The North Bleeding Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
Ayy, yo, Bands, what you cooking?
It's Malik on the track
Look!

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
No new shoes 'til momma get her taxes
Police harass me 'cause it's thug life
Survival tactics
From a shoebox to my mattress
From my mattress to the bank
Been doing this sh!t since I was seventeen
You think that I can't think?
My gangsta, what the f**k you think?
'Bout these cold killers
And dope sniffers that run with me
Seen that I don't f**k with 'em
Now they come for me
They know he keep it tucked with him
Now which one y'all wanna romp with me?
Back against the wall, real through it all
Now they want see me bleed

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Sun don't shine no more
He rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet
Soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall
Just in case bad days call
I heard they coming to see me
Tell 'em, "It won't be easy, " woah
Lay down that window
Then they spray 'round, n!gga, walk, walk
B!tch, lay your pu**y as* on the floor
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole
And he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded
She just flashed, and I was leaning

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
Black Forces, my gun, you cannot see
I'm looking like I'm thieving
I feel it in the air like like Beanie Sigel
And, b!tch, I'm rich like John Cena
I keep it gangsta like Hot Beezy
I'm talking to Stunna, I'm finna leave her
He got a chick with a bad daughter
I told him, "See if she want me"
That's twenty mill' for me
And here goes thirty mill' for you, thug
Bless the shooter and f**k these hoes
These n!ggas wasn't raised like us
Shoot the burner 'til you hear it cl!ck
Never tried to make a shoe fit
Baby momma f**king them, they tried to kill me
Nasty, dirty b!tch, you know

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
The rain don't fall
Know I'll be back on my feet
Soon as the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall
Just in case bad days call
I heard they coming to see me
Tell 'em, "It won't be easy, " woah
Lay down that window
Then they spray 'round, n!gga, walk, walk
Lay your flunky as* down, where that money at?
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for my bro, a pole
Swerving in that Rolls
'member back up in the day it was a stolo

[Post-Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Turn that as* 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug n!gga
She told me that she love me

[Verse 3: NBA YoungBoy]
B!tch, I ain't got no budget, tag that n!gga
Cadillac on twenty-fours
This that Nawf swag, n!gga
And I'm back with your ho
I'm just singing riddles
I'm like la-la-la
Tell your boyfriend I'll kill him
Plenty hitters, n!gga
And I pulled 'em up in transition
At your car, shoot dirty Glocks
And I got all your transmission
How you try to run, lil' daddy?
Stupid, all your pants missing
F**king doofus, we too ruthless
He just wanna smash n!ggas
And she know that doe
That gang got dead bodies
It's a true crime, po
Shawty know I get it on
Banging like this Saints Row
I made my bones inside the Nawf
She tryna help me take it slow

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Sun don't shine no more
The rain don't fall
I'll be back on my feet soon
As the time come 'round
I stack that money up tall
Just in case bad days call
I heard they coming to see me
Tell 'em, "It won't be easy, " woah
Lay down that window
Then they spray 'round, n!gga, walk, walk
B!tch, lay your pu**y as* on the floor
Big 4KTrey and I want all the smoke
Two hunnid for lil' bro a pole
And he told me he ain't need it
We fell off 'cause I was loaded
She just flashed, and I was leanin

[Post-Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Turn that as* 'round lil' thottie-ottie mami
Take your pants off and come get on me, on me
Oh shakalaka, twerk it, drop it, mami
She say she want a thug n!gga
She told me that she love me