Lyrics of 'By The Gate' by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

Turn me up, Dissan
Mally Mall

Come in my room, at the venue, where you guaranteed to see a Drac'
She don't like I be on that juice, I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate
Twenty somethin' rounds inside my tool, I popped out, let out eight
Five shot the bitch eleven fuckin' times by that gate (go)
Ohh want me bring up food, you tryna ho me? I can't wait
Straight gangster shit that you ain't, boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake
Shoot up your body, don't play, my youngin' take off your chain
Lil' bro'll take off your face, this money cure a whole pain

Bitch-nigga squeeze somethin'
How ain't nobody sayin' they seen us?
I need a drop so I could bleed somethin'
Heard I don't wan' talk until the job done (job done)
A thousand slimes, that's a thousand guns
Extendo us and we all totin' one
Out in the streets they got they Pom-Poms (Poms)
They rollin' for me, I'm the chosen one
When the lights go down (when the lights go down)
When the lights go down (when the lights go down)
Soon as the lights go down (when the lights go down)
When the lights go down (when the lights go down, hey)
She take that dick with no sound (ooh)
She get on top me, go down (it go down, it goes down)
Bring out, I'm ready, right now (bang, bang, bah, bah)
They ain't gon' fuck with Lil Top (you'll get your fuckin' body found)
I'm gangster, I'm smokin' on spliff
Why you always trip when I'm tryna stay focused?
It's gon' go in one ear and come out of the other whenever you talkin', I'm drinkin' on potion
You went back fuckin' with that nigga you nasty bitch, you ain't know I noticed
Claim I don't love you, I'll hit your brother with this stick, bitch, just to show you
In back of the shuttle gettin' chauffeured
You could let them shots off, bitch, let's do it
Pop out, I'll rock out, he thought he was hot, now, bitch, I'll get you ruined
I got my cock out, better not give my spot out
Pour the dope out the pot when it's brewin'
Hold onto your hand, better watch what you doin'
Bing, baow, hit the bitch in the arm

Come in my room, at the venue, where you guaranteed to see a Drac'
She don't like I be on that juice, I'm wakin' up, I ain't even ate
Twenty somethin' rounds inside my tool, I popped out, let out eight
Five shot the bitch eleven fuckin' times by your gate (go)
Ohh want me bring up food, you tryna ho me? I can't wait
Straight gangster shit that you ain't, boy, you ain't 'bout it, you fake
Shoot up your body, don't play, my youngin' take off your chain
Lil' bro'll take off your face, this money cure a whole pain

Slime
Lil' bro'll take off your face, this money cure a whole pain
Slime, Top
Slimeto