Back On My Feet Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
Drum Dummie made the beat
And I'm gone kill it
Ha, XO!
That-that, that-that jump up right there?
That's that sh!t?
Uh, you know yeah, yeah
I just jump straight on and talk that sh!t
Hold that cutter for me
Look!

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
I'ma hustler, 'fore I'm broke, I'ma make a way
I told 'em things different from up in '16
That was back up in the day
Now you already know anyway this sh!t go
Shoot it out on the interstate
Tryna swerve 'em off the road
Talking "Grrah" pu**y n!gga
"Grrah" 'til the metal break
Why they soldier hate?
They gone make me wanna come
And pluck 'em down, wanna give my fair shake
Head out of town, she a machine
Makе it back, couldn't do her hair late
You know 10? That's my lil' bro
Had to tell 'еm stay up from under that ho
You know that that b!tch know dirt on my ho
And my ho know dirt on that nasty ho
They got another chick that be with 'em
Had a baby 'fore a opp, I like her on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done
I'll spit on 'em both
I got all the killers and real n!ggas
And trill b!tches with me, you know?
These rap n!ggas know that I'm dangerous
And I know most some of them n!ggas hoes
I know ya heard how they block my songs
When them people tried to send me up the road
Could've sworn this ho was getting f**ked
When I called her phone
I know that she dogged me to her friends
But lowkey still don't leave me alone
My girl probably wouldn't
Even let the b!tch inside our home

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
All y'all see, I'ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can't sleep
I want beef, get your sh!t bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me
Rap n!ggas over and I said they all getting slumped over
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier
I won't think twice to kill yo as* 'cause I don't know ya
Gotta run this sh!t, can't stop, I think it's turning over

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
Gotta top this sh!t from turning over
I keep my clique from selling yola
Gotta keep my dog from off that boy
Before I found him sleep, slumped over
Gotta UberEat my b!tch
And cater from house arrest, I'm bossanova
Want protect, I'm the reason
They ain't bought 'em yet
'cause b!tch I know ya
You a messy gossiping as* b!tch
And you might f**k me over
B!tch, I flex that guap, got lots of it
I turn that n!gga ho up
Think they know us, gotta show us
Talk that sh!t, we shoot your show up
Aim like Jonesy, feel like Rod
Think he a big n!gga, like he Jewish
Tell 'em keep cross phones, better keep your rod
I had it hard, go round the corner
Couldn't get it on inside the yard
You think we masked up for Corona
How we ski'd up for that boy
Run up on me, you think it's sweet
And we gone send yo as* to God
Wrath and Revenge of YoungBoy

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
All y'all see, I'ma get back up on my feet
I had to find peace, I lost my thug, now I can't sleep
I want beef, get your sh!t bust inside the streets
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me
Rap n!ggas over and I said they all getting slumped over
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier
I won't think twice to kill yo as* 'cause I don't know ya
Gotta run this sh!t, can't stop, I think it's turning over