Fuck Da Industry Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
Look (17, 17)
I told him I'll blow this out
D-Roc, D-Roc
Look

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Painted my convertible
Still ain't looking like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gone send them f**king hitters
Know I be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pu**y n!ggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killing sh!t
But still can't f**k with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire
But still gone shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no
I'm on dope, dope, dope

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
I don't let sh!t go
I say, "No, no, no"
I just bought a brand new Glock
And it ain't come up out the store
If an opp try to block me off
I shoot this b!tch right on the road
I keep drugs inside my body
And won't lеt 'em take my soul
Uh, uh, dope ass
N!gga look likе he selling dope, huh? (Ass)
Pistol toting as* n!gga
Keep that pole, huh (Keep that)
Check his swag, he act bad with these hoes, huh
(With these, ah)
Killed that n!gga 'bout that dissing
Bet they know now
He want just be like his cousin Meechy
Real f**king slime
He want be just like that n!gga Yeezy
He want rolls huh (He want rolls)
He just want be real f**king shiesty
Like his uncle, huh? (Like his unc')
He just want be real f**king icey like he Santa son
He say he don't wanna be nobody
He wanna be Lil Top (Be me)
He say he don't give a f**k about it
Just give him the guap (Nah, for real)
He say, "Y'all could make an album 'bout it
Just don't f**king try"
Get the f**king industry on your side
You still gone die

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Painted my convertible
Still ain't looking like I'm richer (Skrrt, skrrt)
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gone send them f**king hitters
Know I be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pu**y n!ggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killing sh!t
But still can't f**k with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire
But still gone shoot for free
Twelve can't control me
No, I'm on dope, dope, dope

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
I'm probably f**king on yo' ho (F**king on yo')
No, they can't control me
Probably spit on that lil' ho, yeah
Put me back in jail
And I was still in there, on dope
Know that we don't give no f**k
Try splitting him on the road (Yeah, yeah)
That my bro
Who be out the window?
Mike Amiri, know I put it on
Gone get killed if you don't kill me
And I know I made it known
I'ma flex on 'em, told the b!tch
"Don't call my phone"
Sent the blitz on 'em
Run 'em down like bam, bam, bam
Don't give a f**k 'bout who up here
We could shoot it down (Down)
Don't give a f**k 'bout if you with it
You a part of the crowd, clown
You gone die while you up in here
When that bl!cky make the sound
Probably catch me smoking loud
Riding 'round and I

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Painted my convertible
Still ain't looking like I'm richer
Dior fit straight out the stores
Still look like I'm out them trenches
Felon that still deal with copes
Still gone send them f**king hitters
Know I be on hella dope
Still on drank to find my rhythm
Yeah, pu**y n!ggas can't still keep up with me
Yeah, he been killing sh!t
But still can't f**k with me
Yeah, I got slimes that bang that fire
but still gone shoot for free
Twelve can't control me, no
I'm on dope, dope, dope