NBA YoungBoy - 4KT BABY (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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NBA YoungBoy - 4KT BABY (en) Lyrics
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Uh-uh, ayy, this YoungBoy,
nigga, what it is?
How you ben feelin' out there,
nigga, how you been doin'?
You got yo steel? Mm, mm, oh, oh, no
Ayy, keep your head up, five
I don't know what the fuck would
make them niggas try to play us
Or wanna hate us
That be that doped up shit that get
your motherfuckin' head bust
Ride with my dude, he servin' food,
and he just fed somethin'
Don't be confused, we gather 'em tools,
and then go yea somethin'
These pussy niggas scared of that dark
side and that's where I roll at
And bitch, you know that
Keep a .22 tucked where my toe at
New school, I was tryna blow that
Don't make me diss your
fuckin' hoe ass
I can't wait to leave you dead
with a fuckin' toe tag, bitch
Send a blitz so they gon' get at me
Oh, I live on the wrong
side of options
We be zippin' shit, know I be at war
That's 'cause we just sent like
thirty through they car door
Got his mask on, fah, fah, fah
That's a 4KTrey baby
Walk up on 'em, lay shit down
That's them 4KTrey babies
Keep his flag, you know
he bangin' green
4KTrey baby
Nawfside, concentration,
38, lil' slime crazy
Knock up on they door and talk
Jamaican (What they said?)
They don't need no A-C, but I
think that's where he stay
Wait 'til he come home, give
him a hot bed (Oh, oh)
We gon' be blammin' at his shit
'til we pop his head (Oh, oh)
Can't get my daddy off that coke
Can't get my nigga off them pills
Watch your back, 'cause this shit real
You can't stand up to that steel
Fuck these hoes, just get your dough
And keep a chopper where you live
We recruited some more soldiers
We won't die up in the field
Shoot the FN where that pussy
nigga head at, huh
I got big straps and big gats
And K2, that dope pack
Know I gotta pour that drank
up, where that four at?
Got them young niggas runnin' with
me and everyone be on that
That's just cause we send like
thirty through they car door
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