NBA Youngboy - Won't Step On Me (Lyrics)

NBA Youngboy - Won't Step On Me (Lyrics) Subscribe here: Follow us on Spotify: Stream: ➥ Become a fan of Rap City: ➥ Follow NBA YoungBoy: #NBAYoungBoy #WontStepOnMe #Rapcity ➥ Lyrics: Leor, light it up Mommy, India got the beats Come on, ha Now check this (Check this) We ain't with none of that water whip ass shit (None of that shit you n*ggas on) I'ma preach it to you like this, I'ma give it to you raw You heard me? However I bring it, that's how I'ma bring it, just catch it It's some real gangster shit now [Verse 1] I quit that sad shit, I ain't trippin', they don't fuck with me then fuck 'em You don't want YoungBoy, baby? Come on, know you love me, yeah Real popular in my hood and that street shit I love, n*gga See me soldiered down and I'm good, I wish you motherfuckin' would I wish you motherfuckers do it, yeah Choppa came, I would Okay, come play broad day, I up that spray, they gon' tell you 'bout how I do it (Grr, grr) Nawfside 3-8, I bang that 4KTrey, it ain't safe inside Baton Rogue Nah, they ain't wanna see me on They ain't wanna see me sell out my tour They ain't glad that I came home (Ha) They ain't wanna look out for my children (Ha) Now the fact I'm back, I been gettin' stacks, don't fuck with 'em, tell 'em let's do it (Yeah) Turn boys to men, I'ma get it in Grindin' to the ten, I been through it Sticks in your hand, shoot on demand I'll zip your man, find you a new one [Chorus] Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out) Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (What?) They gon' find this n*gga stankin', he ran up on me Boy, I ain't playin', I'm gone off bars of Xans, I mix with lean, that maple lean (Ha, ha, grr) I'm watchin' cars, I got my rod, I'm who in charge, they make-believe I come from robbin' shit to Nawfside, I was robbin' jeans I tell that ho get off my back 'cause only room there for my team (Woah-oh) [Bridge] Give me that iron (Iron), I'ma roll with 'em (Roll with 'em) Mama, don't pray for me, I don't back down for no n*gga (No n*gga) They got a place for me Lil Top, I got a K with me A Drac', you know it love to sing (Grr) He really pussy 'cause he red, because you know he gon' get down for me (Baow, lay you down for me, bitch) [Chorus] Hold on, no way at all you gon' step on me (Let it out, yeah) Bitch, a issue if you thinkin' you gon' rep' off me (Come on, come on, yeah-yeah) They gon' find this n*gga stankin', he ran up on me (Pow, pow) [Verse 2] I come up with plenty killers, got to keep a pistol Roll with me by any means (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and fucked 'em, that methamine Youngin' got on that Meth', he be lookin' mean Cross your top with the Glock, you try anything (Yeah, yeah) When my grandma had left, had to jump out the shelf Bust the top with a Glock if you chop a seat I 'member back in '17, I ain't had no money for weed Man, I was bummin' for weeks Down on my dick, so I scheme Bitch take a bobby pin, and hide the money inside her hair for me Know I got money, I got the bitch tryna tear her hair out for me I used to live inside a house and used to stay out weeks Told her that my home my girl house, I ain't have nowhere to sleep I was in Houston dealin' boy with a warrant out on me Ran off on Drea because I promised Jaz before we had linked (Damn) [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'ma whoop your ass, lil' n*gga I'm experienced, I'ma do you bad, you gon' be feelin' played Now, you better go on 'bout your lil' business 'Fore it be some blood on top my Js Right now I'm faded, I got on shades 'Cause I'ma renegade, and I play with K Know I built the lands like it's my lands, I'm tryna find peace inside my days I ain't graduated 'til that glass Bitch can't even pee about Lil Dave Your bathroom window, I'm at your glass I'm bringin' all you bitches pain Soldier rollin' loaded, I tell 'em free JBeezy He creepin' creature, man Four doors on me, make it look easy With that heat, he leave your brain Ass, see me down bad, but that lil' storm, I overcame They said I'm finna beat it like Soulja Slim when he had to pee in that tank But the only thing It's a difference, I'm Cash Money, ain't no Hot Boy, I'm Rich Gang And I got my own label, I'm a boss, NBA, I'm Never Broke Again NFL, Nawfside for life, my heart goes out to most of my friends Because I know that they want chains, they gon' be bangin' all to the end No, wait, hold up, I mean my bros We put you up, stuff out 'em hoes Check how we roll up you (Uh), I already know, cutthroat, n*gga