Ringtone I Hate YoungBoy – NBA YoungBoy

I Hate YoungBoy - NBA YoungBoy Ringtone Lyrics:

"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them niggas, "Fuck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (Scared of them)
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O, youngin let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, nigga know that's my smoke (My smoke)
He called me a bitch, that's India, that be your ho (Your ho)
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', 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 he drop that whack-ass song? Pussy bitch, you should've known (Should've known)
My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, fuck them niggas"
Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas (Bitch)
Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga (Bust it)
They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (Yeah, yeah)
Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles
Bitch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas (Rich)
Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (Know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin'
Want me for to die? Tell that pussy, "Cross the line"
I ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, "Free Baba," that's my evil twin (My twin)