nbayoungboybunii lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
bast*rds
Si—, sio you crazy
Ba-
Ars
You are one sick bast*rd

[Chorus]
Come and sell your soul to Ars, or I'ma take it from you (Or I'ma take it from you; Ars)
He keep playing like he hard, I grab that stick, he dumpin' (E-yeah)
I might sacrifice my bro, I'm always up to something (I'm always up to something)
Seventeen, I hit six figures like this sh*t is nothing
My ex hating, but I make more than her parents do (Yeah, damn)
Flex that check, you cannot spend that on a pair of shoes, damn
Copy everything I say, just a like a parrot do, damn
Way too tapped in with these demons, I'm not scared of you

[Verse]
I might walk around with a dirty stick
Hit the plug, got a Perc-30, I'ma hit his ass with a dirty clip
I don't even want a bad ho, I'm outside looking for a nerdy b*tch
Don't let me around yo' ho, I'ma hit her ass with some flirty sh*t
"Oh my God, bunii, I'm your biggest fan"
Can't be trusted with these dumb hoes, keep it in my pants
Choppa sprayin', make you dumb, ho, now we can't stand
I'm 6'4, stand on my money, I could seed you pant
Baby, do it with no hands
[Chorus]
Come and sell your soul to Ars, or I'ma take it from you (Or I'ma take it from you; Ars)
He keep playing like he hard, I grab that stick, he dumpin' (E-yeah)
I might sacrifice my bro, I'm always up to something (I'm always up to something)
Seventeen, I hit six figures like this sh*t is nothing
My ex hating, but I make more than her parents do (Yeah, damn)
Flex that check, you cannot spend that on a pair of shoes, damn
Copy everything I say, just a like a parrot do, damn
Way too tapped in with these demons, I'm not sc— (I love 6yari)


[Part II]

[Intro]
B-L-E-Blued
Told her

[Chorus]
Told her "I'm gon' make it, shawty, we gon' be okay"
I don't need no label, sorry, I won't be yo' slave
Talking tough, he fakin', I'ma pull out, let it spray
Talking tough behind me, better say it to my face
Who are you?
I'ma let the choppa turn 'em blue (B-L-E-Blued)
Sell your soul to Ars or I'ma kill you and your crew
Supposedly that's your girl, why is sending me nudes?
It's 2025, why the f*ck you wearing Trues? (bast*rds)
Told her-, told her "I'm gon' make it, shawty, we gon' be okay"
I don't need no label, sorry, I won't be yo' slave
Talking tough, he fakin', I'ma pull out, let it spray
Talking tough behind me, better say it to my face
Who are you?
I'ma let the choppa turn 'em blue (B-L-E-Blued)
Sell your soul to Ars or I'ma kill you and your crew
Supposedly that's your girl, why is sending me nudes?
It's 2025, why the f*ck you wearing Trues?