N.B.A. lyrics

[Intro: NBA Beanie]
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga
You know, Life Before Fame, you know
YoungBoy, you know, we winnin', yeah
NBA Beanie signing in n*gga
You already know what the f*ck it is, n*gga (For real)
Yeah, NBA the NavySeals, you already know from the South of Chippewa
You know what the f*ck it is (Yeah)
Yeah, you know shoutout to my gang
What up Connor? What up Kyle? What up NBA Ben?
You already know

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
In my hood used to want to be Nino
Put my headphones in, bumping Ochocinco
I won't die, this sh*t gon' end, will I see tomorrow?
Pull on side me like I'm Biggie, send 'em through the car door (Bap, bap-bap-bap-bap)
Looked up to French Montana 'cause I wanted dope
Turned a gram into a ball, I got on my toes
Listen to Scooter cause I keep them shooters where I show (Shooters with me)
Monique say, "Believe yourself, you gotta have some hope" (Gotta believe in myself)
Big city, a way of thinking, b*tch my life a movie
Know I'ma be the man, I'ma have these hoes choosin'
I want fifty grand in my pants like I'm Boosie
And get back to the hood, like I'm Frank Lucas (Like, like I'm Frank Lucas)
Jesus piece around my neck, I'm strapped up with that Tec
Think you finna disrespect me? All I did for my respect (Young n*gga)
Please don't get up outta line, I'm coming at yo' neck
Straight headshots, it don't make sense to wear a vest
I ain't cut no corners wit' chu, tell you like it is (Nah)
Be around trained shooters, NBA the NavySeals
We'll write you to this sh*t, I wish he had a deal (I wish)
And I ain't never had sh*t, just wanna touch a mill'
No music, no hook, nah
Mind of a Menace had the whole world shook
n*gga run up on me, stuntin', f*ck around and get took
Pap, ready? And Connor comin' right behind him with the Mac-11
YoungBoy (Bah)
[Bridge: NBA Connor]
b*tch, it's lit, NBA Connor signing in, n*gga
n*gga, we ain't dream chasers, n*gga, we make dreams n*gga
You know what the f*ck it is, n*gga
Bow, Youngboy eat 'em up

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Nowadays everybody want fame
These n*ggas don't know me, speak death on my name
The police, they want me because of my gang
These b*tches be fake and these n*ggas, they lame
Do a hundred years and I still won't change
I don't know that n*gga, tell 'em stay in his lane (Nah)
Pistol to his face if he say my name, my name (YoungBoy)
Told Pap go in and come outta there (Hit 'em up and come out)
Police ridin', tryna see where we posted at (Tell 'em I said, "f*ck 'em")
Pull up on they block, shots fired where they posted at (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)
Connor say, "f*ck 'em," I catch 'em, go huntin'
They dissin' my city, I bet you won't come in here
Tell him hop out, I'm shootin' out the window
Dreamin' to the ceiling, I ain't worried about a n*gga
Let him run up on me and I bet he get his issue
Pap strapped up, guarantee that he flip 'em (Grrah)
Brrr, bow, b*tch, I came straight from the gutter
Hit a lot of licks, just me and my brother
Got into some beef with them n*ggas, they ain't touch us (Nah)
Float around, found out where them n*ggas hustle
Hop out wit' somethin', when I shoot that b*tch stutter (Grrah)
Steady going jail, b*tch, stay outta trouble
Feelin' like f*ck 'em, added time to my sentence, you a dirty motherf*cker
They say they f*ck with me and then they changed on me
NBA my gang (Bang, bang), homie, what I claim homie, yeah
[Outro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
All fam, no fame (Squad)
NBA my gang n*gga, you know what the f*ck it is mane
Life Before Fame, I told them I was coming home
It's the motherf*cking takeoff
Let's get it