This Not A Song, This For My Supporters-NBA YoungBoy Lyrics

“This Not A Song, This For My Supporters”

Uh, XO

(Simo Fre just killed this)

I’m startin’ to think

I’m startin’ to think…

As I start to promote the peace I say, “Stop the violence,” I think I’m incitin’ a riot

(D-Roc)

If you ain’t hear me clear, my nigga

I said, “As I start to promote the peace I say, “Stop the violence,” I think I’m incitin’ a riot”

Ya heard me?

Ahh, huh

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’ (Baow)

Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’ (Boom, baow)

I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin

And these pussy niggas gon’ tell up on me

I feel yo’ pain, my slime

Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

Yeah, I know you know they want to kill me in Atlanta and every city out here

Pussy nigga gon’ get his issue ’cause they knowin’ that I’m out here and I’m gon’ kill

They have to learn that hurtin’ people here is not the way now

I had to learn my ways poisonin’ my child

Twelve bodies and one child dead, “Stop the violence” what I fuckin’ said

I want to see you eat, you don’t want beef with me

I ain’t even tryna bust ya fuckin’ head

My city not no bad city, no, Mr. Government

But, it’s the holidays, everybody broke, so you knowin’ that’s why it’s trouble sent

I’m Rolls Royce ridin’, please don’t tell me who said somethin’

I know this ain’t right, God please forgive, I misled some

These pussy niggas ain’t more better than me, I count up twelve, nigga

Now I got to change, you ain’t got nothin’ to do with me, I’m goin’ to Hell, nigga

My baby mama don’t fuck with me no more

Can’t my thug with bro’nem no more

Nightmare to me, I ain’t wanna drop a bag ’cause them pussy niggas bringin’ pressure, and I know

But, I been told you, “Leave them streets alone”

And, I been told you that we both on

Now, you wanna let a broke nigga drag you to your grave?

I’m sorry, now, you on your own

Havin’ my way, that stinky ho know that I’ll have her inside my home

Even though my girl don’t like you, bitch, if I fuck with you, that’s the time I’m on

My mama know how I could get down

But, know I ain’t leavin’ this journey, I’m on

I ain’t never confessin’, but I got missionaries sittin’ inside my home

I done did hard drugs

I done seen plenty killings, woah

Now, you know I know how to rap, I ain’t even rappin’ right now, I’m just talkin’ to you clear

I’m tryna get you to see, it’s a bigger side of life, just listen with your ears

And keep your eyes peeled

‘Cause it ain’t no comin’ back once you get killed

I FaceTimed my brother that Blood me in, you see this big, “4L,” on my neck

Pussy nigga had the nerve to text me back and say, “Who the fuck is this?”

Now, that’s cold, slime

And you know where I’m at ’cause big brother fuck with them niggas and they hoes

And I already know you know how I get down, Five

And you knowin’ how I roll

Ha, and tell that nigga I say, “Thank you,” for tellin’ me save my money, now I’m strong

I got C-Murder on my phone

Tellin’ me when he get home he gon’ protect me from the edge of my bed with a K

‘Cause these niggas want me gone

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’ (Baow)

Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’ (Boom, baow)

I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin

These pussy niggas gon’ tell up on me

I feel yo’ pain, my slime

Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

I know you feel the Devil reachin’ for you (Ooh, ooh)

But, I got you, my nigga

I’m gon’ lead you, I got you, I got you, my nigga

Protect you from all this evil

Know you listenin’ to this song right now

I’m on side you, inside your home right now, with my chrome out

And I’m facin’ every Devil comin’ your way

I’mma burn that bitch straight in his face

And tell them people I say, “Motherfuck what they say”

Better not fuck up my nails, I don’t not play

I don’t play at all, my nigga, nah

Know I’ll knock ’em down, my nigga, baow

But, that’s what they want us to do, I ain’t finna be out here killin’ my own kind

Shawty whole family evil and they controlled by the fuckin’ money

But, I come from nothin’, and for that right reason, I don’t give a fuck ’bout goin’ back to nothin’

And, it heart my heart that Kanye let them people break his soul

How the fuck that go? Nigga, stand your own!

Nigga, hold your ground! You strong!

I ain’t preachin’ no evil, but, for the right reason, I can teach ya

How to load up and knock these bitches down

You can believe that, my nigga

Damn, I finally made it to this day, now, I’m here to say, “I’m finna get married in a couple days”

And, I look to the sky and I say, “Thank you, Lord”

Shawty say he gon’ boom me on camera, and I ain’t got no more fight inside my heart

So, if you run into me, I’m just gon’ let it go down, I ain’t scared, my boy

I’m overdue anyway

Why you think that boy from my city who y’all think murder man wanna down a nigga ’bout the paint on top my face?

