NBA YoungBoy I Hate Myself Lyrics

Song Info: NBA YoungBoy I Hate Myself Song.

NBA YoungBoy I Hate Myself Lyrics

[Intro]
Say, 10
Let’s hear this $hit, Rell (Hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
I don’t give a fu©k, man, look ([email protected], yeah)

[Verse]
“YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them”
Tell them [email protected], “fu©k ’em,” and they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ $hit when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they gon’ fu©k wit’ him
Clean up on aisle O, youngin’ let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, [email protected] know that’s my smoke
He called me a bit©h, that’s India, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bit©h, I got like thirty million, my mind gone
And I’m gon’ be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I’m bumpin’ Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why you drop that whack-a$$ song? Pu$$y bit©h, you should’ve known
My daddy tell me, “Leave it ‘lone,” but I’m like, “Man, fu©k them [email protected]
Used to fu©k with Gucci ’til I seen he like them pu$$y [email protected]
Momma know I’m ruthless, talkin’ stupid, make me bust a [email protected]
They know I’m on house arrest so they feel like they official
bit©h, I kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don’t like you [email protected]
Feds wanna lock a [email protected] up ’cause he tote baby missiles
bit©h, don’t bring my baby momma up, she richer than your [email protected]
Every [email protected] did a feature with you, slime out to get ’em
Set ’em up then point a [email protected], field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like you don’t know
Baby with ’em, 4PF, four poles firin’
Want me for to die? Tell that pu$$y, “Cross the line”
I ain’t got no fu©kin’ mind, tell ’em, “Free Baba,” that’s my evil twin
Youngin bouncin’ on his tippy-toes when he creepin’ in
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in
I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain’t got no fu©kin’ friends
He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover
He got Bentley GT, Redeyes, black coating
Slidin’ in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
Pu$$y [email protected] dissin’ me, mad about his dead homie
[email protected], I’m a real Blood, and I’m screamin’, “Blatt”
I get free, they know where I’m at, I’m posted ‘cross that track
Still don’t wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
Board the jet, you know I’m flyin’ off, I land, I’m smokin’ thrax
Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too
I don’t give no fu©k about this rap $hit, I’ll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds, fu©k that [email protected], he a bit©h, too
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bit©h grieve too
And that lil’ bit©h, she say, “4L,” huh? I say, “Heads or tails, slime”
Tell ’em, “Kill YoungBoy,” all of y’all gon’ fu©kin’ fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime
Stomp him in his fu©kin’ face, I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meechy off the line, [email protected] know I’m big slime
Win or lose, no draw, [email protected], them boys know I’m ’bout mine
Don’t know nothin’ but slang iron, ain’t respondin’ no more
I just wanna make the bit©h go, he waitin’ from the go (Ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don’t let me find your home (fu©k you)
They don’t let me see my daughter from the time I’m on (bit©h, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that’s the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don’t even like me, bit©h, don’t call my phone (fu©k you)
Tell Apple I said, “fu©k ’em,” they promote his song (Say, 10, fu©k you)
They be hatin’ on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (fu©k you)
YouTube streamers, they be di©k-ridin’, don’t react no more (fu©k you)
You fu©k with them, don’t fu©k with me and that’s just how that go
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope
Chinese Kitty don’t wanna be my girl, she like them folks
Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, “No”
Sarah Snyder always think I’m trippin’ ’cause I’m real slow
Hold on, I ain’t even, I ain’t even rappin’, Jason
I’m really just, I’m really just lettin’ these [email protected] know it’s, “fu©k them”
You heard me? These bit©h-a$$ [email protected] act like they scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thuggin’, I been slime, I ain’t scared to die
I don’t fu©k with CC, but my oldest brother Crip
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him
I be on repeat, waitin’ on them just for to trip
fu©k the whole industry, they know, don’t try to get at him
[Outro]
Hah, yeah, it’s 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, [email protected], free DDawg
We put guns to the face, bit©h-a$$ [email protected], how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say, [email protected], who gon’ die today?
bit©h-a$$ [email protected], we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bit©h-a$$, man, these bit©h-a$$ [email protected] act like they don’t like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can’t say not one thing YoungBoy did to these hoe-a$$ [email protected]
These bit©h-a$$ [email protected] be hatin’, you heard me? I ain’t trippin’ these fu©k-a$$ [email protected]
These fu©k-a$$ [email protected] gon’ catch it, you heard me? They gon’ catch it
These gon’ catch everything a [email protected] throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime $hit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon’ bang for life, [email protected], how you wanna do it, four? Yeah
And I don’t fu©k with you [email protected], believe that
(YoungBoy, they gon’ kill you, you better stop dissin’ them
Tell them [email protected], “fu©k ’em,” man, they know that I ain’t scared of them
How you talkin’ $hit when nothin’ ain’t died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they gon’ fu©k wit’ him)

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