Youngboy NBA – Expensive shit

Expensive shit
Expensive shit

[Chorus]

Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle

Know I’ma spin ’bout my nigga

I told her hit me on the way, when she headin’ home

I’ma have it lookin’ nice when she get here

Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches

Made nigga wit’ millions, straight from the bottom my nigga

Gravedigga’ and you know he don’t tolerate mentions

Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

 

[Verse 1]

Big issues, he ain’t trippin’ cause his sack thicker

Wonder how she feel that she finna get married to that nigga

Got to know I’m ready, she know I been waitin’ plenty minutes

And she too bad for them jeans, can’t do no skinny dippin’

Ain’t never worried ’bout these niggas, I do the realest pimpin’

Mink coat, styrofoam dope, how I walk up in it

From off the porch, they’ll never know how these diamonds glistin

Made it out, young nigga been on suicidal mission

I got on gang attire nigga, this be the best of linen

Ride in a Lincoln, wit’ [?], no I don’t need your lendin’

She think she got one up on me

I blew a bag on my homie

I got a chance and I boned it

Think all these niggas are phony

Wake up and smoke in the mornin’

I rep that flag wit my blood

These niggas know that I’m on it

I let off shots in the club

And these bitches wanna be my mommy

But you know you not my girl

Flood her finger with diamonds

No, I can’t turn up your world

This a new [?], better have your shit together when you see me

Nigga know I’m covered down in green

But for a fact, I’m bleedin’

Nigga knowin that I’m strapped

You better clap soon as you see me

Won’t buy her anything, but flood my sister for any reason

Cocaine white like I’m sellin’ drugs

That’s a new foreign off the lot for my thug, why?

Cause he been wit’ me way before I even knew who I was

Lil shorty wit’ me and she got me, she don’t care ’bout no buzz

1942 get her drunk, she gon’ leave wit’ a buzz

The feds on me, watch how I talk, I think they planted a bug

What the fuck wrong wit’ me?

Spent a couple million, wake up then the label sent another million

Ain’t no slippin’, on my pimpin’, got it on me know I’m grippin’

Every time I sent a blitz they zipped ’em, rare they fail a mission

Cause they know we get it done, as usual, how we come

Let ’em keep thinkin’ I’m dumb, I’m never done

Check how my pockets, got them mumps

Check how them draco’s got them drumbs

Make a beat like a band, flood her wit’ bands

Make her so hot, they gon’ think she got a tan

Nigga know I’m known to buss my gun

For a fact I ain’t never ran, this who I am

Better speak clear or I can’t hear what you sayin’

 

[Chorus]

Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle

Know I’ma spin ’bout my nigga

I told her hit me on the way, when she headin’ home

I’ma have it lookin’ nice when she get here

Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches

Made nigga wit’ millions, straight from the bottom my nigga

Gravedigga’ and you know he don’t tolerate mentions

Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

 

[Verse 2]

Dirty cutter, crazy how it chop and clean up the block

Won fights inside the hood

Lost fights inside the block, it never stop

Come from the ground, I ain’t use a crane, I rushed to top

Play wit’ them glizzys like Shmurda, they know that lil nigga hot

And I got ten cars, I ain’t never showed the shit that I got

I could have ten broads

But ain’t nothin’ worth the bitch on my side

Could be the best one recordin’

But ain’t nothin’ worth Jason spot

I get in, then hit it hard, then I cum on her twat

He can be a robber, bet that nigga won’t stick his hand in my pot

Cut off his arm, bet he won’t say that he took off on AI

I had it hard, I walked on feet, but now fly on a G5

Hope he don’t think he could Gee me, I ain’t goin for no G, five

And that my blood, he get it brackin’, he got to war when we firin’

Yea, that my 10 to then end, we gon’ spin

Got Dior on my glasses, and got Nick behind the lens

Just me, my sister, my momma and girl, no I don’t need no friends

I don’t got a gun, I got a knife for when they kickin’ in

I’m sleepin’ lightly throught the night, just incase Casper in

I got them capsules in New York, and they got molly in it

Imagine every friend wit’ the shit, just don’t let holly in

Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle

For to buy a flight and get away after I pop me a nigga

I take a flight and get away cause I can’t tolerate niggas

Got to get mine, straight out the gate

Hustlin’ for more than eight figures

 

[Break]

Fuck that money, got a black card, my Glock in the middle

Know I’ma spin ’bout my niggas

He this and that, but tell me how the fuck do they figure

He worried ’bout any one these niggas or these bitches (How, how)

 

[Chorus]

Fuck them racks, I keep a card, I got the Glock in the middle

Know I’ma spin ’bout my nigga

I told her hit me on the way, when she headin’ home

I’ma have it lookin’ nice when she get here

Real hitta, band nigga, expensive bottle for bitches

Made nigga wit’ millions, straight from the bottom my nigga

Gravedigga’ and you know he don’t tolerate mentions

Dirty choppa if he ever got a problem with niggas

 

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