YoungBoy Never Broke Again
In The Name Of NBA (Da Real Gee Money Diss)
[Verse]
Shout out to your main bitch, shout out to her neck
It's cold outside ain't got time to play so please don't get wet
It's just me, and my young boy at your front door, with that tech
Ain't shit free, that's it for me, I demand a check
Shout out to my weed men, I call them the geek squad
I smoke too much I just lost my thoughts I'm feeling like a retard
Got two best freaks plus me riding in that two seater
They face to face I'm by myself but they hugging like a wife beater
Shout out to my OG for him I'm putting in work
Shout out to them real killers that's putting in that twerk
Wooh 3Three a real n***a shout out to my set
Shout out to my jeweler, for my wrist and neck
You don't mess with NBA n***a you know you get shot
Like Davie shot in the fucking 10's
My shit be rich as fuck
A n***a try me, a n***a get shot up
You better stay up in your lane
All I know is bang
I'm a n***a from NBA, my gang
All my n***as bang, we don't play
Bitches so reckless, you get your cock sucked
Who the fuck is GG n***a
Me and gang will kill you n***a you will die, n***a
You n***as on my dick, my n***a 3Three get this shit together
I got the Glock on me everywhere I go
You see this shit, this is the shit I do daily
All this bullshit you did to me, fuck that
I got arrested in November and put 6 months on my shit
I don't give a fucking damn
I ain't got no respect n***a
I'm only 17 and I got a whole lot of money
Me and my n***as firing shots at every hater we know
Bitch