NBA YoungBoy – Boot Up

Lyrics Boot Up – NBA YoungBoy

Hold on, hold on
Oh, ain’t none of y’all ’bout murders
They know we love to step on s**t
Switch on back, I burst ’em
.. white T-shirt, we Durked that b**ch
Get a new toe tag, we murk ’em
They be sayin’ YoungBoy a dirty b**ch
I got these h*es talkin’ ’bout they ain’t fail, huh
I got lil’ shawty wanna f**k, she heard ..
I know this stanky ho ain’t talkin’, she done been everywhere
I told that b**ch, Stop all that stallin’, let me go get in there

Hold up, I’m .. make yo’ ho come blow me down
Got a .38 and a hammer ..
Got a AR with a hundred rounds
Monkey nuts, this b**ch got monkey nuts
Come on now, b**ch, come and test yo’ luck
We gon’ make you bite the dust
Who that is that plan on strikin’ us, So we can wipe ’em up
That be that chopper talk that make them p**sy n**gas tail talk
I’ma call .., b**ch, play with us
I ain’t seen bail, time to suit up
Timmy gettin’ our motion granted
Jumpin’ fresh, .. dope and haul in

Boot up, boot up
B**ch n**ga, yeah
Been down to serve ten years just
‘Cause he left a n**ga dead
Still out his mind
Boot up, b**ch, boot up
I bang green, I bang red
We gon’ flash a cutter in this b**ch
And they gon’ have to call the paramedics

Hold it steady, aim with precision shootin’ that blicky
This Adderal not Penicillin
I’m tryna send some s**t straight through the ceilin’
Before we die again, get no attention b**ch, with yo’ irrelevant n**gas
Car got false plates with, that’s stolo taxed
Bro got his Glock taped with a drum, not mag’
I’m on his a*s, when we get on his a*s, he better not freeze up
Shawty on my a*s, but, I don’t want her ass

I ain’t tryna tease her
I make her feel brand new, then straight delete her
That’s my lil’ Boss Baby, go to thuggin’, I call her Murder Amanita
Y’all a*s be on .. s**t, YoungBoy be on all of that
Get the drop, I send the blitz, I ain’t stoppin’ s**t, no fallin’ back
P**sy want to Insta’ beef, he Tweetin’ and I see all of that
Head hunter all on the road
Get off house arrest, I’m gon’ spread all they ass

Hold on, hold on
Oh, ain’t none of y’all ’bout murders
They know we love to step on s**t
Switch on back, I burst ’em
.. white T-shirt, we Durked that b**ch
Get a new toe tag, we murk ’em
They be sayin’ YoungBoy a dirty b**ch
I got these h*es talkin’ ’bout they ain’t fail, huh
I got lil’ shawty wanna f**k, she heard ..
I know this stanky ho ain’t talkin’, she done been everywhere
I told that b**ch, Stop all that stallin’, let me go get in there

Hold up now, oh-oh
Free them slimes
You already know how it is, we still behind enemy lines
Hold up now, oh-oh
We bangin’ ’til the end, n**ga, bielive that
You b**ch a*s n**gas gon’ bleed behind this…

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