Youngboy NBA – Smoke One

Smoke one
Smoke one

[Chorus]

Smoke one for, every time that they fold on me

Fuck these niggas ’cause I know that they know nothin’

Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for

Fuck ’em all, ’cause I don’t owe nothin’

Yeah

 

[Verse 1]

Know I got you if you hold it down

Forever with ’em, know that’s my round

If they stand up, then it’s goin’ down

Know I’m chasin’ money, I ain’t sittin’ ’round

Ridin’ car, hundred-some ’rounds

Jeep in my garage watching my thoughts, no music on, I don’t hear a sound

Know my mother don’t think real highly of me

Probably why your bitch wanna fuck

Probably why yo nigga wanna touch me, but you know it’ll turn out ugly (Ooh)

Pointing out you with Jugg in a Maybach

Bitches mad at my engineer, hope it don’t go down

‘Cause know I know all the bitchеs on it

Face expression gеt you bust-up, better watch who you frown at

I ain’t in the mood, they know I’m fucked up, say I’m good but it turned bad (Bitch)

It turned spar, bust your head, send you to God

Eyes on just me and my bars, replaying chess, we dreamin’ hard

We dreamin’ hard, boss the money out there

Know it’s a beef for me, a beef for you my nigga

He like, “They beef with you, they beef with me my nigga”

Had to tell him it don’t get realer nigga

He facin’ forty somethin’ years, that’s my sister nigga, I’m with you nigga

 

[Chorus]

Smoke one for, every time that they fold on me

Fuck these niggas ’cause I know that they know nothin’

Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for

Fuck ’em all, ’cause I don’t owe nothin’

Yeah

 

[Verse 2]

Niggas takin’ from me, she just thinkin’ that I want some

Know she trippin’ bangers for a fake, no, I’m not on none

Sliding in that Maybach, know I’m plottin’ on some

Quarter million up, don’t give a fuck, they like I’m on some

You’re a boy, know I’m bustin’ something

Blitz it, know I’m rushing something

Pull up with my top-down, and my cutters, it ain’t even somethin’

Know these bullets hot as hell, this gon’ be a cold summer

I was ‘posed to marry her, I be thinkin’ that I’m wrong or some

Is it me or [?] nigga? We up like a [?] nigga

These pussies know I sip niggas, they ain’t made it out, but rich nigga

Tell these niggas “Hold up, watch me burn six figures”

Like bro you know you’re fuckin’ with me and my clique bigger

 

[Chorus]

Smoke one for, every time that they fold on me

Fuck these niggas ’cause I know that they know nothin’

Bitches be hating, they betraying the ones they rode for

Fuck ’em all, ’cause I don’t owe nothin’

Yeah

 

[Refrain]

They like “Top we don’t wanna see you no more”

They like “Top we wanna see you more”

They like “Top we don’t wanna see you no more”

They like “Top we wanna see you more”

They like “Top we don’t wanna see you no more”

 

[Verse 3]

Tryna make sure that I win

There is plenty ways to make it

I really feel these niggas is faking

They gotta kill me if they wanna play me

Niggas wanna take my place, I’m to trill, you ain’t too real

Real grave digger, I’m NBA, Northside, better [?] for the Wraith

Know for fake nigga

 

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