Nba Youngboy – Green Dot Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Green Dot – Nba Youngboy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Dump s**t, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you
What you saying

This no facade, we up the rod, we known to send s**t up to God
You say it’s war, I do your asses like I done them f**king bars
Hello say why they tryna play like Top ain’t raw
Been up inside beef for some years
But still ain’t dead yet in this foreign car

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PTR on me, looking like this b**ch a ..
.. in my passenger seat just like a p0rnstar
Murder gang, two handles on that .223 like devil horns
Call the police, don’t call the reverend for him

Bah-bah-bah, he already dead, yeah
Caught that n**ga fumbling then they did him bad
Gang baby, had to fight in jail in different passion
Check off s**t with PayPals with certain assassins
His family know we stepped on him, I wish I could spit in his casket
F**k him, I been thugging, and bet nan one of you b**ches still gon’ touch this s**t
This s**t ain’t pretty since I came in, it been ugly
I whip out my blicky, tell my b**ch just for to kiss it if she love me

Dump s**t, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you
What you saying..②

Hold on, stop the static, yeah, slang that ratchet
Wait outside his home and push s**t up the fastest
And just in case this s**t get hectic, the FN tactic
You know them hollows coming through s**t soon as I blast it
I say this a murder zone, right here where my granddad home

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Make sure that I got Gravedigger engraved in my tombstone
Them pistols beating up off a beat, since he wanna make a song
Tell him I’m that same n**ga with holes in my shoes walk around
F**k it, we gon’ knock him down
Green dot, millionaire up in the cup .. not T top
Jumping out that gang mobile, it smell like reefer
I am not no rapper, I’m your f**king teacher

Bloody n**ga walk in c0caine white tryna turn up the meter
Talk your s**t, you gon’ lose your life the same day I meet you
This that real right s**t .. soon as I swung that heater
This that hit type s**t, paul bearers bring him out, drag him to the reaper

Dump s**t, you know that I’m walking with it on me
I say stomp him, then that’s when they stepping on your homie
I say stretch him, catch me murder walking then I bang
Pushing next to them, rip down, draw down on you
What you saying..②…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Produced by TnTXD & Dzimi
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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