Nba Young Boy I Hate Young Boy Lyrics

Nba Young Boy I Hate Young Boy Lyrics

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Say, 10

Let’s hear this shit, Rell (Hah, hah)

Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)

I don’t give a fuck, man, look (Nigga, yeah)




“YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them”

Tell them niggas, “Fuck ’em,” and they know that I ain’t scared of them

How you talkin’ shit when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?

Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon’ fuck wit’ him

Clean up on aisle O, youngin’ let that chop blow

Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, nigga know that’s my smoke

He called me a bitch, that’s India, that be your ho

Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul

Post about it, bitch, 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? Pussy bitch, you should’ve known


My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, fuck them niggas”

Used to fuck with Gucci ’til I seen he like them pussy niggas

Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a nigga

They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official

Bitch, I kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don’t like you niggas

Feds wanna lock a nigga up ’cause he tote baby missiles

Bitch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas

Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em

Set ’em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo

Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you don’t know

Baby with ’em, 4PF, four poles firin’

Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, “Cross the line”

I ain’t got no fuckin’ mind, tell ’em, “Free Baba,” that’s my evil twin

Youngin bouncin’ on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in

He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in

I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain’t got no fuckin’ friends

He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover

He got Bentley GT, Redeyes, black coating

Slidin’ in a Tesla, and he got that yay on

Pussy nigga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie

Nigga, I’m a real Blood, and I’m screamin’, “Blatt”

I get free, they know where I’m at, I’m posted ‘cross that track

Still don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked

Board the jet, you know I’m flyin’ off, I land, I’m smokin’ thrax

Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too

I don’t give no fuck about this rap shit, I’ll bust at you


Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too

Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too

And that lil’ bitch, she say, “4L,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime”

Tell ’em, “Kill YoungBoy,” all of y’all gon’ fuckin’ fail, hah

Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime

Stomp him in his fuckin’ face, I left him with my Nike sign

Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I’m big slime

Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I’m ’bout mine

Don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’ no more

I just wanna make the bitch go, he waitin’ from the go (Ha-ha)

You know where I stay, don’t let me find your home (Fuck you)

They don’t let me see my daughter from the time I’m on (Bitch, boom, boom)

Hear that blicky sound, that’s the Dada tone

Feel like Boosie don’t even like me, bitch, don’t call my phone (Fuck you)

Tell Apple I said, “Fuck ’em,” they promote his song (Say, 10, fuck you)

They be hatin’ on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (Fuck you)

YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin’, don’t react no more (Fuck you)


You fuck with them, don’t fuck with me and that’s just how that go

When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope

Chinese Kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks

Momma told me for 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, I’m really just lettin’ these niggas know it’s, “Fuck them”

You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die

YoungBoy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die

I don’t fuck 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 to trip

Fuck the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him





Hah, yeah, it’s 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg

We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wanna do it?

You already know what I say, nigga, who gon’ die today?

Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?

Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don’t like YoungBoy

I guarantee you can’t say not one thing YoungBoy did to these hoe-ass niggas

These bitch-ass niggas be hatin’, you heard me? I ain’t trippin’ these fuck-ass niggas

These fuck-ass niggas gon’ catch it, you heard me? They gon’ catch it

These gon’ catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that

You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?

We gon’ bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, four? Yeah


And I don’t fuck with you niggas, believe that

(YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them

Tell them niggas, “Fuck ’em,” man, they know that I ain’t scared of them

How you talkin’ shit when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?

Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon’ fuck wit’ him)

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NBA Young Boy I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics Info

Song           NBA Young Boy I Hate YoungBoy 

Singer         Young Boy Never Broke Again

Lyrics           Jason Goldberg & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Label           YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Track           4.21