[NBA YoungBoy:]
Look
Free my n***as out the can
n***a, this that crazy man
I ain’t even put no effort, crazy man
Draw down with that Glock, b**h don’t make no sound
Say somethin’, might get shot b**h, face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect aye, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
f** you, b**h I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?
Cause b**h I’m flyer than your dude
If you think I f** with that lil hoe, then you a fool
I ain’t got no education, I dropped out of school
No security with me so I’m strapped up with that tool
Try to take my j**elry off and you gon’ make the news b**h
Cuban links around my neck, it cost me 22 b**h
Audemar Piguet, coulda’ went and bought a school b**h
Went to Neiman Marcus for my pants and my shoes b**h
Five thousands dollars, what I paid for the whole fit
I just took a loss so I’m goin’ on a heist b**h
Hold a tool in yo face like chino do a bike b**h
Too much money on me for to raise my hands and fight b**h
Thunder in my clip, f** around get hit with light b**h
Draw down with that Glock, b**h don’t make no sound
Say somethin’, might get shot b**h, face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect aye, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
f** you, b**h I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?
Cause b**h I’m flyer than your dude
[A Boogie with da Hoodie:]
Wait, I’m really focused, they talking bullsh**
But they still listen to my old sh**
Listen lil b**h, I still got some money from some old sh**
Listen lil b**h, I empty clips and then reload it
I get more attention when I’m with my Louie Loafers
All my whips is tinted so they love to pull me over
You a sherm n***a, word n***a, yous a joker
My whip is mad black, I used to ride in the Toyota yeah
Now I’m slumpin’ n***as over yeah
n***as got they ten toes up yeah
Heart started gettin’ colder yeah
Lil b**h you don’t know us yeah
[NBA YoungBoy:]
Draw down with that Glock, b**h don’t make no sound
Say somethin’, might get shot, b**h face down to the ground
I ain’t got no respect aye, you might think I’m dumb
I’m just 17, with a whole lotta money
f** you, b**h I hopped up out that coupe
Tell me hoe, if you don’t like me why you worried about what I do
You ain’t see the car I pulled up in so you might think I flew
Tell me why you say that YoungBoy?
Cause b**h I’m flyer than your dude