NBA YOUNGBOY - Black Ball (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 - Black Ball (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
On top the mountain
Lookin' down on all these niggas
hatin' on me (Goddamn)
And I see I got 'em all debatin' on me
Know I'm gon' get paid, can't take
this hate all free (Yeah, yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball,
but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North,
where the fuck I was found
I was rollin', thuggin' hard with
them shottas through town
But now I'm livin' in my
dream now, dream now
Draped down in designer, got
these diamonds on my body
If you wit' it, then I'm 'bout it
Don't care what these people hollerin'
I say, pop your shit, twin
Know I got one cocked in, yeah
They want to stop this, no,
no, no, not my friend
Stop the time, know they know
onе thing, that my slime
That's my brother, that's my sister,
and thеy better not cross the line
Stop that cryin', and you can't
stop that tryin', and yeah
Run wit' gravediggers, you gon'
end up dyin', and yeah
911 Porsche, drive this
bitch in sport mode
Jumped straight off that porch,
ridin' with that torch,
we play with Dracos
Lil' bro, keep it cool until that
case closed (Case closed)
Until then, we live and ball and buy
out all the stores (Store, store)
Up your stick, 10, if I don't shoot first,
know I'm shootin' behind you
That's her thick friend, and no, I
want 'em both, I ain't decidin'
Now it's nightfall, hold up,
let me drop my son off
These niggas know I don't like y'all,
and know that I don't wan' talk
She know that I like her, she
say that she like me, I wonder
why she ain't admitted it?
Clubhouse with the bad lil' bitty
bitches, they don't see me
but know that I'm kickin' it
They be rappin' my songs, they know
how I get down, they know for
a fact that I'm livin' it
Now I wanna calm down, but here
come the beef and they know for
a fact that I'm killin' it
Uh, that my side bitch, they
know that's my best friend
Ooh, pop a Perky, ain't no
textin', we be sexin'
Ooh, ain't no flexin', don't wan'
meet your best friend, I'm rude
Ain't no rest, sittin' on top the mountain,
just laughin' at these fools
Lookin' down on all these niggas hatin'
on me (Goddamn, let’s go)
And I see I got 'em all
debatin' on me (Okay)
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!