[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