I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro]
Say, 10
Let's hear this sh!t, Rell (Hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don't give a f**k, man, look (N!gga, yeah)

[Verse]
"YoungBoy, they gone kill you
You better stop dissing them"
Tell them n!ggas, "F**k 'em, " and they know that
I ain't scared of them (Scared of them)
How you talking sh!t when nothing ain't died
About your cousin nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)
Quando got no filter, and he say that
They ain't gone f**k with him
Clean up on aisle O, youngin let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow
N!gga know that's my smoke (My smoke)
He called me a b!tch, that's India
That be your ho (Your ho)
Posted with that stick like Indians
They want my soul
Post about it, b!tch
I got like thirty mill', my mind gone
And I'm gone be rich inside
My casket once my time gone
I'm bumping Wooski
Turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why he drop that wack-as* song?
Pu**y b!tch
You should've known (Should've known)
My daddy tell me, "Leave it alone, "
But I'm like, "Man, f**k them n!ggas"
Used to f**k with Gucci 'til
I seen he like them pu**y n!ggas (B!tch)
Momma know I'm ruthless, talking stupid
Make me bust a n!gga (Bust it)
They know I'm on house arrest
So they feel like they official (Yeah, yeah)
B!tch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle
God know I don't like you n!ggas (Yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a n!gga up
'cause he tote baby missiles
B!tch, don't bring my baby momma up
She richer than your n!ggas (Rich)
Every n!gga did a feature with you
Slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a n!gga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me
You can act like that you don't know (Know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firing
Want me for to die? Tell that pu**y, "Cross the line"
I ain't got no f**king mind
Tell 'em, "Free Baba, " that's my evil twin (My twin)
Youngin bouncing on his tippy-toes
When he creeping in (Creeping in)
He get drug tested but still on dope
Prescription came in (Came in)
I be turnt up with my baby mommas
I ain't got no f**king friends (Hah, hah, bow, bow)
He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach
And Range Rover (Bow, bow)
He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (Yeah)
Sliding in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
Pu**y n!gga dissing me, mad about his dead homie
N!gga, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screaming, "Blatt"
I get free, they know where I'm at
I'm posted 'cross that track (Cross that)
Starr don't wanna drop my son off
Know somebody might get whacked (Whacked)
Board the jet, you know I'm flying off
I land, I'm smoking thrax
Where you at? Your security
They get bust at too (Bust at too)
I don't give no f**k about this rap sh!t
I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)
Your daddy hit the feds, f**k that n!gga
He a b!tch, too (He a b!tch)
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma
While that b!tch grieve too (Hah, hah)
And that lil' b!tch, she say, "4L, " huh?
I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy, "
All of y'all gone f**king fail, hah (Woah)
Let me check my mail, five
Fifteen mills, just for the slime (Woah)
Stomp him in his f**king face
I left him with my Nike sign (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Meechy off the line
N!ggas know I'm big slime (Big slime)
Win or lose, no draw, n!gga
Them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('Bout mine)
Don't know nothing but slang iron
Ain't responding no more
I just wanna make the b!tch go
He way from the go (Ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don't let me
Find your home (Don't let me find you, f**k you)
They don't let me see my daughter
From the time I'm on (B!tch, boom, boom)
Hear that bl!cky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me
B!tch, don't call my phone (F**k you)
Tell Apple I said, "F**k 'em, "
They promote his song (Say, 10, f**k you)
They be hating on Tim and Quando
They act like they wrong (F**k you)
YouTube streamers, they be d!ck-riding
Don't react no more (Horrid, run it up, f**k you)
You f**k with them, don't f**k with me
And that's just how that go
When I release, this pure drop
That be pure dope
Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl
She like them folks (Them)
Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, "No"
Sarah Snyder always think I'm tripping
'cause I'm real slow
Hold on, I ain't even
I ain't even rapping, Jason (Hold on, hah, hah)
I'm really just, I'm really just letting
These n!ggas know it's, "F**k them"
You heard me? These b!tch-as* n!ggas act like
They scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thugging, I been slime
I ain't scared to die
I don't f**k with CC
But my oldest brother Crip (Crip)
I be on DC, DC, Marvel
That be him (That be him)
I be on repeat, waiting on them just for to trip
F**k the whole industry, they know
Don't try to get at him

[Outro]
Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey
Nawfside, 38, n!gga, free DDawg
We put guns to the face
B!tch-as* n!gga, how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say
N!gga, who gone die today?
B!tch-as* n!gga, we put guns to the face
You heard me?
Them b!tch-ass, man
These b!tch-as* n!ggas act like
They don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing
YoungBoy did to these hoe-as* n!ggas
These b!tch-as* n!ggas be hating
You heard me?
I ain't tripping these f**k-as* n!ggas
These f**k-as* n!ggas gone catch it
You heard me? They gone catch it
These gone catch everything a n!gga throw at them
Believe that, You heard me? This slime sh!t
You hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gone bang for life, n!gga
How you wanna do it, for? Yeah
And I don't f**k with you n!ggas
Believe that (YoungBoy, they gone kill you
You better stop dissing them
Tell them n!ggas, "F**k 'em, "
Man, they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talking sh!t
When nothing ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah
He say that, they ain't gone f**k with him)