Boot Up Lyrics – NBA YoungBoy
Singer: NBA YoungBoy
Title: Boot Up
Damn Max, this one’s too hard
D-Roc
Hold on, hold on
Oh, ain’t none of y’all ’bout murders (Ooh, yeah, yeah)
They know we love to step on sh#t (Yeah)
A switch on back, I burst ’em (Bah, bah, bah)
[?] white T-shirt, we Durked that b#tch (Huh?)
Get a new toe tag, we murk ’em
They be sayin’ YoungBoy a dirty b#tch (Kentrell)
I got these hoes talkin’ ’bout they ain’t fail, huh? (b#tch)
I got lil’ shawty wanna f#ck, she already been everywhere
I know this stanky ho ain’t talkin’, she done been everywhere (Yeah)
I told that b#tch, “Stop all that stallin’, let me go get in there”
Hold up (Oh, oh), I’m Polo’d down (Down)
Make yo’ ho come blow me down (Down)
Got a .38 and a hammer burner
Got a AR with a hundred rounds (Grr)
Monkey nuts, this b#tch got monkey nuts
Come on now, b#tch, come and test yo’ luck
We gon’ make you bite the dust
Who that is that plan on strikin’ us? So we can wipe ’em up (Baow, baow)
That be that chopper talk that make them p#ss# n#gg#s tail talk
I’ma call Cell, b#tch, play with us
I ain’t seen Ben? time to suit up
Timmy gettin’ our motion granted
Jumpin’ fresh, [?] dope and haul in
Boot up, boot up
b#tch n#gg#, yeah
Been down to serve ten years just ’cause he left a n#gg# dead
(Still out his mind)
Boot up, b#tch, boot up
I bang green, I bang red
We gon’ flash a cutter in this b#tch and they gon’ have to call the paramedics
Hold it steady, aim with precision shootin’ that blicky
This Adderal not Penicillin
I’m tryna send some sh#t straight through the ceilin’
Before we die again, get no attention b#tch, with yo’ irrelevant #ss
Car got false plates with, that’s stolo taxed
Bro got his Glock taped with a drum, not mag’
I’m on his #ss, when we get on his #ss, he better not freeze up (Up)
Shawty on my #ss, but, I don’t want her #ss
I ain’t tryna tease her (Her)
I make her feel brand new, then straight delete her
That’s my lil’ Boss Baby, go to thuggin’, I call her Murder Amunita
Y’all #ss be on sudden sh#t, YoungBoy be on all of that
Get the drop, I send the blitz, I ain’t stoppin’ sh#t, no fallin’ back
p#ss# want to Insta’ beef, he Tweetin’ and I see all of that
Head hunter all on the road
Get off house arrest, I’m gon’ spread all they #ss
(Yeah, and I’m with it)
Hold on, hold on
(Stop playin’ with me, b#tch)
‘Cause ain’t none of y’all ’bout murders (Yeah)
They know we love to step on sh#t (Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
A switch on back, I burst ’em (Bah, bah, bah)
[?] white T-shirt, we Durked that b#tch (Huh?)
Get a new toe tag, we murk ’em (Go, go, go)
They be sayin’ YoungBoy a dirty b#tch (Kentrell)
I got these hoes talkin’ ’bout they ain’t fail, huh? (b#tch)
I got lil’ shawty wanna f#ck, she already been everywhere
I know this stanky ho ain’t talkin’, she done been everywhere (Yeah)
I told that b#tch, “Stop all that stallin’, let me go get in there”
Hold up now, oh-oh
Free them slimes
You already know how it is, we still behind enemy lines
Hold up now, oh-oh
We bangin’ ’til the end, n#gg#, believe that
You b#tch #ss n#gg#s gon’ bleed behind this (Woah, woah)
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