NBA Youngboy I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics (New Review Reaction)

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Rap music always has a tendency for causing real-life harm and it is what I don’t like about it.

 

I am still reminded of the death of Biggie, Tupac, and others which could have been avoided.

 

But hey!

 

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I know that’s not why you are here because beef is part of the rap game and it sells like crazy and for me, that in itself tells you a lot about humans.

NBA Youngboy I hate youngBoy lyrics

Well, with that said, before you and I dive into I hate youngboy by NBA YoungBoy lyrics, here is what I want you to know.

 

This is a diss track responding to Lil Durk Ahhhh ah and it took just 8 hours to compose.

 

It was written by Kentrell DeSean Gaulden and the production was done by K10Beatz, Horridrunitup & Rellmadedat.

 

This track takes on Lil Durk and his links including big establishments like Apple Music and YouTube.

 

Having said that, I hate Youngboy lyrics by NBA YoungBoy talks about the death of King Von and how his associates Quando Rondo and Lil Timm were linked with the murder of which one is doing time (Lil Timm).

 

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Now here is what I want you to do: Click on the red link below to download I hate Youngboy song by NBA YoungBoy.

 

Finally, here I hate Youngboy lyrics, do enjoy it.

 

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 1

 

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 whack-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 nigga

Used to fuck with Gucci

till 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

 

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OUTRO

 

Hah, yeah it’s 4KTrey

Nawfside, 38, nigga, free Dawg

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

 

It’s over to you now!

 

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