YoungBoy Never Broke Again - I Hate Youngboy Lyrics

Say, 10
Let's hear this shit, Rell (ha, ha)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don't give a f*ck, man, look (nigga, yeah)
Look, look

"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them niggas, "F*ck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (scared of them)
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon' f*ck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O (O), youngin' let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow (stick blow), nigga know that's my smoke (my smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty million, my mind gone
And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why you drop that wack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (should've known)
My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, f*ck them niggas"
Used to f*ck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (bitch)
Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (boom)
They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official
Bitch, I kill you, then I take your whistle (yeah)
God know I don't like you niggas (yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (yeah, yeah)
Bitch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas (rich)
Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you don't know (don't know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin'
Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, "Cross the line" (ayy, cross the line)
I ain't got no f*ckin' mind, tell 'em, "Free Baba," that's my evil twin (my twin)
Youngin' bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (creepin' in)
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (yeah, came in)
I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain't got no f*ckin' friends (huh, huh)
He got Rolls, my McLaren (baow, baow)
He got Maybach and Range Rover (baow, baow, boom)
He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated
Slidin' in a Tesla (yeah), and he got that yay on
Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie
Nigga, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screamin', "Blatt"
I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that track
Still don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax
Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too (they get bust at)
I don't give no f*ck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you (said I'll bust at you)
Your daddy hit the feds, f*ck that nigga, he a bitch, too (he a bitch)
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too (ha, ha)
And that lil' bitch, she say, "4L," huh? I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy," all of y'all gon' f*ckin' fail, ha
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mil' just for the slime
Stomp him in his f*ckin' face (yeah, yeah)
I left him with my Nike sign (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime
Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('bout mine)
Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more
I just wanna make the bitch 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*ck you)
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (bitch, boom, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone, uh (f*ck you)
Tell Apple I said, "F*ck 'em," they promote his song (Say, 10, f*ck you)
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (let's hear this shit, Rell, f*ck you)
YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more (f*ck you)
You f*ck with them, don't f*ck with me and that's just how that go (how that go)
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (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" (said, "No")
Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (real f*ckin' slow)
Hold on, I ain't even rap-, I ain't, I ain't even rappin', Jason
I'm-I'm really just (huh, ha)
I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, "F*ck them" (ha, I don't even give a f*ck)
You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die (ha)
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (f*ck you, nigga, f*ck you)
I don't f*ck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (he's a Crip)
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (that be him)
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (for to trip)
F*ck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him

Ha, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bitch-ass nigga, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these f*ck-ass niggas
These f*ck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it
They gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it for? Yeah, huh
And I don't f*ck with you niggas, believe that

YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them
Tell them niggas, "F*ck 'em," man, they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon' f*ck with 'em