NBA YoungBoy – Toxic Lyrics | Official Audio

Lyrics Toxic – NBA YoungBoy / YoungBoy Never Broke Again

I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah
It ain’t nothin’ I can’t afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can’t take no chances, no, I’ma ride with the stick
Bruh, that n**ga, I’m gon’ show, all my feelings overboard

I’ma pop my s**t and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum n**ga, with that bag and who they want
Felt like from that s**t that get ’em pleased and now they on me
They gon’ play my song as if they end up all alone, yeah

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I’m on another level get another ..
Comin’ out like a ..
I ain’t signin’ that deal
I got to another bettor
If I find an amount bigger
He took that green flag and that red
Representin’ a grave digger
I’m leavin’ demons all in her head
Tryna make sure she think different

This my monkey suit
I hit licks inside that fit
And send shots out that coupe
I’m too rich to take these risks
But still gon’ step on you
Took my cash, man, chain
Come out the window, shoot
Steady blowin’ that strap
Right at your brain ’til I shoot through

I need a hunnid mill’
I done shared a hunnid tears
He said, Cool, and I say, Fire
They know n**gas die for real
Prolly fire shells up in all my rides
Bury him, he stay concealed
4KTrey, get faced lil’ b**ch
Plan on slangin’ all out on a tear

I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah
It ain’t nothin’ I can’t afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can’t take no chances, no, I’ma ride with the stick
Bruh, that n**ga, I’m gon’ show, all my feelings overboard

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I’ma pop my s**t and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum n**ga, with that bag and who they want
Felt like from that s**t that get ’em pleased and now they on me
They gon’ play my song as if they end up all alone, yeah

Stalk it up, break it up
We cuttin’ that red
You cover the whole scene
Step on ’em
The conscience that f**k with my head
Accept it like pro team
N**ga, rockabye
Tryin’ to put ’em to bed
Get put in a long-sleeve
Ballin’, too much Off-White
I want Alexander McQueen

Take one off and I take one bean
Buy like an iPhone, taste no lean
I just want the b**ch, finna get some credit
She just want me for to get her a rind
Yeah, yeah, top leave red on the scene
Covered in gunpowder, still too clean
Five percent with a strong-ass scent
In an all-white car, you know that’s me

Prolly all-red and you know a n**ga big B
Old lame ass n**gas ain’t better than me
Now I’m on seven but then I get three
Still won’t stop, I’ma count on my feet
Tell me what they hear about
I’m stuntin’ it, like, who better than me
Let the reverend speak, Christian Loub’ on feet
Murder have me bleak, b**ch, be deceased

I got embers after when I tie the weak, yeah
It ain’t nothin’ I can’t afford, in the Hellcat, press record
I can’t take no chances, no, I’ma ride with the stick
Bruh, that n**ga, I’m gon’ show, all my feelings overboard

I’ma pop my s**t and I got rich and now they on me
Temper tantrum n**ga, with that bag and who they want
Felt like from that s**t that get ’em pleased and now they on me
They gon’ play my song as if they end up all alone, yeah

Dope boy, you ain’t f**kin’ with me today slime
I was sayin’
Ayy, he wasn’t stayed up all night or somethin’
You hear me
I did, hey, you motherf**ka, two days…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again / NBA YoungBoy
Album: Until I Return
Produced by Bak, Frankie Bash, ABontheBeat & JULiA LEWiS
NBA YoungBoy | 2020

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