Won’t Step On Me Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

[Intro: NBA YoungBoy]
Leor, light it up
Mommy, India got the beats
Come on, ha
Now check this
We ain't with none of that water whip as* sh!t
(None of that sh!t you n!ggas on)
I'ma preach it to you like this
I'ma give it to you raw
You heard me? However I bring it
That's how I'ma bring it, just catch it
It's some real gangster sh!t now

[Verse 1: NBA YoungBoy]
I quit that sad sh!t, I ain't tripping
They ain't f**k with me then f**k 'em
You don't want YoungBoy, baby?
Come, I know you love me, yeah
Real popping in my hood
And that street sh!t I love, n!gga
See me ...? down and I'm good
I will shoot motherf**king wood
I wish you motherf**kers do it, yeah
Choppa came, I would
Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray
They gone tell you 'bout how I do it
Northside 38, I bang that 4KTrey
It ain't safe inside Baton Rogue
Nah, they ain't wanna see me on
They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour
They ain't glad that I came home
They ain't wanna look out for my children
Now the fact I'm back, I been getting stats
Don't f**k with 'em, tell 'em let's do it
Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in
Grinding to the ten, I been through it
Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand
I'll zip your man, find you a new one

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Hold on, no way at all you gone step on me
B!tch, a issue if you thinking you gone rep off me
And your finest n!gga stanking, he ran up on me
Boy, I ain't playing, ...?
I mix with lean, that maple lean
I'm watching cars, I got my rod
I'm who in charge, they make believe
I come from robbing sh!t to northside
...? robber genes
I tell that ho get off my back
'cause only room there for my time

[Bridge: NBA YoungBoy]
Give me that iron, I'ma roll of them
Mama, don't pray for me
I don't back down for no n!gga
They got a place for me
Lil' Top, I got a K for me
A Drac', I know it love to sing
He really pu**y 'cause he red
Belong ...? down for me

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Hold on, no way at all you gone step on me
B!tch, a issue if you thinking you gone rep off me
And your finest n!gga stanking, he ran up on me

[Verse 2: NBA YoungBoy]
B!tch, come up with plenty killers
Gotta keep a pistol
Roll with me by any means
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside
And f**ked 'em ...?
Younging got on that ...?, he be looking mean
Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything
When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf
Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat
I been on my back in '17
I ain't had no money for weed, man
I was burning for weeks
Down on my d!ck so I seem
B!tch take a barbie pendant
Had the money inside her hair out for me
Know I got money
I got the b!tch tryna tear all her hair out for me
I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks
Told her that my home my girl house
I ain't have nowhere to sleep
I was in Houston dealing boy with a warrant out on me
Ran off on Drac' because I ...? his as*
Before I know we had linked

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Hold on, no way at all you gone step on me
B!tch, a issue if you thinking you gone rep off me
And your finest n!gga stanking, he ran up on me
Hold on, no way at all you gone step on me
B!tch, a issue if you thinking you gone rep off me
And your finest n!gga stanking, he ran up on me

[Verse 3: NBA YoungBoy]
I'ma whoop your as* n!gga
I'm experienced, I'm gone do you bad
You gone be feeling played
Now you better go on 'bout your lil' business
Before it be some blood on top my Js
Right now I'm faded, I got on shades
'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K
Know I built the lands like it's my lands
I'm tryna find peace inside my days
I ain't graduated 'til that glass
B!tch can't even ...?
Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass
I'm bringing all you b!tches pain
Soldier rolling lord, I tell 'em free JBeezy
He creeping creature, mane
For doors on me, make it look easy
With that heat, he leave your brain
Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame
They said I'm finna beat it
Like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank
But the only thing
It's a difference, I'm Cash Money
Ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang
And I got my own label, I'm a boss
I'm NBA, I'm Never Broke Again
And I feel Northside for life
My heart goes out to most of my friends
Because I know that they want chains
They gone be banging all to the end
No wait, hold up, I mean my bros
We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes
Check how we roll up
You already know, cook dope n!gga

[Chorus: NBA YoungBoy]
Hold on, no way at all you gone step on me
B!tch, a issue if you thinking you gone rep off me
And your finest n!gga stanking, he ran up on me
Hold on, no way at all you gone step on me
B!tch, a issue if you thinking you gone rep off me
And your finest n!gga stanking, he ran up on me