around then they gone kill me in my home

The ones you known to be around not on my side

I don't fuck with niggas, never did, why would I lie?

Big dawg who? You got me fucked up, that nigga know he tried

I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised

Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga ain't ever hiding

Ain't never hiding, fuck

And they know what it is

I ain't ever hiding, 4K Trey

It's the truth, this ain't no rap

Fuck a nigga

Demon Party lyrics - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I-I can care less

'Cause they don't know me

I-I'm livin' my life, like

It has nothin' to do with them, or, I'm not botherin' anyone

I will (Turn me up DeSean)

I got a song to tell right now, um

I was just thinkin' back on, from my, on my side of town

It really like, and it went a little somethin' like this

Steady gettin' high, I can't sleep, ooh, what I

'Cause the demons party all night long

Get it? Hahaha, haha ('Cause the demons party all night long)

I got some drugs, I ain't takin' no break

How many sticks in this bitch? It's 'bout eight

How many bitches I wanna hit? Eight

Can't see my eyes behind Cartier frames

Bitch, I'm a boss, I ain't throwin' no shade

Bitch, I'm bussed down from my watch to my chain

Made from a jail cell, countin' my property

Hard body, concrete, slang with them K's

Flash out with these whips, make that bitch do a maze

Bitch, I'm a pimp, I got too many rings

I can't remember her, too many names

Just like the watch, I be switchin' the face

I want a yacht, sell that Bentley today

Fuck it, them crackers tryna get me for days

Go tell my label to pick up my budget

My stylist brought me too many damn things

Make another thirty million up inside of an eight month span

Not my brother runnin' with them niggas sayin' he don't fuck with me, damn

For to hide all these bitches, might as well go and buy more land

I'll hit a nigga ass with the Drac' with his baby in his hands, with his baby in his hands

I'ma die cryin', killed by these millions, don't play with these bands, nigga, don't play with these bands

Buy designer everything, got these hoes by the piece, tell 'em my piece fallin' off

All these scary-ass niggas facin' me, now they tryna see if they come over

Oh, I

'Cause the demons party all night long

'Cause the demons party all night long

'Cause the demons party all night long

Slide with the stick when they come bustin' every night

Playin' with my name, I'ma put you on a obituary

Broke-ass nigga, ol' scary-ass nigga head

I done got the bitch waitin', boss 'em up, cut them

Sprayin' on a nigga, we don't give a boy no life

Shawty watch it dry, hope the bitch don't go tellin'

I was dead broke, cut some grass when my momma tell me

NBA YoungBoy other songs:

 

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