NBA YoungBoy – Ryte Night Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Ryte Night – NBA YoungBoy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Nighttime, I’m up at the right time, uh, uh
Sewer diamonds, I say he get piped now
Demon baby, killin’ s**t on sight now
Money crazy, stay with least a hunnid thousand

Loaded, n**ga know I’m in his b**ch just like I’m big Phil
Straight out them trenches but I still be with that s**t still
I’m out the roof, I’m steady foldin’, I’m off of three pills
Like, b**ch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it’s been real

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Tryna talk, bodies gettin’ stepped on
The joke’s on you, you diss, now you gettin’ repped on
She a trap b**ch, she know how to change tones
Real grave diggas doin’ clutch off the same phone

With nine inch heels, buss a check in his dome
F**k how them coppers feel, stick any one I left, uh
Get put up when I’m stayin’ down, don’t kill ’em with the city state
But I’m gon’ let ’em slide
I’m just gon’ catch him and stomp in his face

Uh, nighttime, I’m up at the right time, uh, uh
Sewer diamonds, I say he get piped now
Demon baby, killin’ s**t on sight now
Money crazy, stay with least a hunnid thousand

Loaded, n**ga know I’m in his b**ch just like I’m big Phil
Straight out them trenches but I still be with that s**t still
I’m out the roof, I’m steady foldin’, I’m off of three pills
Like, b**ch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it’s been real

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Gladiator, catch him slippin’, zip a hater
Cameras out there, I won’t fade ’em
Burners out here, toxic face ’em
Rich forever, no Schwarzeneggar
Diamond face, that’s a Terminator
Diamond face like I work a pager
Diamonds worth are forever greater

Big B, this is murder business
Sittin’, watchin’, I can’t take the K
Not goin’, Tay, I gotta excuse myself
B**сh n**ga, you don’t need no face
Strapped down, I need both thots
Through the date on the day I’m gon’ make it
Lookin’ down on these p**sy n**gas
Jokin’, all of these h*es hatin’

Uh, nighttime, I’m up at the right time, uh, uh
Sewer diamonds, I say he get piped now
Demon baby, killin’ s**t on sight now
Money crazy, stay with least a hunnid thousand

Loaded, n**ga know I’m in his b**ch just like I’m big Phil
Straight out them trenches but I still be with that s**t still
I’m out the roof, I’m steady foldin’, I’m off of three pills
Like, b**ch, you sleep, get left deceased, you know it’s been real…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Never Broke Again Vol.1: Ain’t Too Long 2
Produced by TayTayMadeIt
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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