4KT Baby Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: YoungBoy]
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D-Roc!
Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy!
N!gga, what it is?
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
How you been feeling out there
N!gga, how you been doing?
Mm-mm
You got yo steel? Mm, mm, oh-oh, no
Ayy, keep your head up, five

[Verse 1: YoungBoy]
I don't know what the f**k would make them
N!ggas try to play us Or wanna hate us
That be that doped up sh!t
That get your motherf**king head bust
Riding with my dude, he serving food
And he just fed something
Don't be confused, we grab them tools
And then go get something
These pu**y n!ggas scared of that dark side
And that's where I roll at
And b!tch, you know that
Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
New school, I was tryna blow that
Go make a diss, yo' f**king ho ass
I can't wait to leave you
Dead with a f**king toe tag, b!tch

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Send a blitz, say they gone get at me
Oh, I live up on the wrong side of options
We be zipping sh!t, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through
They car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah
That's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay sh!t down
That's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he banging green
4KTrey, baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy

[Verse 2: YoungBoy]
Knock up on they door
And talk Jamaican (What they said?)
They don't need no AC
But I think that's where he stay
Wait 'til he come home
Give him a hot bed (Oh-oh)
We gone be blamming at his sh!t
'til we pop his head (Oh-oh)
Can't get my daddy off that cocaine
Can't get my n!gga off them pills
Watch your back, 'cause this sh!t real
You can't stand up to that steel
F**k these hoes, just get your dough
And keep a chopper where you live
We recruited some more soldiers
We won't die up in the field
Shoot the FN where that pu**y n!gga head at, huh
I got big straps and big gats
And K2, that dope pack
Know I gotta pour the drank up
Where that four at?
Got them young n!ggas rolling with me
And everyone be on that

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Send a blitz, say they gone get at me
Oh, I live up on the wrong side of options
We be zipping sh!t, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like thirty through
They car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah
That's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay sh!t down
That's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know he banging green
4KTrey, baby
Nawfside, concentration, 38, lil' slime crazy