38 Baby

Lyrics

I don't give a fuck who out here doing this shit man, yeah
 You know, nigga know what the fuck this is, man
 NBA man gang, ya heard me?
 I go by Young Boy, I'm the hottest younging, ya heard me?
 Fuck what a nigga talking, believe that (yeah)
 Everybody under disguise, man, they scheming
 These hoes will set you up, tell you they love you they don't mean it
 Full of syrup, bitch I'm leaning
 Smoking dope with the demon
 Send my younging at your little nigga give me a reason
 I heard a nigga say they turned me up, get off a nigga dick
 Don't like the fact that now I'm blowing up, nigga get on your shit
 I got turned on next Montana ain't nobody give me shit (no)
 Bitch I bought my own car, started my own dealership
 Cruising in Florida with my burner nigga faded
 To tell the truth, I don't why these niggas hating
 I stay with the .38, I won't let nobody take me
 And I know these niggas plotting, so I don't smile up in they faces
 Yeah, no, I ain't crazy, so bitch don't try to play me
 I'm a 38 baby, go against me I'm a slam 'em (slam 'em)
 Out the notch, know not to spare 'em (spare)
 Go with his move, bitch I dare 'em (dare 'em)
 Yeah, go with his move, bitch I dare 'em
 And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (I don't go nowhere)
 This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me)
 These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em)
 I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it (bitch I stand on it, gang)
 And I don't go nowhere without that iron on me (nowhere without that iron on me)
 This shit so cutthroat my own niggas talking down on me (my own niggas talking down on me)
 These niggas envy for no reason, I ain't got time for 'em (I ain't got time for 'em)
 I'm out that gang and what I rep', bitch I stand on it
 For so long I've been slept on, got to make them believe me
 Just bought a Glock-up out the north, so that's them shots off the 3's
 Got the law up on my ass, demons up in my dreams
 Andy Gaulden was my uncle, robbing shit in my genes
 Nigga I'll prove it while you assuming
 I'm up in Houston, brand nee rod for my younging for whoever wanna do me
 With this beef shit, I don't stop like you red bitch I'm producing
 33 let me hold the Glock, I'm just waiting for the Uzi pussy (gang, gang)
 I'm strapped in the booth right now
 But that's how the game go, they gon' talk
 You know, I ain't do nothing but turn up, niggas gon' hate
 Bitch ass nigga get your money up gang
 You heard me? I run my city, NBA, never broke again
 Yeah, 2016 shit nigga, NBA Live
 Bitch I stand on the gang
 Ayy-ayy, Youngboy
 Catch up...
 Ayy-ayy
 

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Song Details

Duration
02:53
Key
3
Tempo
152 BPM

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