NBA YoungBoy - Expensive Taste lyrics

(D-Roc, D-Roc)

Fuck them racks, I keep a card
I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way
When she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga
Expensive bottle for bitches
Main nigga wit' millions
Straight from the bottom my nigga
Gravedigga' and you know that
He don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got
A problem with niggas

Big issues
He ain't trippin' 'cause his sack thicker
Wonder how she feel that she finna
Get married to that nigga
Got to know I'm ready
She know I been waitin' plenty minutes
And she too bad for them jeans
Can't do no skinny dippin'
Ain't never worried 'bout these niggas
I do the realest pimpin'
Mink coat, styrofoam dope
How I walk up in it
From off the porch
They'll never know how
These diamonds glistening
Made it out
Young nigga been on suicidal missions
I got on gang attire nigga
This be the best of linen
Ride in a Lincoln, when linkin'
No I don't need your lendin'
She think she got one up on me
I blew a bag on my homie
I got a chance and I boned it
Think all these niggas are phony
Wake up and smoke in the mornin'
I rep that flag wit' my blood
These niggas know that I'm on it
I let off shots in the club
And these bitches wan' be my mommy
But you know you not my girl
Flood her finger with diamonds
No, I can't turn up your world

This a new gee-ski
Better have your shit together
When you see me
Nigga know I'm covered down in green
But for a fact, I'm bleedin'
Nigga knowin' that I'm strapped
You better clap soon as you see me
Won't buy her anything
But flood my sister for any reason

Cocaine white like I'm sellin' drugs
That's a new foreign off the
Lot for my thug
Why?
Cause he been wit' me way before
I even knew who I was
Lil shorty wit' me and she got me
She don't care 'bout no buzz
1942 get her drunk, no
She don't leave wit' a buzz
The feds on me, watch how I talk
I think they planted a bug
What the fuck wrong wit' me?
Spent a couple million
Wake up then the label sent another million
Ain't no slippin', on my pimpin'
Got it on me know I'm grippin'
Every time I sent a blitz, they zipped 'em
Rare they fail a mission
'Cause they know we get it done, as usual
How we come
Let 'em keep thinkin' I'm dumb
I'm never done
Check how my pockets, got them mumps
Check how them draco's got them drums
Make a beat like a band
Flood her wit' bands
Make her so hot
They gon' think she got a tan
Nigga know I'm known to bust my gun
For a fact I ain't never ran, this who I am
Better speak clear or I can't
Hear what you sayin'

Fuck them racks, I keep a card
I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way
When she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, bad nigga
Expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga wit' millions
Straight from the bottom my nigga
Gravedigga' and you know he
Don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got
A problem with niggas

Dirty cutter
Crazy how a choppa clean up the block
Won fights inside the hood
Lost fights inside the block, it never stop
Come from the ground, I ain't use a crane
I rushed to top
Play wit' them glizzys like Shmurda
They know that lil' nigga hot
And I got ten cars
I ain't never showed the shit that I got
I could have ten broads
But ain't nothin' worth the
Bitch on my side
Could be the best one recordin'
But ain't nothin' worth Jason spot
I get in, then hit it hard
Then I cum on her twat
He can be a robber
Bet that nigga won't stick his
Hand in my pocket
Cut off his arm
Bet he won't say that he took off on AI
I had it hard, I walked on feet
But now fly on a G5
Hope he don't think he could G me
I ain't goin for no G
Five
And that my blood, he get it brackin'
He got to war when we firin'
Yeah, that my 10 to then end, we gon' spin
Got Dior on my glasses
And got Nick behind the lens
Just me, my sister, my mama and girl
No I don't need no friends
But I don't got a gun
I got a knife for when they kickin' in
I'm sleepin' lightly through the night
Just in case Casper in
I got them capsules in New York
And they got molly in it
Imagine every friend wit' the shit
Just don't let holly in
Fuck them racks, I keep a card
I got the Glock in the middle
Finna buy a flight and get away
After I pop me a nigga
I take a flight and get away
'cause I can't tolerate niggas
Gotta get mine, straight out the gate
Hustlin' for more than eight figures

Fuck that money, got a black card
My Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my niggas
He this and that
But tell me how the fuck do they figure
He worried 'bout any one these
Niggas or these bitches
(How, how)

Fuck them racks, I keep a card
I got the Glock in the middle
Know I'ma spin 'bout my nigga
I told her hit me on the way
When she headin' home
I'ma have it lookin' nice when she get here
Real hitta, band nigga
Expensive bottle for bitches
Made nigga wit' millions
Straight from the bottom my nigga
Gravedigga' and you know he
Don't tolerate mentions
Dirty choppa if he ever got
A problem with niggas
(It's Slimeto, Lil Top, AI
YoungBoy, nigga, Kentrell)