Top Songs By YBN Nahmir
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YBN Nahmir
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brandon Bell
Songwriter
Nicholas Simmons
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Adam "Yukon" Harr
Mastering Engineer
Donut
Producer
Lyrics
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Already made it
Couple **** turned their back
I'm just glad they faded
Nizzy ran it up
Bitch, he finally made it
Platinum without a label, ****
I'm the greatest
These **** hatin', I don't give a fuck
Now all these bands give me paper cuts
Hunnid bands, gotta run your bag up
Mini-Me's, gotta get the sack up
**** know what they need chase bands
How you hate, then you wanna shake hands
Fake punks, leave you in a big jam
They slide down in the black van (Clown)
Yeah, the block, we still own that
We really withstand and we tote on our MAGs
And then glide
Got kickback
I need my protection, I keep me a weapon
It's hot, you know that (Bitch)
Apply all the pressure, that keep me A level
You **** won't stand it, 'cause you know that I'm clever
I'm smooth like a feather, I'm killin' me never
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Bitch, I'm spendin' on blocks (Still here)
I'm still with the mob, money tall
This go straight to the top
**** mad, at the top they is not
I'm speakin' the facts
You playin' them games while I'm chasin' the sacks
Try to take mine, you get left on you ass
You talk money, but you don't got no bag
I'm gettin' the cash, so you know I'ma brag
You go to Wendy's, get a Four For Four
I'm the same, ****, still number four
Still bustin' out with them four-fours
Still the same **** at your front door
Your lil ****, he can get wacked
Got that Glock, trade in the TEC
It be time to hit it in his neck
Then I skrrt off in that 'Vette
Yeah, the block, we still own that
We really withstand and we tote on our MAGs
Got kickback
I need my protection, I keep me a weapon
It's hot, you know that (Bitch)
Apply all the pressure, that keep me A level
You **** won't stand it, 'cause you know that I'm clever
I'm smooth like a feather, I'm killin' me never
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Two four, bitch, I feel like Kobe
Written by: Brandon Bell, Nicholas Simmons