Black Lyrics by NBA YoungBoy from the “I Rest My Case” album is a Newly released English song. Black Lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Jasiah & Powers Pleasant while the song is produced by Jasiah, Kid Krazy & Powers Pleasant. The song was published on January 6, 2023.
Black Song Details:
| Song: | Black |
| Album: | I Rest My Case |
| Singer(s): | NBA YoungBoy |
| Produced by: | Jasiah, Kid Krazy & Powers Pleasant |
| Written by: | YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Jasiah & Powers Pleasant |
| Label: | Motown Records & Never Broke Again |
| Release Date: | January 6, 2023 |
Black Lyrics
Hm, hm, hm, mm
Pull up, G-Wagon, huh, mm
Mm
Different, mm
(They h*es)
Uh, hey, yeah, uh-huh
(These n**gas, they h*es)
We don’t f**k with these n**gas
They h*es (What?)
Fire, b*tch, gang, uh, uh, uh
(We don’t f**k with these n**gas, they h*es)
Mm, mm
(I don’t f**k with these n**gas, they h*es)
Who the f**k is lil’ shawty? (F**k is lil’ shawty?)
Where the f**k is yo’ n**ga? (F**k is yo’ n**ga?)
How you get to this party? Don’t bring Backwoods, I like Swishers
I gotta Draco in the sack now, shoot the car, tryna knock out the engine (Boom, baow, baow)
I keep this sh*t kicking on top of my pendant
Dirty rod in my pouch, gotta know I ain’t slipping (Go)
Black, hm, hm, I want everything black, uh (Black)
I want everything black (Black), I’m buying everything, black (Black)
I want that a*s, fat (A*s fat), my Range Rover black
I want a whole ‘nother bag, huh, I want a hundred-round Gat
And I want lil’ shawty, she bad, huh, I wanna beat in the back
And I wanna kill all my opps, they ain’t coming back
I want hit her, she thick (Woo), I wanna keep dissing on tracks
And I went bought like thirty Rollies like a n**ga Ric Flair
Wait, hm, like a n**ga Ric Flair, mm (Ah)
And I want damn near thirty Rollies like a n**ga Ric Flair
Ha, haha, like a n**ga Ric Flair, ha (You already know)
And I’m so high, might fly a b*tch off, finna dye my hair (Uh)
These rappers be talking this sh*t and they broke
And they know for a fact I make slimes pull up
They be stealing the swag so we f**king they ho
Pick her up, beat the b*tch in the back of my truck
I don’t care, all this money not here for the shirt
Let her ride me on top while I sit in the chair
I be fiending, b*tch, I be taking these kills
I could pull her sh*t off ‘Cause I pay for the hair
Different, mm-ah
And, I don’t f**k with these n**gas, they h*es
We don’t f**k with these n**gas, they h*es
Why you think we be f**king they h*es?
Tell them that I was just f**king (Rich, rich, rich, rich)
How you think that I pay for that Rolls?
I just kept dope in the paint
They know that I brought my bros