YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I Ain't Hiding lyrics

[Intro] Probably in yo city [Verse 1: NBA Youngboy] Private number call my phone say that ima k** ya I told that n***a I ain't hiding I'm probably in yo city I keep it with me pull on me and sh** gone get wicked All this sh** these n***as doing i swear that i don't feel them 11 thousand around my neck and that's just up in chains 10 bands up in pocket fresh up out the bank You ain't my roun p**y n***a you don't feel my pain This sh** i spit on tracks straight facts It ain't a f**ing game It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave I walk on stage , thousand people screaming my name He probably think i owed him something I don't owe him a thing b**h you gone make me show you something You go against the grain Send my n***as to bust you up since you think that i'm playing One night we hit two back to back Like n***a what you saying ? I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from cross the track Catch you slipping down bad and we gone bust your a** My OG say cause you'll shoot that don't make you a man It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam This for my n***as dead and gone and the one's in the can Ima forever hold it down forever take a stand [Hook: NBA Youngboy] You say you looking for me n***a? I ain't hiding bout it Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get Touched) I could bet 5 on it That's on my mama all us bout that drama (b**h we Slanging iron bout it) Reppin like you step we really spare (These n***as lying bout it) 50 round choppa for whoever want it You know how we coming Run up on ya put this b**h up on ya, put this b**h up on ya sh** get gutta gotta stay up on it Never know who out to get ya Better watch yo homies [Verse 2: NBA Youngboy] Wake up every morning tryna get a dollar When you down and ain't got nothing They ain't got no holla Gotta get this sh** for my lil boys Gotta get it for my mama You bet not short me out my money I want every dollar (or else) Ima bust yo f**ing head cause i don't play that We gone load up with them cuttas We gone swerve where you stay at Can't keep hitting the block like this Youngboy Too many people on that I don't give a motherf** Ain't stopping till' I get my sh** back (believe that) n***a said spin again when the sun down All night we gone wait till' he come out See his a** hop out on him with the Glock out What it is ? It's a man down Where I'm from I was taught never stand down Once my youngin spin believe I'm coming back around Suppressor on the front take away the sound (Suppressor on the front take away the sound) [Hook: NBA Youngboy] You say you looking for me n***a? I ain't hiding bout it Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get Touched) I could bet 5 on it That's on my mama all us bout that drama (b**h we Slanging iron bout it) Reppin like you step we really spare (These n***as lying bout it) 50 round choppa for whoever want it You know how we coming Run up on ya put this b**h up on ya, put this b**h up on ya sh** get gutta gotta stay up on it Never know who out to get ya Better watch yo homies