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NBA YoungBoy - Bring The Hook (Lyrics)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aaron Hill
Aaron Hill
Songwriter
Daniel Lebrun
Daniel Lebrun
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Lukas Payne
Lukas Payne
Songwriter
Mandell Strawter
Mandell Strawter
Songwriter
Jason Michael Goldberg
Jason Michael Goldberg
Songwriter
Sterling Van Reynolds
Sterling Van Reynolds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Karltin Bankz
Karltin Bankz
Producer
LondnBlue
LondnBlue
Producer
Lastwordbeats
Lastwordbeats
Producer
Droc
Droc
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Any last words? It's a murder business Yeah (D-Roc) This gun was bought just for to kill - What you on, Four? You already know how we get down We be them mother- gravediggers Pallbearers bring your body to the grave We leave him slayed - It ain't a open casket, we left his mother- brain missin' Hold on, diamond chains, we leave a stain Shawty just wan' give me brain Slidin' in that fast thing, - know I blew the brains Shawty tryna sell me things, know I want the whole thing Know my brother sell that boy, if not - it's pure - Know wе distributors Them hollows, you can smell it through the city, wе pollutin' Don't aim it, you just shoot it Like Chief Sosa say, "Better get your ass up outta here, Juwanna Mann" Text him through the night and through the day That be my - man Bro'nem swing that, left out stains He in Miami and he hidin' from this murder gang The feds know my name, they tryna lock me up in chains The homicide detectives say Kentrell to - blame We leave out teddy bears right there where he bleed at She sent the text, ain't read that I been in here with Jaz, count that bag, - believe that That Jag' matte black, bet soon as you see it, better run from that We aimin' with them straps to leave you clapped right where we see you at Hold on, swing that cutta, hold on, know it got a kick back Youngin' weighed a hunnid pounds, know he can't control that Run up on me, it's gon' go down, you know that I'ma blow that Utah with a lot of pounds, with me where your - at - it, bring the hook Kill that -, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked I see souls, I'm with my kids Get them - bodies outta here I got locked inside the penn', but now I'm out - this the DaDa year Spotted, then we followed him Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph When he see that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene Lil Dee, that's my cousin, man Know that he don't give no -, he aimin' for the head, man - this that Squid Game, O'Block pack get rolled up Murder what they told us, Atlanta boy get fold up - get your - up, these - throwin' up green flags Throwin' that NBA up, for me, set you up to bust your - And know I keep that murder bag Right on him, leave a toe tag Inside the freezer, where them people put 'em 'fore they stitch - No glitchin', better not freeze up before a - blitz his - Brra-baow-baow, flip his - (haha) Northside, - know that's my side Utah, come here -, get hogtied, another died Oh Lord, man this - crazy, he do not respect them boys He don't give a -, he check up off the list, they squad He pray to the Devil, then that - pray to God Say he got on face paint and his - paid for it Say my name, get slayed for it I ain't playin' with your - You know I'm comin' anywhere Like, Why - you say that -? You know I'm dyin' anywhere, I bet they say I blew my pistol I bet they say I took one with me Lil AI TOP, I'm too official You should not play with gravediggers You know them pallbearers ship 'em You know I pull off plenty killings You know that we keep plenty pistols - it, bring the hook Kill that -, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked I see souls, I'm with my kids Get them - bodies outta here I got locked inside the penn', but now I'm out - this the DaDa year Spotted, then we followed him Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph When he see that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene Lil Dee, that's my cousin, man Know that he don't give no -, he aimin' for the head, man Mortician coat on, I'm doing surgeries on his body It been so long, they been sayin' they gon' pop my noggin Run up on me then I cock it In front the crowd then I pop it Know I want smoke with anybody, no the label cannot stop it Northside with a sawed-off shotty - you don't want these problems Must don't want your - life You steady talking like you 'bout it I'm with these demons day and night And you know that be my closest partner Don't trust YoungBoy 'cause he ain't right You joke and he gon' kill you 'bout it Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sighted - stop that - talkin', split that boy while on a bike Or catch him while he - walkin' Live this - that's why I talk it I'm fly, you know that I'ma hawk 'em Make them people outline chalk 'em - it, bring the hook Kill that -, think he saw a gremlin how his body shook With that stick, that be my fishin' pole, another opp got hooked I see souls, I'm with my kids Get them - bodies outta here I got locked inside the penn', but now I'm out - this the DaDa year Spotted, then we followed him Call that boy a dead man, name that boy Rudolph When he see that red beam, headshot, that's a skully scene Lil Dee, that's my cousin, man Know that he don't give no -, he aimin' for the head, man You already know though You already know - Lil Dee, that be my - That - skully -, that - skully I'm high as a - He gon' pop your noggin
Writer(s): Mandell David Strawter, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Aaron Hill, Sterling Van Reynolds, Lukas Patrick Payne, Jason Michael Goldberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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