NBA Youngboy, DaBaby – Neighborhood Superstar

Lyrics Neighborhood Superstar – NBA Youngboy, DaBaby

She like baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain’t fold under pressure, so I had to buy diamonds
Ain’t talk ’bout s**t on waist
But tell ’em, they don’t want my problems now
We gon’ double back, jump out with straps
Run down and pop ’em slime
Ain’t goin’ for s**t

I do too much, you can ask my mama
I be on anything
She be like, Baby, just chill
I be like, Baby, s**t real
I look in yo’ eyes, you looked at the flo’
So I’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal
What’s goin’ on, n**ga we got a problem
Uppin’ on every car that pull beside me

Leavin’ that project full of bodies
I turn that b**ch up, plenty homies
Soon as he come out then we got em
We gon’ drop em, b**ch
I’m full of pills, I’m sorry mama
Them n**gas slang that fire and Molly, pop it
I can’t squash it, it’s too much, know I gotta
I been with that s**t l, they know that
Got M’s, been beatin’ before that
5k, n**ga, check my coat tag
Slip once, need a b**ch with a toe tag
Drive fast, no plate on the Maybach
Trap house where they stash them pints at
Goyard where I tote my Drac’ at
Thick h*e, n**ga, know I don’t play that

Let’s go, stay out the way with them cameras
I just seen Baby pull up in a Phantom
Almost hit, n**ga hopped out with a thick b**ch
Must be from Atlanta
F**k that, they ain’t see I hopped out with that blammer
They ain’t know I got in with the stick on
They don’t know that this b**ch right here bulletproof
I can’t wait for a n**ga to hit at me
I really be cool as a b**ch
but can be rude as a b**ch if I get the wrong energy
They know I’ll put a h*e out if I love her or not
It protect my lil’ energy
Maybe s**t, Baby too real for the industry

Or maybe they know they never can get to me
Know that they know they never can finish me
Let off my Glizzy, I’m feelin’ a symphony, yeah
I’m in a ‘Burban and I got it on me
Three hundred thousand, just me and my homie
Lurkin’, we loaded all the way until the mornin’
Get a bad lil’ b**ch so I can bone her
Nawf 38, posted on that corner
Waitin’ for opps and duckin’ cops
.30 on my hip and under papaw house

I got a hundred shots
N**gas been on his block, on Dump don’t stop
I can bet his car get chopped
Let me hit from the back, say Top
Come out, turn around, then let her get on top
Got millions, still invest in blocks
We get ’em, never through the mail
The spot be jumpin’ like some Shocks
No Jigga, get it on for real
Ain’t done with that a*s, they get done for real
Let ’em talk that s**t while on them pills
Turn down as soon he feel this steel
N**ga, know we do this s**t, for real

Tryna fight, by night his top get peeled
In the car by one, by two, he killed
By four I booked and flew a jet
On the way LA while on a leer
She on me bad, so what it is
Grip her body, know I got it
Take her home and beat her body, I be diggin’ all inside it
Suicidal Kamikaze, p**sy s**t, I don’t acknowledge

Jump out, runnin’ from them choppas
Tried to hide and then they caught me, gang
I leave a stain, all you hear is Bang, bang
B**ch, lay down, I run that gang
They know I’m the murder man
Don’t come around, n**ga you frowned
F**k around It’s gon’ go down
N**ga cook that s**t, ain’t a sound
Left nine bodies in the town

I left my b**ch and got something new
Left her too, b**ch I’ma hound
Ready to bite me a n**ga
I really don’t like that lil’ n**ga
Ooh, he a icy lil’ n**ga

I’m in this b**ch with that stick, popping s**t
I’ma pull that b**ch out before I fight me a n**ga
I’m on vacation, I can’t get my hands on a banger
I f**k around, knife me a n**ga
I f**k around, poke me a n**ga
I f**k around, choke me a n**ga
I f**k around, take me a lil’ n**ga h*e
Put deeck in her face, make her beatbox
Ain’t seen a thing, how he pop

F**k that, four five, got it on ..
On that bulls**t you n**gas think that you on
F**k around and get spanked for a song
F**k around and get spinned for a diss
You gon’ let ’em come in, get you killed
Everyday, tryna stay out the way
Still adjusting to fame in this industry s**t
Send a hit and I pay for the s**t
I go in your s**t, make you pay for that lip

Neighborhood superstar, throwing weed in the car
They like boy, you can’t pay for that zip
They like n**ga we ain’t charging you s**t
Baby put on for Charlotte, he lit
I come around with a killer in the car behind me
With a body and a stock on the side of his stick
I was thinking about a body
Can’t forget about the last two

Yeah, gotta add another homi’ to the list
On the daily, got two of them b**ches
This one a semi, this one a switch
Doing my dance in her dougie
Hating for free, n**gas’ a b**ch
I’m in here with Nina Simone
I made her top fast. gave her some tits
Pulling her hair till she stutter
F**king on her with no rubber

She like baby blue like she from Carolina
Ain’t fold under pressure, so I had to buy diamonds
Ain’t talk ’bout s**t on waist
But tell ’em, they don’t want my problems now
We gon’ double back, jump out with straps
Run down and pop ’em slime
Ain’t goin’ for s**t

I do too much, you can ask my mama
I be on anything
She be like, Baby, just chill
I be like, Baby, s**t real
I look in yo’ eyes, you looked at the flo’
So I’m tryna know what you know, what’s the deal
What’s goin’ on, n**ga we got a problem
Uppin’ on every car that pull beside me…

Written by Leor Shevah, Beatsbyjuko, YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DaBaby
Album: Better Than You
Produced by Leor Shevah & Beatsbyjuko
NBA Youngboy | DaBaby | 2022