Lyrics Head Busted – NBA Youngboy
We in this b**ch, you already know
skeeo, you crazy
Uh Uh, Top, baow, huh
Take a look in my eyes and tell me what do you see
A n**ga got no love and never have no peace
I got it straight out the mud
I come straight out the street
Them people on me, talkin’ ’bout Feds in the city
I stand on business, so, they out to get me
They don’t like that I got plenty millions
I’m talkin’ bout cutthroat to the meat show
Every n**ga that you see run wit’ me
I got that whole thing isolated from Salt Lake to my city
B**ch I’m drawin’ down don’t play me, for I put somethin’ in ya fitted
Buckin Mills Kansas City, I get around on you b**ches
Listen to Rilla, Gotti in prison, come in my cell and kiss me
Hol’ up thottie-ottie mami, I like violence and semis, I’m dangerous
Green rag committed, I’m bangin’
Car wit’ no slingers but swangin’
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin’
B**ch you know it’s murder gang
Stalk all night we murder men
Pray all night then make that ..
Not ’round cause they ain’t elevate
They the same and I’m the one who changed
All that lame s**t get you f**ked up
B**ch if you miss just know your luck up
You’ll get your motherf**kin’ water cut
and all your partners head bust
Lil’ boy, you don’t want start wit’ us
I’m official
I’ll mask down behind my n**ga, keep a pistol
Got the industry and my whole town want to kill me
B**ch I’m cutthroat, to my opp and sure, I don’t f**k wit’ gremlins
I’m a demon, pallbearer, gravediggin’ f**k wit’ me
Real n**ga status, big dog s**t, need a big dog b**ch
Now I know you know, we don’t got to go to no store
They gon’ bring that s**t, I buy lot’s of expensive things
I’m talkin’ ’bout clothes and diamonds for her wrist
Green rag committed, I’m bangin’
Car wit’ no slingers but swangin’
Pop-out get Top, what you thinkin’
B**ch you know it’s murder gang
Stalk all night we murder men
Pray all night then make that ..
Not ’round cause they ain’t elevate
They the same and I’m the one who changed
All that lame s**t get you f**ked up
B**ch if you miss just know your luck up
You’ll get your motherf**kin’ water cut
and all your partners head bust
Lil’ boy, you don’t want start wit’ us…
➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & skeeo
Album: 3800 Degrees
Produced by skeeo
NBA YoungBoy | 2022
