I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy is latest English song with music also given by K10 Beatz, Horridrunitup & Rellmadedat. I Hate YoungBoy song lyrics are written by Rellmadedat, Horridrunitup, K10 Beatz, Jason Goldberg & NBA YoungBoy.

I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics - NBA YoungBoy

I Hate YoungBoy Song Detail

Song Name: I Hate YoungBoy
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
Composer: K10 Beatz, Horridrunitup, Rellmadedat
Lyrics by: Rellmadedat, Horridrunitup, K10 Beatz, Jason Goldberg, NBA YoungBoy

I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics


Say, 10
Let’s hear this s**t, rell (hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (lil top)
I don’t give a f**k, man, look (ni**a, yeah)

“Youngboy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them”
Tell them ni**as, “F**k ’em,” and they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ s**t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain’t gon’ f**k wit’ him
Clean up on aisle o, youngin let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, ni**a know that’s my smoke
He called me a bi**h, that’s india, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bi**h, I got like thirty mill’, 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 he drop that whack-a*s song? Pu**y bi**h, you should’ve known
My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, f**k them ni**as”
Used to f**k with gucci ’til I seen he like them pu**y ni**as
Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a ni**a
They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official
Bi**h, I’ll kill you, then I take your whistle, god know I don’t like you ni**as
Feds wanna lock a ni**a up ’cause he tote baby missiles
Bi**h, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your ni**as
Every ni**a did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em
Set ’em up then point a ni**a, 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 pu**y, “Cross the line”
I ain’t got no f**kin’ 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 f**kin’ friends
He got rolls, my mclaren, he got maybach and range rover
He got bentley gt, redeye, it’s black coated
Slidin’ in a tesla, and he got that yay on
Pu**y ni**a dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
Ni**a, 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
Starr 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 f**k about this rap s**t, I’ll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds, f**k that ni**a, he a bi**h, too
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bi**h grieve too
And that lil’ bi**h, she say, “4l,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime”
Tell ’em, “Kill youngboy,” all of y’all gon’ f**kin’ fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime
Stomp him in his f**kin’ face, I left him with my nike sign
Free lil meechy off the line, ni**as know I’m big slime
Win or lose, no draw, ni**a, them boys know I’m ’bout mine
Don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’ no more
I just wanna make the bi**h go, he way from the go (ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don’t let me find your home (f**k you)
They don’t let me see my daughter from the time I’m on (bi**h, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that’s the dada tone
Feel like boosie don’t even like me, bi**h, don’t call my phone (f**k you)
Tell apple I said, “F**k ’em,” they promote his song (say, 10, f**k you)
They be hatin’ on tim and quando, they act like they wrong (f**k you)
Youtube streamers, they be d**k-ridin’, don’t react no more (horrid, run it up, f**k you)
You f**k with them, don’t f**k 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 ni**as know it’s, “F**k them”
You heard me? These bi**h-a*s ni**as act like they scared to die
Youngboy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die
I don’t f**k 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
F**k the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him

Hah, yeah, it’s 4ktrey, nawfside, 38, ni**a, free ddawg
We put guns to the face, bi**h-a*s ni**a, how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say, ni**a, who gon’ die today?
Bi**h-a*s ni**a, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bi**h-a*s, man, these bi**h-a*s ni**as act like they don’t like youngboy
I guarantee you can’t say not one thing youngboy did to these hoe-a*s ni**as
These bi**h-a*s ni**as be hatin’, you heard me? I ain’t trippin’ these f**k-a*s ni**as
These f**k-a*s ni**as gon’ catch it, you heard me? They gon’ catch it
These gon’ catch everything a ni**a throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime s**t, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon’ bang for life, ni**a, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah
And I don’t f**k with you ni**as, believe that
(youngboy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them
Tell them ni**as, “F**k ’em,” man, they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ s**t when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain’t gon’ f**k wit’ him)

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