Head Busted Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
We in this b!tch, you already know
(Skeeo! you crazy)
Uh Uh, Top, baow, huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me what do you see
A n!gga got no love and never have no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
Them people on me, talking 'bout Feds in the city
(Feds in the city)
I stand on business, so, they out to get me
They don't like that I got plenty millions
(That I got plenty millions)
I'm talking bout cutthroat to the meat show
Every n!gga that you see run with me
(Cutthroat to the meat show)
I got that whole thing isolated from Salt Lake to my city
(You know that)
B!tch I'm drawing down don't play me
For I put somеthing in ya fitted (Lil' boy, look)
Buckin Mills Kansas City, I get around on you b!tches
(I gеt around)
Listen to Rilla, Gotti in prison
Come in my cell and kiss me
Hold up thottie-ottie mami
I like violence and semis, I'm dangerous

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Green rag committee, I'm banging
Car with no slingers but swanging
Pop-out get Top, what you thinking? (Ah-ah)
B!tch you know it's murder gang (Murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (Murder men)
Pray all night then make that ...?
Not 'round cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed

[Refrain: NBA YoungBoy]
All that lame sh!t get you f**ked up (Yeah)
B!tch if you miss (N!gga)
Just know your luck up (Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You'll get your motherf**king water cut
And all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't want start with us

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
I'm official
I'll mask down behind my n!gga, keep a pistol
Got the industry and my whole town want to kill me
B!tch I'm cutthroat, to my opp and sure
I don't f**k with gremlins
I'm a demon, pallbearer, gravedigging f**k with me (Woah)
Real n!gga status, big dog sh!t, need a big dog b!tch
Now I know you know, we don't got to go to no store
(Uh-uh)
They gone bring that sh!t, I buy lot's of expensive things
I'm talking 'bout clothes and diamonds for her wrist

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Green rag committee, I'm banging
Car with no slingers but swanging
Pop-out get Top, what you thinking? (Ah-ah)
B!tch you know it's murder gang (Murder gang)
Stalk all night we murder men (Murder men)
Pray all night then make that ...?
Not 'round cause they ain't elevate
They the same and I'm the one who changed

[Refrain: NBA YoungBoy]
All that lame sh!t get you f**ked up (Yeah)
B!tch if you miss (N!gga) just know your luck up
(Know your luck up)
(Look, look) You'll get your motherf**king water cut
And all your partners head bust
Lil' boy, you don't want start with us