NBA Youngboy – Bring ‘Em Out | Lyrics

Lyrics Bring ‘Em Out – NBA Youngboy

Bring ’em out
For that money, I’ma rush all day
Ain’t no trippin’, they bring it, I count it up now
I ain’t hear nothin’ y’all say
They don’t know I came up from the bottom
But they know that these n**gas be flodgin’
She don’t f**k with me ’cause of a dollar
From the hood, but shorty a model

If I see the lil’ b**ch, I run down on a b**ch
I don’t bust it from out of the car
I got b**ches roll 6s, on God
Lockin’ in like she a lil’ boy
Ain’t no holdin’ nothin’ back, I go hard
How I live, I be playin’ my cards
On the real, I got bro with the rods

He gon’ shoot it the minute he saw it
He gon’ take off, I’m pointin’ the masi
Get that money and f**k on these h*es
Run it up, and then stick to the code
Double R, that’s the life that he chose
I be steppin’ in Margiela mode

I got Louboutin all on my clothes
On these pills, I be tweakin’, I’m froze
Hunnid, hunnid, took straight off his nose
Hunnid, hunnid, watch straight off his nose
My baby a baby, be screamin’ out, Slatt
Spend a check and I’m gettin’ it back
Real gangster, ride ’round in a Lac’
Hand out money so bro get a pack
Every come Monday, I give her a bag
Every two weeks, she go get her a wax

Let ’em keep talkin’, I been on his ass
Let ’em keep talkin’, I been on his ass
I’ma spin on his ass, I’ma blow out his mind
Let off a shot, he want war with the slime
Ride in the front, do the dash, I’m slidin’
Pullin’ straight up with your b**ch on the side
Pull up, start dumpin’, and send ’em a sign
Real gangsters, they know he a ho, he be hidin’
Like a soul or show, we gon’ send a deposit

Turn up, bad, yeah
I’m the one you talk ’bout with these h*es
I got cash, yeah, I fill up my pocket with these rolls
I’m her man, yeah, asked her for to leave, she ain’t wan’ go
I’m in a band, yeah
I got drums on bottom of these sticks if you ain’t know
I can dig up some gold like LSU
Make a beat wit’ the Glock like I’m Saddam
She be talkin’ to me like a baby
Had to ask the lil’ ho
Where your mother went
Don’t wan’ f**k her, I lie, been celibate
Play that role until you come relevant
Give a bag I know they gon’ step on s**t
I play dumb, don’t wan’ hear what they tellin’ me

I’ma gangsta for real, ain’t no cappin’
If I tell ’em to kill, they gon’ stamp it
I be thuggin’ for real, I don’t panic
You could play, send a shot at yo’ mammy
Findin’ money around like some dandruff
I be dancin’ like Elvis, go Manson
Helter Skelter, I kill da whole clan and
Say a prayer, then I go back to plannin’
She ain’t right tryna trap with a baby
I’ma throw me one back and go brazy
She gon’ find out ’bout that and go crazy
Stay down, kept it real, and he made it

They be thinkin’ that Baba Jamaican
He gon’ go to the max he a madman
I got Molly in me like a beach tan
I put J on my feet with them old bands
I went bought 23 with the old money
I could go pull out some old hunnids
I got a whole lot of new money
I say a word, get you fronted
I say a word, get you knocked off
I take the charge, it’s my fault
I send them youngins to spin on yo bin
They knocking you off and yo role dog
And I get the addy or drop where you be at
We gon’ blow it and tear the whole house down
And I’m on the block where you barely could be at
It won’t take you that long to get shot down
If they deep as a b**ch, I’ma spray around

Hit the trap in the north where I’m hardly found
Old heads, they a Vet, they gon’ roll around
If they know that they got it, they do it now
I got money
That’s it man you got me trippin’ in this b**ch
Mane ain’t never bring the hook up
I’m slime n**ga, it ain’t nothing…

➤ Written by NBA Youngboy
Produced by PlayBoy On The Beat
NBA Youngboy | 2019