NBA YoungBoy - Bring The Hook (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
NBA YoungBoy - Bring The Hook (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
It's a murder business
This gun was bought just
for to kill niggas
(What you on 4, you already
know how we get down)
We be them motherfuckin' gravediggers
Pallbearers bring your
body to the grave
We leave him slayed nigga
It ain't a open casket, we left his
motherfuckin' brain missin'
Hold on, diamond chains,
we leave a stain
Shawty just wan' give me brain
Slidin' in that fast thing, nigga
know I blew the brains
Shawty tryna sell me things,
know I want the whole thing
Know my brother sell that boy, if
not heroine it's pure cocaine
Know we distributors
Them hollows you can smell it through
the city, we pollutin'
Don't aim it, you just shoot it
Like Chief Sosa say "Better get your
ass up outta here Juwanna Mann"
Text him through the night
and through the day
That be my fuckin' man
Bro'nem swing that, left out stains
He in Miami and he hidin'
from this murder gang
The feds know my name, they
tryna lock me up in chains
The homicide detectives say
Kentrell to fuckin blame
We leave out teddy bears right
there where he bleed at
She sent the text, ain't read it
I been in here with Jaz, count
that bag, bitch, believe that
That Jag matte black, soon as you
see it, better run from that
We aimin' with them straps
to leave you clapped right
where we see you at
Hold on, swang that cutta hold
on, know it got a kick back
Youngin' weighed a hundred pounds,
know he can't control that
Run up on me, it's gon' go down,
you know that I'ma blow that
Utah with a lot of pounds, with
me, where your hoe at
Fuck it, bring the hook
Kill that nigga think he saw a
gremlin how his body shook
With that stick, that be my fishin'
pole, another opp got hooked
Bless these souls, I'm with my kids
Get them fuckin' bodies out of here
I got locked inside the
pen, but now I'm out
Bitch, it's just the thought of you
Spotted, then we followed him
Call that boy a dead man,
name that boy Rudolph
When he see that red beam, headshot,
that's a skully scene
Lil D, that's my cousin man
Know that he don't give no fuck,
he aimin' for the head, man
Nigga, this that Squid Game,
O-Block pack get rolled up
Murder what they told us,
Atlanta boy get fold up
Nigga get your hoes up, these bitches
throwin' up green flags
Throwin' that NBA up, for me,
set you up to bust your ass
And know I keep that murder bag
Right on him, leave a toe tag
Inside the freezer where
them people put 'em
'Fore they stitch his ass
No glitchin', better not freeze up
before a nigga blitz his ass
Brra-bow-bow, flip his ass (Ha-Ha)
Northside, nigga know that's my side
Utah, come here bitch, get
hogtied, another died
Oh Lord, man this nigga crazy,
he do not respect them boys
He don't give a fuck, he check
up off the list, they squad
He pray to the Devil, then
that nigga pray to God
Say he got on face paint, and
his nigga paid for it
Say my name, get slayed for it
I ain't playin' with
your hoe-ass nigga
You know I'm comin' anywhere
Like, "Why the fuck you
say that nigga?"
You know I'm dyin' anywhere, I
bet they say I blew my pistol
I bet they say I took one with me
Lil Ai TOP, I'm too official
You should not play with gravediggers
You know them pallbearers ship'em
You know I pull off plenty killings
You know that we keep plenty pistols
Mortician coat on, I'm doin'
surgeries on his body
It been so long, they been sayin'
they gon' pop my noggin
Run up on me, then I cop it, in
front the crowd, then I pop it
Know I want smoke with anybody,
no, the label can not stop it
Northside with a sawed off shotty
Nigga, you don't want these problems
Must don't want your fuckin life
You steady talkin' like you 'bout it
I'm with these demons day and night
And you know that be
my closest partner
Don't trust YoungBoy, 'cause
he ain't right
You jokin', he gon' kill your body
Squeeze that Glock as soon as he sited
Nigga stop that fuckin' talkin'
Split that boy while on a bike
Or catch him while he fuckin' walkin'
Live this shit, that's why I talk it
I'm fly, you know that Ima hawk 'em
Make them people outline chalk 'em
Kill a nigga think he saw a
gremlin how his body shook
You already know though
You already know
Nigga
Lil D, that be my, that be skully
nigga, that be skully (Ha-ha)
I'm high as a muthafucka
He gon' pop ya noggin'
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!