Don’t Rate Me Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy ft. Quavo

[Intro: YoungBoy]
Kacey!
Khaliel!
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, mmm mmm mmm mmm (Ayy, ayy)
Hmm mmm mmm mmm mmm yeah, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: YoungBoy]
Pull up in it, they can't afford this
Now check how I get it
They can't record this (Yeah, yeah)
Put myself on top a brand new level
I just bought a bigger bezel
Got her, she'll never leave me
Know that I'll never let her

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me
It ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the bluеs

[Verse 1: YoungBoy]
The head, I chop 'em
I could vision hеlicopters
I'ma keep that Hell I caught you
Inside green and slimy
Know I'm shining
But can't count my pockets
They can't stop me
I got the flu, it was sent to me
Know that they never could get to me
I got them out like a mini-me
Feeling the symphony
Turning his head to a centerpiece
Know they gone try to get rid of me
Vision the scene when I'm planning on billing me
Concrete body, they ain't tipping me
Tell 'em, "Try and see"
Millionaire, running for a B
They ain't got more bread than me
Paid tuition fees
She bring the head to me
Got fire on my feet (Yeah)

[Chorus: YoungBoy & Quavo]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me
It ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not saving you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me (Yeah)
I'm gone forever do what I do (Quavo)
I know you feel me, boy

[Verse 2: Quavo]
I got a huncho (Cash)
Get you peeled for some blue strips (Blue)
Upgraded all my hollows to them blue tips (Suu)
Rated R (Yeah), lotta violence
N!gga, set it off (Set it off, oh, oh, oh)
Lotta stepping in the field (Step), coin toss (Uh)
Brick by brick, we built this sh!t (Brick)
Hands-on, flip the switch (Flip it)
F**k a b!tch (Woo)
Fell in love once and I can't go again (No)
It's YB and 'Cho and we got everybody rich (On God)
B!tch, I play on D and I get everybody hit (Uh)
Eight hunnid on the AP
I had to buy that sh!t (Woo, woo)
Ten toes rocking sh!t (Ten)
Nawfside prodigy (Nawf)
Momma told me every time I go up
They gone hate me (Momma)
It's okay, mama
'cause this Glock don't got safety (Rah)

[Chorus: YoungBoy]
Do-Re-Mi, that money come in purple and blue
Hold on, I had to tell 'em
Don't rate me
It ain't no limit to the things that I do
Now let me talk the blues
Don't save me 'cause I'm not saving you
You better get it, boy
Don't hate me, I'm gone forever do what I do
I know you feel me, boy

[Outro: YoungBoy]
Kacey!
Khaliel!