Lyrics AMPD UP – NBA Youngboy ft. MouseOnDaTrack
Shawty goin’ crazy, hit it and she throwin’ all that a*s on me
I’m in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I’m doin’ my dance, don’t try to act on me
Goin’ through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
Yeah, I’m sweatin’ bad on that s**t, boy
If I put you on my list you gon’ get blicked, some with that hit squad
I’m the same n**ga, once that s**t get started, then I get goin’
Man, f**k that s**t, I’m in this b**ch, don’t play with me
I’m amped up and I’m in here doin’ a grave digger
Hope you ain’t pull up to my show, ain’t brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Play and you won’t make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon’ get stained with ’em
I got a seventy-round stick, inside, a bag of .223s
Duh, I made the screamin’, put your p**sy a*s to sleep
I said I hate all these n**gas and all these n**gas hate YB
Don’t trust these h*es but all these h*es be all on me
Look, b**ch make one diss, we gon’ bust your tomato
How you out a blick It ain’t nowhere that I came though
You better get your b**ch, come with my clique, she get dicked down
Come on, punch me in my s**t, watch how my youngin’ wave my switch ’round
I don’t know you ’round this b**ch, you don’t exist, I make you get down
Baow, baow, baow, baow, that’s that choppa sound
Whipped down, jump out with guns, try to run and we gon’ chase ya down
Hrrt, pow, whoop, baow, skrrt, with your body now
I’m amped up and I’m in here doin’ a grave digger
Hope you ain’t pull up to my show, ain’t brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Yeah, and you won’t make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon’ get stained with ’em
Shawty goin’ crazy, hit it and she throwin’ all that a*s on me
I’m in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I’m doin’ my dance, don’t try to act on me
Goin’ through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me
She arch her back and throw that a*s like a boomerang
Clique of bad b**ches poppin’ p**sy, that’s the Gucci gang
Booty hangin’ out her shorts, she dressin’ like a hoochie mane
Popped .. back and I’ma f**k her like a Superman, I’m flyer than a b**ch
Casamigos got me out my mind in this b**ch
And I keep gettin’ better like some wine in this b**ch
The only thing I love with drink I time in this b**ch
Shawty got some back
Keep me comin’ back
I treat her like a snack though
I need to put it in
Cut the people out of business, gotta keep it under raps
Better keep that money comin’ ’cause it keep a n**ga amped
I’m amped up and I’m in here doin’ a grave digger
Hope you ain’t pull up to my show, ain’t brought ya case with ya
We in the backend full of dope, we snap up gang pictures
Yeah, and you won’t make it to the door, better hit the floor, you gon’ get stained with ’em
Shawty goin’ crazy, hit it and she throwin’ all that a*s on me
I’m in here with the murder babies, with that sack on me
Baow, I’m doin’ my dance, don’t try to act on me
Goin’ through that jet but with my friends, I got that Yak on me…
➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Mouse On Tha Track, Khris James & MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz
Album: 3800 Degrees
Produced by Khris James, MarcussMuzik Of Beat Execz & A1 Rocky
NBA YoungBoy | MouseOnDaTrack | 2022
