NBA Youngboy – Sticks with me Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Sticks with me – NBA Youngboy

Shawty said she need me and I ain’t never needed her
Not for anything and it don’t make sense to me
All I ever need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherf**kin’ sticks with me

Ooh, ooh, all these f**kin’ shots with me, hah
Yeah, f**k these h*es, man, f**k all these n**gas
You know how I get down on top, yeah

Dirty ass n**ga, pull up fresher than a newborn
This s**t just got compressed, yeah, this that new bomb
Three-five, that’s all I could do for ’em
Tried to take it, take off his arm, the first shot, that’s the alarm
You gon’ see ’bout twenty n**gas right behind me and they all armed
I go post up in that North like, n**ga, I ain’t got no worries

My momma tell me, f**k a n**ga
Shoot that one who come through swervin’
What she said on Instagram
He better shoot ’til he can’t shoot no more
Back then outside the TV storm
Like boy, you know you been a ho
This thug life s**t’ll never go
My son be screamin’, gang, gang

His momma call my phone
Every time she know I left a stain
F**k these n**gas and f**k all that blame
F**k these cars, I wan’ collect your brain
And if you knew how close I was
Then b**ch, you would go do the same

Glocks out, man down
He don’t know, where we ran down
What them n**gas sayin’ now
Not a motherf**kin’ thing
Catch you with your pants down
B**ch, you ain’t gotta stand down
You know the only reason that
We came in contact for to leave a stain

Ten thousand on me now
This ain’t no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin’
He gon’ clap somethin’, yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon
As we get the drop on ’em, pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra
We spinnin’ while the cops out

I pop these Blues Clues Xans
Like I’m a junky, I don’t give no f**ks
Better come correctly, b**ch
You paid to slump me, I’ma put you up
F**k a push-up, get your weight up
I got my cake up, lil’ n**ga, yeah
Got love for different s**t, boy
You ain’t on nothin’, let’s count some heads

Ten thousand on me now
This ain’t no rap money, nah, nah
I just passed it to my youngin’
He gon’ clap somethin’, yeah, yeah
You know we load up soon
As we get the drop on ’em, pop out
Just keep up with that ra-ra
We spinnin’ while the cops out

Keep it real, bro, we gotta make sure one out the gang
If we don’t go there, then it don’t happen
‘Cause them n**gas ain’t gon’ come this way
Baton Rouge, know it’s done this way
And enough for what my momma say
With that b**ch up, down and side my waist
Screamin’, Kill me, b**ch, I missed my fade
Gotta put bird back inside that cage
When you think the gang, I’m on the same
And I put two of them b**ches up for somethin’
And still got more in vain
I ain’t forget about what you did, my n**ga
Our opps don’t know about them pictures
N**ga don’t know I coulda been and zipped him
But it’s good, I respect your call, n**ga, I’ma catch ’em

Shawty said she need me and I ain’t never needed her
Not for anything and it don’t make sense to me
All I eνer need is 4KTrey and many men
And all of this money and these motherf**kin’ sticks with me

Ooh, ooh all these f**kin’ shots with me
Yeah, f**k these h*es, man, f**k all these n**gas
You know how I get down on top, yeah…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album: Still Flexin’, Still Steppin’
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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