NBA YoungBoy – Bloody Night

Lyrics Bloody Night – NBA YoungBoy

Look, uh, woah, woah, let’s talk, n**ga
Yeah, yeah, who said they gon’ do somethin’ to me
B**ch a*s n**ga, you ain’t tell n**ga
You don’t wanna do nothin’ with me
Yea-yeah, look

B**ch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my b**ch a Prada bag, she gotta give a*s on ass
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, n**ga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you n**gas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b**ches Say my name loud
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone

I need a n**ga who dead
Gon’ lay in your bag, gon’ lose your head, b**ch
Them boys you with, they scared to light
Turn red, we leave you dead with it
I’m smokin’, tryna focus
Now I’m called on me, pay her rent
Lil’ posted n**ga said that Quando got me tryna solve s**t

Been waitin’ your mans, it’s like he ran up
Switch ’em back with drums in
Shoot your front door, if you don’t know
We don’t choose, b**ch, I don’t pick
These n**gas been tryna steal my style
Don’t try see what I’ma come with

But I ain’t got Jason, so they f**k, the engineer ain’t on s**t
Shorty, hol’ on, put that p**sy on me, want me, I don’t see
How lil’ mama done fit all that a*s up in those jeans
I got plenty hundreds on me, just won’t lean, I don’t smoke weed
And I got a slam just for your slam for who condone me

B**ch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my b**ch a Prada bag, she gotta give a*s on ass
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, n**ga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you n**gas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b**ches Say my name loud
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone

Yooo, illusion life
‘Cause they been trippin’, they can’t wait ’til y’all make a wrong right
And that’s exactly how that s**t turn on a better night
Yep, you just don’t know your life, my in it, then next green light
I just see inside your eyes that you ain’t never been inside that car
N**ga, you just grew around that s**t, boy, you a b**ch
And all them old a*s n**gas that you be runnin’
We gon’ end up on some zombie s**t
From a headshot, when lil’ bro and ’em swanged the switch

Who that is, say they want Top pic, Gotta put ’em on my top list
I won’t drop s**t ’til I heard that he got blicks
You see them bangin’ green, know that be my s**t
I bossed it all, them foreigns, they drop s**t
Get a drop, gon’ show you they gon’ stay in’ who you with
They gon’ stay in the clip

B**ch, I got a problem, yeah, still don’t need no Prada bag
Bought my b**ch a Prada bag, she gotta give a*s on ass
I’m a solo baby, married baby, 38 made me, n**ga, yeah
Police could not tame me, so I heard that’s why they had to call the feds
Come on, let’s get it, run into you n**gas, it’s a bang out
Said they want beef, go and tell them b**ches Say my name loud
And I been official, hidin’ dirty pistols at PowPow house
Man, my mama trippin’, so y’all help my diss like, yeah, them all gone…

Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album: Realer 2
Produced by Leor Shevah
NBA YoungBoy | 2022