DaBaby, NBA YoungBoy - Neighborhood Superstar lyrics
DaBaby [Jonathan Lyndale Kirk] Cleveland, Ohio, U.S. 🇺🇸
[DaBaby, NBA YoungBoy - Neighborhood Superstar lyrics]
She like Baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain't fold 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 anything (Everything)
She be like, "Baby, just chill" (Uh)
I be like, "Baby, shit real"
I look in yo' eyes, you looked at the flo'
So I'm tryna know what you know
What's the deal?
(Let's go)
What's goin' on?, Nigga we got a problem
Uppin' on every car that pull beside me
Leavin' they project full of bodies
I turn that beat to plenty hunnids
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
5K, 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 a 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'lll 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 until the mornin'
Get a bad lil' bitch so I can bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that corner
Waitin' for opps and duckin' cops
.30 on my hip and under papaw
House I got a hundred shots
Nigga spin on his block, on Dump don't stop
I can 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
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 a 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 choppas
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
I left my bitch and got something new
Left her too, bitch I'ma hound (Rawr, rawr)
Ready to bite me a nigga (I'm a dawg)
I really don't like that lil' nigga (Baby)
Ooh, he a icy lil' nigga (Go)
I'm in this bitch with that stick
Popping shit
I'ma pull that bitch out 'fore
I fight me a nigga
(Boom, boom)
I'm on vacation
I can't get my hands on a banger
I fuck around, knife me a nigga
(Fuck around, knife)
I fuck around, poke me a nigga (Poke, uh)
I fuck around, choke me a nigga (Uh, bitch)
I fuck around, 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
(Spank)
Fuck around and get spinned for a diss
(Spinned)
You gon' let them come in, get you killed
(Yeah, bitch)
Everyday, tryna stay out the way
Still adjusting to fame in this industry shit
(Yeah, nigga)
Send a hit and I 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)
Got a cold blooded killer in
The car behind me
Would've bought a new stock on
The side of his stick
(Boom, boom)
I was thinking 'bout a body, can't
Forget about the last two
He add another homi' on the list
On the daily, got two of them bitches
This one a semi, this one a switch
Doing my dance in here thuggin'
Yeah, he hating for free
That nigga's a bitch
I'm in here with Nina Simone
I made her top fast
I gave her some tit's
Pulling her hair, she stutter, yeah, fucking
On her with no rubber
Yeah
(Oh yeah)
(She like Baby blue like she from Carolina)
(Ain't fold 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 anything)
(She be like, "Baby, just chill")
(I be like, "Baby, shit real")
(I look in yo' eyes
You looked at the flo')
(So I'm tryna know what you know
What's the deal?)
(What's goin' on?, Nigga we got a problem)
(Uppin' on every car that pull beside me)