Lyrics

I don't give a fuck who out here doing this shit man, yeah You know, nigga know what the fuck this is, man NBA man gang, ya heard me? I go by Young Boy, I'm the hottest younging, ya heard me? Fuck what a nigga talking, believe that (yeah) Everybody under disguise, man, they scheming These hoes will set you up, tell you they love you they don't mean it Full of syrup, bitch I'm leaning Smoking dope with the demon Send my younging at your little nigga give me a reason I heard a nigga say they turned me up, get off a nigga dick Don't like the fact that now I'm blowing up, nigga get on your shit I got turned on next Montana ain't nobody give me shit (no) Bitch I bought my own car, started my own dealership Cruising in Florida with my burner nigga faded To tell the truth, I don't why these niggas hating I stay with the .38, I won't let nobody take me And I know these niggas plotting, so I don't smile up in they faces Yeah, no, I ain't crazy, so bitch don't try to play me I'm a 38 baby, go against me I'm a slam 'em (slam 'em) Out the notch, know not to spare 'em (spare) Go with his move, bitch I dare 'em (dare 'em) Yeah, go with his move, bitch I dare 'em And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (I don't go nowhere) This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me) These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em) I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it (bitch I stand on it, gang) And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (nowhere without that iron on me) This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me) These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em) I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it For so long I've been slept on, got to make them believe me Just bought a Glock-up out the north, so that's them shots off the 3's Got the law up on my ass, demons up in my dreams Andy Gaulden was my uncle, robbing shit in my genes Nigga I'll prove it while you assuming I'm up in Houston, brand nee rod for my younging for whoever wanna do me With this beef shit, I don't stop like you red bitch I'm producing 33 let me hold the Glock, I'm just waiting for the Uzi pussy (gang, gang) I'm strapped in the booth right now But that's how the game go, they gon' talk You know, I ain't do nothing but turn up, niggas gon' hate Bitch ass nigga get your money up gang You heard me? I run my city, NBA, never broke again Yeah, 2016 shit nigga, NBA Live Bitch I stand on the gang Ayy-ayy, Youngboy Catch up... Ayy-ayy
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Torie Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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