DaBaby, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Neighborhood Superstar lyrics

(Leor, light it up)

She like Baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't folding under pressure
So I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em
"They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with
Straps, run down, and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit, I do too
Much, you can ask my mama
I be on everything (Everything)
She be like, "Baby, just chill"
Uh, I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I looked in your eyes, but you looked at the
Floor, so I'm tryna know what you know
What's the deal? (What's goin' on?)
Yeah, nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin' on every car that pull beside mе

Leavin' they project full of bodiеs


I turn that beat to plenty homis
Soon as he come out, then we
Got him, we gon' drop him, bitch
I'm full of pills, I'm sorry, mama
Them niggas slang that fire
At my lil' partners
I can't squash it, it's a must
You know I gotta
I been with that shit, they know that
Got Ms, been bleedin' before that
Five K, nigga, check my coat tag
Slip once, leave the bitch with a toe tag
Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach
Trap house where they stash them plates at
Goyard where I tuck my Drac' at
Stick who? Nigga know I don't play that

Let's go stay out the way with them cameras
I just seen Baby pull up in the Phantom
Almost hit me
Nigga hopped out with a thick bitch
(yeah) , must be from Atlanta fuck that
They ain't see I hopped out with that blammer
They ain't know I got in with the stick on me
They don't know that this
Bitch right here bulletproof (Let's go)
I can't wait for a nigga to hit it (Let's go)
I really be cool as a bitch
But get rude as a bitch if
I get the wrong energy (yeah)
They know I'll put a ho out if I love
Her or not to protect my lil' energy
Maybe, shit, Baby too real for the industry

Or maybe they know that they
Never could get to me
Know that they know that they
Never could finish me
Let off my glizzy, I'm feelin' a symphony
Yeah i'm in a 'Burban and I got it on me
Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
Lurkin', we loaded all the
Way 'til the morning
Get a bad lil' bitch so I could bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that corner
Waitin' for opps and duckin' cops
Thirty on my hip and under papa
House I got a hundred shots
Nigga spin on his block, on Dump, don't stop
I could bet his car get chopped
Let me hit from the back, say, "Top"
Come out, turn around
Then let her get on top
Got millions, still invest in
Blocks, we get 'em, never through the mail
The spot be jumpin' like
Some Shocks, no Jigga, get it on for real
I ain't done
What it is? It get dumb for real
Let 'em talk that shit while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
Nigga know we do this shit for real
Try fight by night, his top get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four, I booked and flew the jet
On the way LA while on a Lear
She on me bad, so what it is?
Grip her body, know I got it
Take her home and beat her body
I be diggin' all inside it
Suicidal, kamikaze
Pussy shit, I don't acknowledge
Jump out runnin' from them choppers
Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
I leave a stain, all you hear is, "Bang
Bang" bitch, lay down, I run that gang
They know I'm the murder man
Don't come around, leave you frowned
Fuck around, it's gon' go down
Equip that shit, it ain't a sound
Left nine bodies in the town

Yeah, I left my bitch and got
Somethin' new, left her too, bitch
I'm a hound (Rawr, rawr)
Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dog)
I really don't like that lil' nigga
Baby, ooh, he an icy lil' nigga (Go)
I'm in this bitch with
That stick, poppin' shit
I'ma pull that bitch out 'fore
I fight me a nigga (Boom, boom)
I'm on vacation and can't get my hands
On a banger, I fuck around, knife me a nigga
I fuck around, poke me a nigga (Uh)
I fuck around, choke me a nigga (Uh, bitch)
I fuck 'round and take me a lil' nigga ho
(yeah) , put dick in her face
Make her beatbox (Go)
Ain't seen a thing hotter since he popped
Fuck that, four-five, got it on de-cock
On that bullshit you niggas think that you on
(Let's go)
Fuck around and get spanked for a song
(Get spanked)
Fuck around and get spinned for a diss
(Get spinned)
You gon' let that comment get you killed
(yeah, bitch)
Every day, tryna stay out the way
Still adjusting to fame in this industry shit
(yeah, nigga)
Send a shh, and I'll pay for the shit
I go in your shit, make you pay for that lip
(Keep going)
Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the
Car, they like, "Boy
You can't pay for that zip" (Keep going)
They like, "Nigga
We ain't charging you shit" (Keep going)
Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit (yeah)
Like, cold blooded killer in the
Car behind me with a
Bot and it's stock on the side of his stick
(Boom, boom)
Always thinking 'bout a body, can't
Forget about the last two
He add another homi' on the list
On that day, they got two of them bitches
This one a semi, this one a switch
Doing my dance in here thuggin'
Yeah, he hating for free
The nigga's a bitch
I'm in here with Nina Simone
I made her top fast, gave her some tit's
Pulling her hair, then she stutter, yeah
Fucking on her with no rubber, yeah
(Oh, yeah)

She like Baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't folding under pressure
So I had to buy her diamonds
Ain't talk 'bout shit on waist, but tell 'em
"They don't want my problems now"
We gon' double back, jump out with
Straps, run down, and pop 'em, slime
Ain't goin' for shit, I do too
Much, you can ask my mama
I be on everything
She be like, "Baby, just chill"
Uh, I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I looked in your eyes, but you looked at the
Floor, so I'm tryna know what you know
What's the deal?
Yeah, nigga, do we got a problem?
Uppin' on every car that pull beside me