NBA YoungBoy - Loner Life lyrics
[NBA YoungBoy - Loner Life lyrics]
(Hzrd went crazy on that motherfucker)
You still think about me and don't
Like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's
Alone and not much love
He ain't got none"
(Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over
(Woo, thirty poppa) , come out the window
Hangover (Woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on
With no stylist, yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid
Bands like ten thousand
Uh
She know I got that bag, I want her back
(Woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok
Turn the phone off 'til my
Whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind
What's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon'
Hit the corner
I'm in it
(Woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, woah
(Woo)
My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it
(Woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket
(Top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters
And know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they
Wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business
Don't fuck with them
Nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the whips and you know
They gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R
(Double R, double R)
I take the top off that muhfucker'
I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets run like confetti, you played with it
Come from walking with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals
Ain't playin' tennis
(Come on, slime)
You still think about me and don't
Like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's
Alone and not much love
He ain't got none"
(Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over
(Thirty poppa) , come out
The window, hangover (Woo
Hangover)
Super trendy, put that shit on
With no stylist, yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid
Bands like ten thousand
Uh
You still think about me and don't
Like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's
Alone and not much love
He ain't got none"
(Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over
(Woo, thirty poppa) , come out the window
Hangover (Woo)
Super trendy, put that shit on
With no stylist, yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid
Bands like ten thousand
Uh
She know I got that bag, I want her back
(Woo)
She know I'ma stand on this shit, ok
Turn the phone off 'til my
Whole grind turn on
Rich and he ain't got no mind
What's wrong?
I got the money, I changed my persona
Bulletproof whip, how I'm gon'
Hit the corner
I'm in it
(Woo, in it, I'm in it, yeah)
Standin' on top of these niggas, yeah
Momma, you got it, I did it, yeah
On top of the mountains with millions, woah
(Woo)
My kids gon' have it, they gon' get it
(Woo)
I just might go buy my sister a Bentley
I just might give my grandfather a ticket
(Top)
She know I'm a thug nigga, I got hitters
And know I got drugs with me
From the bottom, the Nawf, grew up in it
I come home from jail and they
Wanna put slugs in me
'Cause I'm standin' on business
Don't fuck with them
Nada percentage
The pendant got floods in it
Switch the whips and you know
They gon' rub different
From the gutter and still in the mud with it
Double R
(Double R, double R)
I take the top off that muhfucker'
I pull up in that Rover, it's truck color
Up inside the Goyard, that's a dirty cutter
I done ran up that fetty on all these niggas
Bullets run like confetti, you played with it
Come from walking with holes inside my tennis
I accomplished some goals
Ain't playin' tennis
(Come on, slime)
You still think about me and don't
Like the way that I live
Still can't figure out the way my heart is
She know that I'm a problem, "He's
Alone and not much love
He ain't got none"
(Woo-woo)
Thirty poppa came over
(Thirty poppa) , come out
The window, hangover (Woo
Hangover)
Super trendy, put that shit on
With no stylist, yeah
Yeah
Whole lotta benjis, a hunnid
Bands like ten thousand
Uh