Lyrics I Hate YoungBoy – NBA YoungBoy
YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them
Tell them n**gas, f**k ’em, man, they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ s**t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon’ f**k with ’em
Playin’ up on I-O, then I let that chop blow
And my brother let that stick blow, n**ga know that’s my smoke
He got me a b**ch, that’s India, that be your h*e
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Tossed the body, b**ch, I got like thirty million, my mind gone
And I’m gon’ be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I’m bumpin’ Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why you drop that whack-ass song p**sy b**ch, you shoulda known
My daddy tell me, Leave it ‘lone, but I’m like, Man, f**k them n**gas
Used to f**k with Gucci ’til I seen he like them p**sy n**gas
Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid make me bust a n**ga
They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official
If I kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don’t like you n**gas
Feds wanna lock a n**ga up ’cause he talk ..
B**ch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your n**ga
Every n**ga did a feature with, just slide, I’m out to get ’em
Set ’em up then point a n**ga, feel gold, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you got aimed at like your dome, though
Baby with me, 4PF, four poles, five irons
Want me for the Dot, tell that p**sy, cross the line
And f**k ’em, man, tell ’em, Free .., that’s my evil twin
Got him bouncin’ on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in
I be turned up with my baby mommas, I don’t got no f**kin’ friends
He got Rolls, my boy .., hey got Maybach and Range Rover
He got Bentley GT, red eyes, black coating
Slidin’ in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
P**sy n**ga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
N**ga, I’m a real blood, and I’m screamin’ Blatt
I get free, they know where I’m at, I’m posted cross their street
Still don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
Brought the jet, you know I’m flyin’ off, Atlanta, I’m smokin’ thrax
Where you at, your security, they get bussed at too
I don’t give no f**k ’bout this rap s**t, I’ll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds, f**k that n**ga, he a b**ch too
Tell him sittin’ on side your cousin momma while that b**ch grieve too
And that lil’ b**ch, he say, 4L, huh, I say, Heads or tails, slime
Tell ’em, Kill YoungBoy, all of y’all gon’ f**kin’ fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills just for the slime
Stop him in his f**kin’ face, I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meech right off the line, n**gas know I’m big slime
We ain’t lose no drop, n**ga, them boys know I’m ’bout mine
Don’t know nothin’ but slang, and we’re .. no more
I just wanna make the b**ch go, he waitin’ from the go
You know why I stay, don’t let me .. home
You don’t let me see my daughter from the town I’m on
Hear that blicky sound, that’s the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don’t even like me, b**ch don’t call my phone
Tell Apple I said, f**k ’em, they promote his song
They be hatin’ on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong
YouTube streamers, they be big, right, don’t react no more
You f**k with them, don’t f**k with me and that’s just how that go
When I release, this pill drop, that be pure dope
Chinese kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks
Momma told .. to take my Ritalin and I said, No
Sarah Snyder always think I’m trippin’ ’cause I’m real slow
Huh, I ain’t even, I ain’t even rappin’, Jason
I’m really just, Im really just lettin’ these n**gas know it’s, f**k them
Every day these b**ch-ass n**gas act like they scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die
I don’t f**k with CC, but my oldest brother Crip
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him
I be on repeat, waitin’ on them just for the check
F**k the whole industry, they knowin’ I’m tryna get at him
Ah, yea, it’s 4KTrey, Nawfside, deadass, n**ga, free DDawg
We put guns to the face, b**ch-ass n**ga, how you wanna do it
You already know what I say, n**ga, we gon’ die today
B**ch-ass n**ga, we put guns to the face, ya heard me
Them b**ch-ass, man, look at these b**ch-ass n**gas, they be like
We don’t like YoungBoy
I guarantee you cannot say not one thing YoungBoy did to these h*e-ass n**ga
These b**ch-ass n**gas be hatin’, you hear me, I ain’t trippin’ these f**k-ass n**gas
These f**k-ass n**gas gon’ catch it, you hear me They gon’ catch it
These gon’ catch everything a n**ga throw at them, believe that
You hear me This slime s**t, you hear me Big 5, you hear me
We gon’ bang for life, n**ga, how you wanna do it for Yeah
And I don’t f**k with you n**gas, believe that
YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them
Tell them n**gas, f**k ’em, man, they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ s**t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon’ f**k with ’em…