It’s really a money thing

That nigga mad that I’m holdin’

That nigga mad that I’m chosen and he been doin’ this his whole life, and I passed that bitch up

Uh, you hatin’ bitch, I see you out here misleadin’ them kids

When you ain’t never had a fight in your life or had a fight with a nigga ’til you learned

Ain’t no more of y’all got no more fight

Huh? You a bitch, nigga, and I mean that

You can kill me, I don’t wanna do you nothin’, slime

I done seen plenty killings, almost lost my soul strung out on dope

Respect for many women, sad to say that most these bitches hoes

You better not bump GloRilla, bitch, you gon’ get kicked up out this home

You ain’t fuckin’ with no fuck nigga, bitch you know I’m the realest round, yeah

I know they gon’ try to switch up my words

Man, tell that girl, let’s do a song

I’m wide awake and I’m glad to say, she doin’ better than hoes I had around

I pass out hundred thousands through the day, bitch, you can’t say I don’t hold it down

Tell the ShadeRoom, I’ma sue you bitches

Talkin’ ’bout, “YoungBoy said,” you’re dead wrong

You’re dead wrong, bitch

You ain’t see me come from my page and say nothin’

And you say, “YoungBoy said,” you’re dead wrong

Ya heard me? You stanky bitch

You hatin’ bitch

You wanna post shit ’bout black people all day

Bitch don’t post nothin’ positive, you dirty ho

And whoever you is behind that bitch hidin’ your face, nigga, fuck you

Ya heard me? This the slime, believe that

I’m strong, nigga, I’m strong

XO, one more time for all the real niggas

And all, and all the trill bitches, ya heard me?

And all the kids who really, who really need to hear what I’m sayin’

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’ (Baow)

Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’ (Boom, baow)

I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin

These pussy niggas gon’ tell up on me

I feel yo’ pain, my slime

Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

Hold on, oh, child

Huh, you got to understand

Everybody, ayy, everybody

Whoever, man, whoever in your face, just remember, everybody got flaws, my nigga

Ya heard me?

Don’t let these bitch ass niggas tell you what no real gangster is, ya heard me?

For to flunk you out and lose your life?

Man, these bitch-ass niggas don’t know what it, don’t know what it mean to fight

‘Til neither one of these niggas got no more fight in them, you heard me?

You are the nigga that you fightin’

I’m talkin’ ’bout, ayy, it’s, it’s serious like that, you heard me?

Them bitch-ass niggas don’t know what it mean to fight

Until he ain’t got no more fight left in him, or the nigga he fightin’ don’t got no more fight left in him, slime

Hm, these bitch-ass niggas ain’t never slung that iron theyselves, son

I’m tryna tell you, bro, these niggas bitches, man

You could believe that, man, and I’m with you

I’m on side you right now, I’m on side you in your Hellcat, my nigga

Whatever you in, I’m on side you in your bucket while you thuggin’

You heard me? I’m on side you in your home, and I got my chrome out

And I’m layin’ down, every Devil come around

I’m layin’, I’m down, you heard me?

You, ayy, I’m good for, ayy, I’m out that North, bitch, I’m good for two

I’m good for three, you can count on me, nigga, belive that

I got you, I’m gon’ protect you

I ain’t got nobody to help me right now, you heard me?

Ayy, but, you see how I’m holdin’ up, huh?

I refuse to be broken, my nigga

I refuse to be broken, ayy

I got my family against me right now

I got the women that I loved my whole life, ayy

Through all my trials and tribulation against me right now, my nigga

I ain’t got nobody with me, but, guess what

I could believe that you with me, you heard me?

Long as you ain’t sittin’ there right now tryna down a nigga, it’s gangster

Hm, and XO, I told you, this ain’t no song, bitch

You gon’ have to, if you want me to stop talkin’ you better end the beat

‘Cause I ain’t gon’ stop, I got a lot to preach

These bitches hate YB, hm, and they gon’ hate you too

Hm, they gon’ hate you too, nigga, comin’ through in your coupe

You heard me? When you get your money up, you heard me?

When you, when you wide awoke seein’ with this world, and these people tryna do us

Huh, yeah

I’m groovy, I don’t need hoes, believe that

And you ain’t stoppin’ that, and you ain’t makin’ me change myself, you heard me?

Huh, you can ask me ’bout my face paint

You can ask be ’bout, ayy, you can ask me ’bout these nails

You can ask me why they painted ’cause guess what, I did this to myself

And as I put this on, it bring a whole other level of nonchalant

I don’t give a fuck

And you gon’ help me stop the violence

‘Cause if you don’t, you gon’ take your fall

‘Cause that pussy ass shit you doin’ ain’t gon’ last long

Believe that

Biggest Five, nigga

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