I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics by YoungBoy NBA

[Intro]
Say, 10
Let's hear this shit, Rell (Hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don't give a fuck, man, look (Nigga, yeah)

[Verse]
"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you
You better stop dissin' them"
Tell them niggas, "Fuck '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? (Cousin, hah, hah)
Quando got no filter, and he say that
They ain't gon' fuck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O, youngin let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow
Nigga know that's my smoke (My smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India
That be your ho (Your ho)
Posted with that stick like Indians
They want my soul
Post about it, bitch
I got like thirty mill', 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 he 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, fuck them niggas"
Used to fuck with Gucci 'til
I seen he like them pussy niggas (Bitch)
Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid
Make me bust a nigga (Bust it)
They know I'm on house arrest
So they feel like they official (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle
God know I don't like you niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a nigga up
'cause he tote baby missiles
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 that you don't know (Know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin'
Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, "Cross the line"
I ain't got no fuckin' 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 (Came in)
I be turnt up with my baby mommas
I ain't got no fuckin' 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)
Slidin' in a Tesla, 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 (Cross that)
Starr don't wanna drop my son off
Know somebody might get whacked (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 (Bust at too)
I don't give no fuck about this rap shit
I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)
Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga
He a bitch, too (He a bitch)
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma
While that bitch grieve too (Hah, hah)
And that lil' bitch, she say, "4L, " huh?
I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy, "
All of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah (Woah)
Let me check my mail, five
Fifteen mills, just for the slime (Woah)
Stomp him in his fuckin' face
I left him with my Nike sign (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Meechy off the line
Niggas know I'm big slime (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, fuck you)
They don't let me see my daughter
From the time I'm on (Bitch, 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 (Fuck you)
Tell Apple I said, "Fuck 'em, "
They promote his song (Say, 10, fuck you)
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando
They act like they wrong (Fuck you)
YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin'
Don't react no more (Horrid, run it up, fuck you)
You fuck with them, don't fuck 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 trippin'
'cause I'm real slow
Hold on, I ain't even
I ain't even rappin', Jason (Hold on, hah, hah)
I'm really just, I'm really just lettin'
These niggas know it's, "Fuck them"
You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like
They scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime
I ain't scared to die
I don't fuck with CC
But my oldest brother Crip (Crip)
I be on DC, DC, Marvel
That be him (That be him)
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip
Fuck the whole industry, they know
Don't try to get at him

[Outro]
Hah, 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, 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 hoe-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin'
You heard me?
I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas
These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it
You heard me? They gon' catch it
These 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
And I don't fuck with you niggas
Believe that (YoungBoy, they gon' kill you
You better stop dissin' them
Tell them niggas, "Fuck '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 ain't gon' fuck wit' him)