I hate youngboy, NBA Youngboy, "Youngboy, they gon' kill you" [Lyrics]

 "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?

Cuando got no filter, and he says,

they ain't gon' fuck with him.

Clean up on the aisle, youngin let that chop blow

ayy, my brother let that stick blow,

nigga knows 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 mills, my mind gone.

and 'm gon' to be rich

inside my casket, once my time has gone

I'm bumpin' Winooski,

turned up with some groupies while at my home.

Why did he drop that whack-ass song?

pussy bitch, you should've known

my daddy tell me, "leave it alone,

but I'm like, "man, fück them niggas"

Used to fuck with Gucci

till I saw he like them pussy niggas

momma know'm ruthless,

talking stupid, make me bust a nigga.

They know I am on house arrest sO they feel like the official bitch,

I'll kill you, then I take your whistle,

God knows I don't like you niggas.

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

set them 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 firing"

want me to die? tell that pussy, "cross the line".

ain't got no fuckin' mind,

tell'em, "free baba,' that's my evil twin

youngin bounci̇n' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in.

he gets drug tested but is still on dope,

prescription came in

I will be turned up with my baby momma,

I ain't got no fuckin' friends.

he got rolls, my McLaren,

he got Maybach and range rover

he got a Bentley gt, redeye, black coated

slidin' in a tesla, and he got that yay on.

pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie

nigga, im real blood, and I'm screaming, "Blatt"

get free, they know where I'm at, and I'm posted 'cross that track.

Starr doesn't wanna drop my son off,

know somebody might get whacked

board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off,

iland, I'm smokin' thrax.

Where you? your security, they get busted at too

I don't gi̇ve no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you

your daddy hit the feds,

fuck that nigga, he's a bitch, too.

tell 'em, "kill young boy,"

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,

left him with my Nike sign.

Free Lil mercy 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 was from the go (ha-ha)

you know where I stay,

Don't let me find your home (fuck you).

They won't let me see my daughter

from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom)

hear that blocky sound, that's the data tone.

Feel like Boosie doesn't even like me, bitch,

don't call my phone (fuck you)

tell apple I said, "fuck 'em,"

they promote his song (say, 10, fúck you).

They are hatin' on time and Quando,

they act like they are wrong (fuck you)

youtube streamers are dick-riding,

Don't react anymore (horrid, run it up, fuck you).

You fuck with them,

don't fuck with me and that's just how that goes

when released, this pure drop is pure dope.

Chinese kitty don't wanna be my girl,

she like them folks

momma told me to take my Ritalin and I said, "no".

Sarah Snyder always thinks I'm trippin' 'cause I'm slow.

hold on, I ain't even, I ain't even rapping, Jason's just, I'm just letting

these niggas know it's, "fuck them".

did you hear me? these bitch-ass

niggas act like they scared to die

young boy, I have been thuggin,

I have been slime, I ain't scared to die.

I don't fuck with cc, but my oldest brother crip

I will be on Dc, dc, marvel, that be him.

I will 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,

Lawnside, 38, nigga, free drawing

we put guns to the face,

bitch-ASs nigga, how you wanna do it?

you already know what I say, nigga,

who gon' to die today?

bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face,

you heard me?.

them bitch-asss, man, these bitch-ass

niggas act like they don't like a young boy

I guarantee you can't say one

thing young boy did to these hoe-ass niggas.

these bitch-ass niggas be hatin, you heard me?

paint trippin' these fuck-ass niggas

these fuck-ass niggas gon catch it,

did you hear me? they gon' catch it.

these gon' catch everything a

nigga throw at them, believe that

did you hear me? this slime shit,

Do you hear me? big 5, you hear me?

we gon bang for life, nigga,

how you wanna do it, for? yeah

and don't fuck with you niggas, believe that.

Youngboy, they gon kill you,

you better stop dissing, them.

Tell them niggas, "fuck 'em, man,

they know that ain't scared of them

how you talkin' shit when nothin

ain't died about your cousin nem?

Quando got no filter, yeah,

He says that they ain't gon' fuck with him.