NBA YoungBoy - I Hate YoungBoy lyrics

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)

"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

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)