NBA YoungBoy – I Hate Youngboy

I Hate YoungBoy

NBA Youngboy I Hate Youngboy Mp3 Download Song

American rapper and songwriter, NBA Youngboy has released this new single tagged “I Hate Youngboy”.

Apparently, the song serves as his sixth-arrival this year. After his recent album dubbed Colors“.

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Continually conveying a decent dope sound, the multi-skilled genius has built up a genuine fan-base that stands apart to help and battle this music battle.

Along having time making this tune for fans, this shows no easing back down in the business by any stretch of the imagination.

Lyrics:

[Verse]
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, huh?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that they gon’ fuck with ’em
Playin’ up on I-O, ngga let that chop blow

And my brother let that stick blow, ngga know that’s my smoke
He called me a bitch, that’s India, that be your hoe
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Tossed the body, 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 shoulda known
My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, fuck them nggas”

Used to fuck with Gucci ’til I seen he like them pussy nggas
Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid make me bust a ngga

They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official If I kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don’t like you nggas
Feds wanna lock a ngga up ’cause he talk ‘bout them nggas
Bitch, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your nggas

Every ngga did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em
Set ’em up, then point a ngga, feel gold, Romo

Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you that you don’t know
Baby with me, 4PF, four poles, five iron
Want me for the Dot, tell that pussy, “Cross the line”
And I don’t fuck with ‘em, tell ’em, “Free Baba”, that’s my evil twin
Look at him 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 mama’s,

I ain’t got no fucking friends
He got Rolls Royce, McLaren
He got Maybach and Range Rovers
He got Bentley GT, red eyes, black coating
Sliding in that Tesla, and he got that yay on
Pussy ngga dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
Ngga, I’m a real blood, and I’m screamin’
“Blatt” I get free, they know where I’m at,
I’m posted cross their trap
Still don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked

Brought the jet, you know I’m flyin’ off,
Atlanta, I’m smokin’ thrax Where you at?
Your security, they get bussed at too
I don’t give no fuck about this rap shit,
I’ll bust at you Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that ngga, he a bitch too
Tell him sittin’ on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too
And that lil’ bitch, he say, “4L,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime”
Tell ’em, “Kill YoungBoy,” all of y’all gon’ fucking fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills just for the slime
Stop him in his fuckin’ face, I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meech right off the line, nggas know I’m big slime
We ain’t lose no drop, ngga, them boys know I’m ’bout mine
Don’t know nothin’ but slang, ain’t responding no more
I just wanna make the bitch go, he waitin’ from the gutter (Ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don’t let me stay 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
Tell Apple I said, “Fuck ’em,” they promote his song (SayTen)
They be hatin’ on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong
YouTube, streamers, they be dick riding, don’t react no more
You fuck with them, don’t fuck with me and that’s just how that go
When I release this pill 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 nggas know it’s, “Fuck them”
Every day these bitch-ass nggas 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 the check
Fuck the whole industry, they knowin’ I’m tryna get at him

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