NBA Youngboy – Back On My Feet Lyrics

Lyrics Back On My Feet – NBA Youngboy

Drum Dummie made the beat and I’m gon’ kill it
Ha, XO
That-that, that-that, that’s YoungBoy right there with that s**t
Yeah, yeah
Look

I’m a hustler, ‘fore I’m broke, I’ma make a way
I told ’em things different from up in ’16, that was back up in the day
Now you already know any way this s**t go, shootin’ out on the interstate
Tryna swerve ’em off the road, talkin’ Grrah, p**sy n**ga, Grrah, ’til the metal break
Why they soldier hate, They gon’ make me wanna come and pluck ’em down, wanna give my fast shake
Head out of town, she a machine, make it back, couldn’t do her hair late
You know 10 That’s my lil’ bro, had to tell ’em stay up from under that ho
You know that that b**ch know dirt on my ho and my ho know dirt on that nasty ho

They got another chick that be with ’em, had a baby ‘fore a opp, I like it on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done, I’ll spit on ’em both
I got all the killers and real n**gas and trill b**ches with me, you know
These rap n**gas know that I’m dangerous
And I know most some of them n**gas h*es
I know ya heard how they block my songs and them people tried to send me up the road
Could’ve sworn this ho was gettin’ f**ked when I call her phone
I know that she dogged me to her friends but lowkey still don’t leave me ‘lone
My girl probably wouldn’t even let the b**ch inside our home

All y’all see, I’ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can’t sleep
I won’t beat until she bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don’t need you to pray for me
Rap n**gas over and I said they all gettin’ slumped over
Last man stand pain ’til it’s over, ’cause I’m a soldier
I won’t think twice to kill yo a*s ’cause I don’t know ya
Gotta run this s**t, can’t stop, I think it’s turnin’ over

Gotta stop this s**t from turnin’ over, I keep my clique from sellin’ yola
Gotta keep my dog from out that mud before I found him sleep, slumped over
Gotta UberEat my b**ch and cater from house arrest, I’m bossanova
Wan’ protect and he the reason I’m bodyin’ ’cause b**ch, I know ya
You a messy gossipin’ a*s b**ch and you might f**k me over
B**ch, I flex that guap, I got lots of it, I turn that n**ga ho up

Think they know us, gotta show us, f**k that s**t, we shoot your show up
Aim like Jonesy, feel like Rod
Tell ’em keep cross phones, better keep your rod
I hear they all gon’ run the corner, couldn’t get it on inside the yard
You think we mess to f**k around, and .. ski’d up for that boy
Run up on me, you think we sweet, and we gon’ send yo a*s to God
RAF and Revenge the YoungBoy

All y’all see, I’ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can’t sleep
I won’t beat until she bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don’t need you to pray for me
Rap n**gas over and I said they all gettin’ slumped over
Last man stand pain ’til it’s over, ’cause I’m a soldier
I won’t think twice to kill yo a*s ’cause I don’t know ya
Gotta run this s**t, can’t stop, I think it’s turnin’ over…

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