Lyrics Nba Youngboy – The Last Backyard

The Last Backyard Lyrics – Nba Youngboy

Singer: Nba Youngboy
Title: The Last Backyard

XO, yeah
Ayy, tell me when you ready
I ain’t lettin’ ’em talk how they wanna
Kill ’em, they try to play me

Hustlin’, got plenty paper
Try to take it, I’m gonna knock somethin’ off
Smokin’ on paper, keepin’ my mind on murder
f#ck dissin’, we tryna catch the b#tch in person

That’s when it goes down
Ain’t no pick and choose (nah), we don’t ever lose
We known to break the rules (ah)
Put that stick on dude

Now them n#gg#s screamin’ they gon’ stretch me too
Blow his mind soon as that b#tch go boom
Life designed, we don’t leave no clues
You want my name, I want your head

So what the f#ck you wanna do?
Ooh, I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin’ like, ooh
I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news

n#gg#s hatin’, even got the police tryna stop him
He ran his mouth ’bout Top’nem
Got the drop and then we popped him
Should be glad that you’re not him

In my Rolls-Royce ridin’ with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him
We be ridin’ around on big rims

We be schemin’ tryna zip him and all the rest
Shawty hangin’ ’round a b#tch’nem, we gon’ put ’em all to rest
Them hoes gon’ follow checks
I’m really ballin’, what I got, buy all again

Backyardigans
Ooh, I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news
Them choppers screamin’ like, ooh
I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah (look)

Drivin’ fast, can’t get a pass, you crash, n#gg#
Cross the line, we gon’ bust his #ss
We gon’ do ’em bad, leave ’em smashed, n#gg#
Ridin’ around with these chains on, got my pockets filled with that bag, n#gg#

f#ck all these hoes, then I send them home and I finish flexin’ while you’re mad, n#gg#
When I up, release the whole mag’, n#gg# (I mean that)
Them boys done hosed it all, they tend to slum it down and they won’t stop
They mad I don’t be tryin’ and I’m hot (and I’m hot)

Buy that Bentley, then I buy another car
I have ’em wonderin’ how I done got all this money, what the f#ck?
Got a watch on both my arms when they see me pullin’ up (yeah, yeah)
Got all these youngins with me armed, n#gg#, we don’t give a f#ck

It go down, shoot it up
We bust and leave a n#gg#s stuck, run with the crowd, catch up with us (Who made this shit?)
Ooh, I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
Them choppers screamin’ like, ooh

I’m puttin’ ’em straight on the news, yeah
Ooh (Backyardigans)
I put a b#tch on the news (Backyardigans)
Ooh (Backyardigans)

Ooh (Backyardigans)
n#gg#s hatin’, even got the police tryna stop him (TayTayMadeTheBeat)
He ran his mouth ’bout Top’nem
Got the drop and then we popped him

Should be glad that you’re not him
In my Rolls-Royce ridin’ with no tint
Got them sticks on us like tree limbs
Big Glocks, big knots, they know him

We be ridin’ around on big rims
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