Back on My FeetMorceau

Paroles de la musique "Back on My Feet" par NBA Youngboy

[Intro]
(Drum Dummie made the beat and I'm gon' kill it)
Ch-, XO
That-that, that-that tempo right there? That's that shit?
Uh (Ya know), yeah, yeah, huh, yeah (Ayy)
(Just, I just jump straight on and talk that shit, man)
Huh (Talk that cutthroat, bet that)
Look
[Verse 1]
I'm a hustler
'Fore I'm broke, I'ma make a way
I told 'em things different from up in '16, that was back up in the day
Now you already know anyway this shit go, shoot it out on the interstate
Tryna swerve 'em off the road, talkin' "Grrah," pussy nigga, "Grrah," 'til the metal break (Boom, boom, boom)
Why they soldier hate? They gon' make me come and pluck 'em, they don't wanna give my fair shake
Head out of town, shе was mad she ain't make it back, that girl couldn't do her hair latе
You know 10? That's my lil' bro, had to tell him stay up from under that ho
You know that that bitch know dirt on my ho and my ho know dirt on that nasty ho (Come on, come here, come on, come on)
They got another chick that be with 'em, had a baby for a opp, I like her on the low
She got her body done, now she want her body done, I'll spit on 'em both
I got all the killers and real niggas and trill bitches with me, you know? (You know?)
These rap niggas know that I'm dangerous
And I know most some of them niggas hoes (They hoes)
I know ya heard how they blocked my songs, and them people tried, send me up the road (The road, road)
Could've sworn this ho was gettin' fucked when I called her phone (Called her phone, bitch)
I know that she dogged me to her friends but lowkey still don't leave me 'lone
My girl probably wouldn't even let the bitch inside our home (Probably wouldn't even let her in this bitch)
[Chorus]
All y'all will see, I'ma get back up on my feet (Back up on my feet)
I ain't find peace, I lost my thug, now, I can't sleep (Now, I can't sleep)
I want beef, get your shit bust inside the street (I want beef, bust inside the streets)
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (To pray for me)
Rap niggas over, and I say they all gettin' slumped over (Come here, gettin' slumped over, aight)
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier ('Cause I'm a soldier)
I won't think twice to kill your ass 'cause I don't know ya (Know ya, 'cause I don't know ya)
Gotta run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over
[Verse 2]
Gotta stop this shit from turnin' over (Come on)
I keep my clique from sellin' yola (Uh, uh)
Gotta keep my dog from off that boy before I find him sleep, slumped over (Over, damn)
Gotta Uber Eat my bitch in Cali from house arrest some Boston Nova ('Nova)
Want a Patek? The only reason that I ain't bought it yet, 'cause, bitch, I know ya (Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang)
You a messy, gossipin'-ass bitch, and you might fuck me over (Over, uh, uh)
Bitch, I flex that guap, got lots of it, I'll turn a nigga ho up (Ho up, woah, woah)
Think they know us, gotta show us, talk that shit, we shoot your show up (Brrt)
Aim like Jones, he fight like Roy
He think he a big nigga like he Jugg (Nigga, like he Jugg, Jugg)
Talked shit across phones, better keep your rod
I had it hard, go 'round the corner, couldn't get it on inside the yard
You'd think we masked up for corona how we ski'd up for that boy (Psh)
Run up on me, you think it's sweet and I'm gon' send your ass to God
Wrath and Revenge of YoungBoy
[Chorus]
All y'all will see, I'ma get back up on my feet (All y'all will see)
I ain't find peace, I lost my thug, now, I can't sleep (Now, I can't sleep)
I want beef, get your shit bust inside the street (Bust inside the street)
Life of a G, I don't need you to pray for me (To pray for me)
Rap niggas over, and I say they all gettin' slumped over, huh (Gettin' slumped over)
Last man stand, bang 'til it's over, 'cause I'm a soldier ('Cause I'm a soldier, bom, bom, bom)
I won't think twice to kill your ass 'cause I don't know ya ('Cause I don't know ya)
Gotta run this shit, can't stop, I think it's turnin' over (It's turnin' over, huh)
[Outro]
Uh, think this shit been turnin' over