Lyrics of 'I Hate YoungBoy' by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

Say, 10
Let's hear this shit, Rell
Horrid, run it up
I don't give a fuck, man, look

YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them
Tell them niggas, fuck 'em, and they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, and he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him
Clean up on aisle O, youngin let that chop blow
Ayy, my brother let that stick blow, nigga know that's my smoke
He called me a bitch, that's India, that be your ho
Posted with that stick like Indians, they want my soul
Post about it, bitch, I got like thirty mill', my mind gone
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? Pussy bitch, you should've known
My daddy tell me, leave it 'lone, but I'm like, man, fuck them niggas
Used to fuck with Gucci 'til I seen he like them pussy niggas
Momma know I'm ruthless, talkin' stupid, make me bust a nigga
They know I'm on house arrest so they feel like they official
Bitch, I'll kill you, then I take your whistle, God know I don't like you niggas
Feds wanna lock a nigga up 'cause he tote baby missiles
Bitch, don't bring my baby momma up, she richer than your niggas
Every nigga did a feature with you, slime out to get 'em
Set 'em up then point a nigga, field goal, Romo
Know I keep that nine with me, you can act like that you don't know
Baby with 'em, 4PF, four poles firin'
Want me for to die? Tell that pussy: Cross the line
I ain't got no fuckin' mind, tell 'em, free Baba, that's my evil twin
Youngin bouncin' on his tippy-toes when he creepin' in
He get drug tested but still on dope, prescription came in
I be turnt up with my baby mommas, I ain't got no fuckin' friends
He got Rolls, my McLaren, he got Maybach and Range Rover
He got Bentley GT, Redeye, it's black coated
Slidin' in a Tesla, and he got that yay on
Pussy nigga dissin' me, mad about his dead homie
Nigga, I'm a real Blood, and I'm screamin': Blatt
I get free, they know where I'm at, I'm posted 'cross that track
Starr don't wanna drop my son off, know somebody might get whacked
Board the jet, you know I'm flyin' off, I land, I'm smokin' thrax
Where you at? Your security, they get bust at too
I don't give no fuck about this rap shit, I'll bust at you
Your daddy hit the feds, fuck that nigga, he a bitch, too
Tell him sit on side your cousin momma while that bitch grieve too
And that lil' bitch, she say, 4L, huh? I say, heads or tails, slime
Tell 'em, "Kill YoungBoy," all of y'all gon' fuckin' fail, hah
Let me check my mail, five, fifteen mills, just for the slime
Stomp him in his fuckin' face, I left him with my Nike sign
Free Lil Meechy off the line, niggas know I'm big slime
Win or lose, no draw, nigga, them boys know I'm 'bout mine
Don't know nothin' but slang iron, ain't respondin' no more
I just wanna make the bitch go, he way from the go
You know where I stay, don't let me find your home
They don't let me see my daughter from the time I'm on
Hear that blicky sound, that's the Dada tone
Feel like Boosie don't even like me, bitch, don't call my phone
Tell Apple I said, fuck 'em, they promote his song
They be hatin' on Tim and Quando, they act like they wrong
YouTube streamers, they be dick-ridin', don't react no more
You fuck with them, don't fuck with me and that's just how that go
When I release, this pure drop, that be pure dope
Chinese Kitty don't wanna be my girl, she like them folks
Momma told me for to take my Ritalin and I said: No
Sarah Snyder always think I'm trippin' 'cause I'm real slow
Hold on, I ain't even, I ain't even rappin', Jason
I'm really just, I'm really just lettin' these niggas know it's, fuck them
You heard me? These bitch-ass niggas act like they scared to die
YoungBoy, I been thuggin', I been slime, I ain't scared to die
I don't fuck with CC, but my oldest brother Crip
I be on DC, DC, Marvel, that be him
I be on repeat, waitin' on them just for to trip
Fuck the whole industry, they know, don't try to get at him

Hah, yeah, it's 4KTrey, Nawfside, 38, nigga, free DDawg
We put guns to the face, bitch-ass nigga, how you wanna do it?
You already know what I say, nigga, who gon' die today?
Bitch-ass nigga, we put guns to the face, you heard me?
Them bitch-ass, man, these bitch-ass niggas act like they don't like YoungBoy
I guarantee you can't say not one thing YoungBoy did to these hoe-ass niggas
These bitch-ass niggas be hatin', you heard me? I ain't trippin' these fuck-ass niggas
These fuck-ass niggas gon' catch it, you heard me? They gon' catch it
These gon' catch everything a nigga throw at them, believe that
You heard me? This slime shit, you hear me? Big 5, you hear me?
We gon' bang for life, nigga, how you wanna do it, for? Yeah
And I don't fuck with you niggas, believe that
(YoungBoy, they gon' kill you, you better stop dissin' them
Tell them niggas, fuck 'em, man, they know that I ain't scared of them
How you talkin' shit when nothin' ain't died about your cousin nem?
Quando got no filter, yeah, he say that, they ain't gon' fuck wit' him)