I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy

I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy is the latest English song. I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics are written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again while the song is produced by Horridrunitup, K10, Rellmadedat.

I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics

I Hate YoungBoy Song Details:

Song: I Hate YoungBoy
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
Produced by : Horridrunitup, K10, Rellmadedat
Lyrics: YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I Hate YoungBoy Lyrics

Say, 10
Let’s Hear This Sh!t, Rell (Hah, Hah)
Horrid, Run It Up (Lil Top)
I Don’t Give A Fu*k, Man, Look (N!gga, Yeah!)

YoungBoy, They Gone Kill You
You Better Stop Dissing Them
Tell Them N!ggas, Fu*k Them,
And They Know That I Aingt Scared Of Them
How You Talking Sh!t
When Nothing Aingt Died About Your Cousin Nem?
Quando Got No Filter, And He Say That
They Gone Fu*k Wit’ Him
Clean Up On Aisle O, Younging Let That Chop Blow
Aye! My Brother Let That Stick Blow
N!gga Know That’s My Smoke
He Called Me A B!tch, That’s India, That Be Your Ho
Posted With That Stick Like Indians, They Want My Soul
Post About It, B!tch
I Got Like Thirty Million, My Mind Gone
And I’m Gone Be Rich Inside My Casket Once My Time Gone
I’m Bumping Wooski
Turnt Up With Some Groupies While At My Home
Why You Drop That Whack-A$$ Song?
Pu*sy B!tch, You Should’ve Known
My Daddy Tell Me, Leave It ‘lone,
But I’m Like, Man, Fu*k Them N!ggas
Used To Fu*k With Gucci
’til I Seen He Like Them Pu*sy N!ggas
Momma Know I’m Ruthless, Talking Stupid
Make Me Bust A N!gga
They Know I’m On House Arrest
So They Feel Like They Official
B!tch, I Kill You, Then I Take Your Whistle
God Know I Don’t Like You N!ggas
Feds Wanna Lock A N!gga Up
‘Cause He Tote Baby Missiles
B!tch, Don’t Bring My Baby Momma Up
She Richer Than Your N!ggas
Every N!gga Did A Feature With You
Slime Out To Get Them
Set Them Up Then Point A N!gga
Field Goal, Romo
Know I Keep That Nine With Me
You Can Act Like You Don’t Know
Baby With Them, 4PF, Four Poles Firing
Want Me For To Die? Tell That Pu*sy, Cross The Line
I Aingt Got No Fu*king Mind, Tell Them
Free Baba, That’s My Evil Twin
Youngin Bouncing On His Tippy-Toes When He Creeping In
He Get Drug Tested But Still On Dope
Prescription Came In
I Be Turnt Up With My Baby Mommas
I Aingt Got No Fu*king Friends
He Got Rolls, My McLaren
He Got Maybach And Range Rover
He Got Bentley GT, Redeyes, Black Coating
Sliding In A Tesla, And He Got That Yay On
Pu*sy N!gga Dissing Me, Mad About His Dead Homie
N!gga, I’m A Real Blood, And I’m Screaming, Blatt
I Get Free, They Know Where I’m At
I’m Posted ‘cross That Track
Still Don’t Wanna Drop My Son Off
Know Somebody Might Get Whacked
Board The Jet, You Know I’m Flying Off
I Land, I’m Smoking Thrax
Where You At? Your Security, They Get Bust At Too
I Don’t Give No Fu*k About This Rap Sh!t
I’ll Bust At You
Your Daddy Hit The Feds, Fu*k That N!gga, He A B!tch, Too
Tell Him Sit On Side Your Cousin Momma
While That B!tch Grieve Too
And That Lil’ B!tch, She Say, 4L, Huh!?
I Say, Heads Or Tails, Slime
Tell Them, Kill YoungBoy,
All Of Why All Gone Fu*king Fail, Hah
Let Me Check My Mail, Five, Fifteen Mills
Just For The Slime
Stomp Him In His Fu*king Face
I Left Him With My Nike Sign
Free Lil Meechy Off The Line, N!ggas Know I’m Big Slime
Win Or Lose, No Draw, N!gga
Them Boys Know I’m About Mine
Don’t Know Nothing But Slang Iron
Aingt Responding No More
I Just Wanna Make The B!tch Go
He Waiting From The Go (Ha-Ha)
You Know Where I Stay
Don’t Let Me Find Your Home (Fu*k You)
They Don’t Let Me See
My Daughter From The Time I’m On (B!tch, Boom, Boom)
Hear That Blicky Sound, That’s The Dada Tone
Feel Like Boosie Don’t Even Like Me
B!tch, Don’t Call My Phone (Fu*k You)
Tell Apple I Said, Fu*k Them,
They Promote His Song (Say, 10, Fu*k You)
They Be Hating On Tim And Quando
They Act Like They Wrong (Fu*k You)
YouTube Streamers, They Be D!ck-Riding
Don’t React No More (Fu*k You)
You Fu*k With Them
Don’t Fu*k 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
Momma Told Me For To Take My Ritalin And I Said, No
Sarah Snyder Always Think I’m Tripping
‘Cause I’m Real Slow
Hold On, I Aingt Even, I Aingt Even Rapping, Jason
I’m Really Just, I’m Really Just Letting
These N!ggas Know It’s, Fu*k Them
You Heard Me? These B!tch-A$$ N!ggas Act Like
They Scared To Die
YoungBoy, I Been Thugging, I Been Slime
I Aingt Scared To Die
I Don’t Fu*k With CC, But My Oldest Brother Crip
I Be On DC, DC, Marvel, That Be Him
I Be On Repeat, Waiting On Them Just For To Trip
Fu*k The Whole Industry, They Know
Don’t Try To Get At Him

Hah, Yeah! It’s 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, N!gga, Free DDawg
We Put Guns To The Face, B!tch-A$$ N!gga
How You Wanna Do It?
You Already Know What I Say, N!gga, Who Gone Die Today?
B!tch-A$$ N!gga, We Put Guns To The Face, You Heard Me?
Them B!tch-A$$, Man
These B!tch-A$$ N!ggas Act Like They Don’t Like YoungBoy
I Guarantee You Can’t Say Not One Thing
YoungBoy Did To These Hoe-A$$ N!ggas
These B!tch-A$$ N!ggas Be Hating
You Heard Me? I Aingt Tripping These Fu*k-A$$ N!ggas
These Fu*k-A$$ N!ggas Gone Catch It
You Heard Me? They Gone Catch It
These Gone Catch Everything A N!gga Throw At Them
Believe That
You Heard Me? This Slime Sh!t, You Hear Me?
Big 5, You Hear Me?
We Gone Bang For Life, N!gga
How You Wanna Do It, Four? Yeah!
And I Don’t Fu*k With You N!ggas, Believe That
(YoungBoy, They Gone Kill You
You Better Stop Dissing Them
Tell Them N!ggas, Fu*k Them,
Man, They Know That I Aingt Scared Of Them
How You Talking Sh!t
When Nothing Aingt Died About Your Cousin Nem?
Quando Got No Filter, Yeah!
He Say That, They Gone Fu*k Wit’ Him)

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