“NBA Youngboy On My Side Lyrics” sung by YoungBoy Never Broke Again represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is On My Side by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
NBA Youngboy On My Side Lyrics
[Intro]
(Leor, light it up)
(What’s up, Haze?)
Huh, huh, huh
[Chorus]
Huh, ridin’ in that motherf^^kin’ skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don’t want me to lose
I can’t make this up ’bout how I came through shinin’
Yeah, you knowin’ how I do
[Verse 1]
Actin’ crazy in this b^^ch like I belong on the news
Turnin’ up, up in this b^^ch like I’m a motherf^^kin’ fool
I go dumb up in this b^^ch, I go to wavin’ with my tool
For Big Dump, I really miss, I got them bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that s^^ ’bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We f^^k to flash, she let me hit it in my VLONE
One-fifty units, I just need to get a big loan
Cards like its real estate, n^^ga, back it down
Soon as that chopper b^^g, gravediggin’, 4K Trey
N^^ga, this a shotta’s chain
Real killer, don’t play with children, ‘fore I had fire at five brains
Do the dash on po’ trucks, engines hit it, this b^^ch insane
P^^sy n^^ga mad about my millions, can’t talk wit’ ’em sane
Comprehension with no understandin’, they don’t know what I’m sayin’
How we wait outside but analyze
One meaningless diamond chain spinnin’ ’bout our dead brother name?
[Chorus]
Huh, ridin’ in that motherf^^kin’ skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don’t want me to lose
I can’t make this up ’bout how I came through shinin’
Yeah, you knowin’ how I do
[Verse 2]
I knock s^^t off as soon as it’s up, they need to put me in a zoo
I got big bank, plenty money, and my sons too
We throw sticks like they baboons, got my blick in New York like Woo
Cousin lit, they call him Skelly, just wan’ crash when Top say shoot
Play with that dog food like my cousin, profit jump back up in two
Prophet preachin’ to the youth, all that lame s^^t, we don’t do
F^^k n^^gas, hatin’-a^^, who you kill? Protect your gang, b^^g with your crew
Me and my mains, we out the roof, I’m screamin’, “B^^ch, what you wan’ do?”
GTR, I’ma turn this b^^ch into a slider
I f^^k with her, take her out to Shyne, flood her with diamonds
I’m gon’ murder someone, pray that I just don’t have to remind her
I ain’t got no work on me, real fast in that foreign, how I be drivin’
We killed him, we slimed him, right, we slimed him in that motherf^^kin’—, ooh
I’m by my lonely, probably two guns on me
Yeah, ridin’ in the coupe
Shawty know I’m high in this motherf^^ker, want me to get her high too
Tryna tell you they can be with it, I’m already on that
[Chorus]
Huh, ridin’ in that motherf^^kin’ skrrt-skrrt, vroom
Shawty on my side, and she don’t want me to lose
I can’t make this up ’bout how I came through shinin’
Yeah, you knowin’ how I do
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