NBA YoungBoy – I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics
Artist: NBA YoungBoy
Song: I Hate YoungBoy
Say, Ten
Let’s hear this sh#t, bruh (Huh, huh)
[?] (Lil Top)
I don’t give a f#ck, man, look (n#gg#, yeah)
YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’
Tell them n#gg#s, “f#ck ’em,” man, they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ sh#t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin, huh?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that they gon’ f#ck with ’em
Playin’ up on I-O, then I let that chop blow
And my brother let that stick blow, n#gg# know that’s my smoke
He got me a b#tch, that’s India, that be your hoe
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Tossed the body, b#tch, 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#ss# b#tch, you shoulda known
My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, f#ck them n#gg#s”
Used to f#ck with Gucci ’til I seen he like them p#ss# n#gg#s
Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid make me bust a n#gg#
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#gg#s
Feds wanna lock a n#gg# up ’cause he talk [?]
b#tch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your n#gg#
Every n#gg# did a feature with, just slide, I’m out to get ’em
Set ’em up then point a n#gg#, 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#ss#, “Cross the line”
And f#ck ’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#ckin’ 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#ss# n#gg# dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
n#gg#, 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#ck ’bout this rap sh#t, I’ll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds, f#ck that n#gg#, he a b#tch too
Tell him sittin’ on side your cousin momma while that b#tch grieve too
And that lil’ b#tch, he say, “4L,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime”
Tell ’em, “Kill YoungBoy,” all of y’all gon’ fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills just for the slime
Stop him in his f#ckin’ face, I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meech right off the line, n#gg#s know I’m big slime
We ain’t lose no drop, n#gg#, them boys know I’m ’bout mine
Don’t know nothin’ but slang, and we’re [?] no more
I just wanna make the b#tch go, he waitin’ from the go (Ha-ha)
You know why I stay, don’t let me [?] home (f#ck you)
You don’t let me see my daughter from the town I’m on (b#tch, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that’s the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don’t even like me, b#tch don’t call my phone
Tell Apple I said, “f#ck ’em,” they promote his song (Say, ten)
They be hatin’ on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (f#ck you)
YouTube streamers, they be big, right, don’t react no more
You f#ck with them, don’t f#ck 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
Hold on, I ain’t even, I ain’t even rappin’, Jason
I’m really just, Im really just lettin’ these n#gg#s know it’s, “f#ck them”
Every day these b#tch-ass n#gg#s act like they scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die
I don’t f#ck 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#ck the whole industry, they knowin’ I’m tryna get at him
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Release Year: 2021