I Hate YoungBoy lyrics

[Intro]
Say, 10
Let's hear this sh*t, Rell (Hah, hah)
Horrid, run it up (Lil Top)
f*ck playin' up, ayy, let's go (n*gga, yeah)

[Verse]
"YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them n*ggas, "f*ck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (Scared of them)
How you talkin' sh*t when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' f*ck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O (O, O), youngin let that chop blow
And my brother let that stick blow (Stick blow)
n*gga know that's my smoke (My smoke)
He called me a b*tch, that's India, that be yo' ho (Yo' ho)
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, b*tch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone (Yeah, yeah)
And I'm gon' be rich inside my casket once my time gone
I'm bumpin' Wooski, turnt up with some groupies while at my home
Why he drop that wack-ass song? pus*y b*tch, you should've known (Should've known)
My daddy tell me, "Leave it 'lone," but I'm like, "Man, f*ck them n*ggas"
Used to f*ck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pus*y n*ggas (b*tch)
Mama know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a n*gga (Bust it)
They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you n*ggas (Yeah, yeah)
Feds wanna lock a n*gga up 'cause he tote baby missiles (Baby)
b*tch, don't bring my baby mama up, she richer than your n*ggas (Rich)
Every n*gga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a n*gga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know (Don't know)
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin' (Grr-grr)
Want me for to die? Tell that pus*y, "Cross the line" (Come cross the line)
Ain't got no f*ckin' mind, tell 'em, "Free Baba, that's my evil twin" (My twin)
Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in (Creepin' in)
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in (Came in)
I be turnt up with my baby mamas, I ain't got no f*ckin' friends (Hah, hah, bow, bow)
He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover (Yeah, bow, bow)
He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated (Yeah)
Slidin' in a Tesla (Yeah), and he got that yay on him
pus*y n*gga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie
n*gga, I'm a real Blood (Blood), and I'm screamin', "Blatt" (Blatt)
I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that trap (Cross that)
Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked (Whacked)
Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax
Where you at? Yo' security, they get bust at too (Get bust at)
I don't give no f*ck about this rap sh*t, I'll bust at you (I'll bust at you)
Your daddy hit the feds, f*ck that n*gga, he a b*tch, too (He a b*tch)
Tell him sit on side your cousin mama while that b*tch grieve too (Hah, hah)
And that lil' b*tch, she say, "4L," huh? I say, "Heads or tails, slime"
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy," all of y'all gon' f*ckin' fail, hah (Woah)
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime (Woah)
Stomp him in his f*ckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Free Lil Meechy off the line, n*ggas know I'm big slime (Big slime)
Win or lose, no draw, n*gga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine ('Bout mine)
Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more
I just wanna make the b*tch go, he way from the go (Ha-ha)
You know where I stay, don't let me find your home (Don't let me find you, f*ck you)
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on (b*tch, boom, boom)
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me, b*tch, don't call my phone (f*ck you)
Tell Apple I said, "f*ck 'em," they promote his song (Say, 10, f*ck you)
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong (f*ck you)
YouTube streamers, they be di*k-ridin', don't react no more (Horrid, run it up, f*ck you)
You f*ck with them, don't f*ck with me and that's just how that go (How that go)
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope (Pure dope)
Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks (Them)
Mama told me for to take my Ritalin and I said, "No" (No! No!)
Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow (Real f*ckin' slow)
Hold on, I ain't ra— I ain't, I ain't rappin', Jason (Hold on, hah, hah)
I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these n*ggas know it's, "f*ck them" (I don't need them, f*ck)
You heard me? These b*tch-ass n*ggas act like they scared to die (Hah)
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die (f*ck them n*ggas, f*ck 'em)
I don't f*ck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip (Crip)
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him (That be him)
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip (Ha)
f*ck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him
[Outro]
Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, n*gga, free DDawg
(f*ck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him)
We put guns to the face, b*tch-ass n*gga, how you wan' do it?
You already know what I say, n*gga, who gon' die today?
b*tch-ass n*gga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them b*tch-ass, man, these b*tch-ass n*ggas act like they don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these ho-ass n*ggas
These b*tch-ass n*ggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these f*ck-ass n*ggas
These f*ck-ass n*ggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it
These gon' catch everything a n*gga throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime sh*t, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon' bang for life, n*gga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah
And I don't f*ck with you n*ggas, believe that
("YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them"
Tell them n*ggas, "f*ck 'em," and they know that I ain't scared of them (Scared of them)
How you talkin' sh*t when nothin' ain't died about your cousin'nem? (Cousin, hah, hah)
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' f*ck wit' him)