I Ain’t Hiding (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Yamine]
Yo. Yamine. yeah. let's get it

[Verse 1: NBA Youngboy]
Private number call my phone say that ima kill ya
I told that n*gga I ain't hiding I'm probably in yo city
I keep it with me pull on me and sh*t gone get wicked
All this sh*t these n*ggas doing i swear that i don't feel them
11 thousand around my neck and that's just up in chains
10 bands up in pocket fresh up out the bank
You ain't my roun pus*y n*gga you don't feel my pain
This sh*t i spit on tracks straight facts
It ain't a f*cking game
It ain't a song that I write I don't think about Dave
I walk on stage , thousand people screaming my name
He probably think i owed him something
I don't owe him a thing
b*tch you gone make me show you something
You go against the grain
Send my n*ggas to bust you up since you think that i'm playing
One night we hit two back to back
Like n*gga what you saying ?
I cut the barrel, make it short, got that from cross the track
Catch you slipping down bad and we gone bust your ass
My OG say cause you'll shoot that don't make you a man
It's how you play your hand or react when you in that jam
This for my n*ggas dead and gone and the one's in the can
Ima forever hold it down forever take a stand
[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
You say you looking for me n*gga?
I ain't hiding bout it
Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get Touched)
I could bet 5 on it
That's on my mama all us bout that drama
(b*tch we Slanging iron bout it)
Reppin like you step we really spare
(These n*ggas lying bout it)
50 round choppa for whoever want it
You know how we coming
Run up on ya put this b*tch up on ya, put this b*tch up on ya
sh*t get gutta gotta stay up on it
Never know who out to get ya
Better watch yo homies

[Verse 2: Yamine]
I'm from zone 3
Young n*gga don't play with me (nope)
I don't f*ck with 40s
I mess with that 23 (yup)
Yo girl say that she on me
But It don't make sense to me (what)
All red on me my n*gga
You don't see anything (ho)
I'll f*ck you up in a fight
n*gga we in any ring (hell yeah)
I said YoungBoy al' get you right
And also your whole team (mhm)
This n*gga so screwed up in the head
He on any scene (nope)
He know that he rollin' with Yamine
And I ain't no fiend (nope)
50 rounds of ammo n*gga
You don't want these clips (BAM)
f*ck around with me my n*gga
I'll scrape you like some chips (ho)

[Hook: NBA Youngboy]
You say you looking for me n*gga?
I ain't hiding bout it
Drop yo nuts and play with me (Get Touched)
I could bet 5 on it
That's on my mama all us bout that drama
(b*tch we Slanging iron bout it)
Reppin like you step we really spare
(These n*ggas lying bout it)
50 round choppa for whoever want it
You know how we coming
Run up on ya put this b*tch up on ya, put this b*tch up on ya
sh*t get gutta gotta stay up on it
Never know who out to get ya
Better watch yo homies