I hate YoungBoy

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)

[Verse]
“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

How you talkin’ shit when nothin’
ain’t died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that,
they 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

He called me a bitch, that’s India,
that be your ho
Posted with that stick like Indians,
they want my soul

Post about it, bitch,
I got like thirty million,
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 you drop that whack-ass song? Pussy bitch,
you 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
Momma know I’m ruthless,
talkin’ stupid,
make me bust a nigga

They know I’m on house arrest
so they feel like they official
Bitch, I kill you,
then I take your whistle,
God know I don’t like you niggas

Feds wanna lock a nigga up
’cause he tote baby missiles
Bitch,
don’t bring my baby momma up,
she richer than your niggas

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 you don’t 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

Youngin bouncin’
on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in
He get drug tested but still on dope,
prescription came in

I be turnt up with my baby mommas,
I ain’t got no fuckin’ friends
He got Rolls, my McLaren,
he got Maybach and Range Rover

He got Bentley GT,
Redeyes,
black coating
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
Still don’t wanna drop my son off,
know somebody might get 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

I don’t give no fuck about this rap shit,
I’ll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds,
fuck that nigga,
he a bitch,
too

Tell him sit on side your cousin
momma while that bitch grieve too
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
Let me check my mail,
five,
fifteen mills, just for the slime

Stomp him in his fuckin’ face,
I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meechy off the line,
niggas know I’m big slime

Win or lose, no draw, nigga,
them boys know I’m ’bout mine
Don’t know nothin’ but slang iron,
ain’t respondin’ no more

I just wanna make the bitch go,
he waitin’ from the go (Ha-ha)
You know where I stay,
don’t let me find your home (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 (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
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

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

I be on DC, DC, Marvel,
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, four? 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 gon’ fuck wit’ him)