NBA Youngboy – I Don’t Talk

Lyrics I Don’t Talk – NBA Youngboy

I don’t talk to my girlfriends, and my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a North degree
F**k what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, b**ch, this that murder s**t
YoungBoy pull up, that’s when murder hit, know they heard of this
Kaylee in a Birkin bag even though the b**ch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame
Blackballed me from up out the game, b**ch, stripped me out the fame
I ain’t get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain
Oh, that’s hilarious, thug
Do dirty work with illegal guns, that’s what I was in the parish for

Make sure that my children travel, I ain’t happy how they perished us
Crime inside the same hood with no options, but they cherished us
Can’t be out here flippin’ patties, what make you think them h*es gon’ f**k with us
What the f**k you think so lavish Through my whole career been doped up
Playin’ limbo with that gunfire
Mama say I was her worst child
Daddy lost his soul inside of trial, that’s fifty-five, one long ride
Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I’m on now
If that’s my girl, I ain’t f**kin’ on her friend inside my home, uh

I don’t talk to my girlfriends, and my girlfriends don’t talk to me
Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a North degree
F**k what happened, you a woman, you don’t speak, oh, nah, nah
Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah
Get too close, get smoked like purple, b**ch, this that murder s**t
YoungBoy pull up, that’s when murder hit, know they heard of this
Kaylee in a Birkin bag even though the b**ch still do me bad
Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass

Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see
Who really love you, my friend Got your best interests
Got your back and with you, thug ’til the end
Don’t give no f**k if you kin
I need my phone, call guard, go to trippin’, try to slam me down
I’m with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down
Phone ring, it’s K, pick up my phone, KD just got gunned down
Bub bussin’ back, but what ’bout my lil’ brother
Montana son was ’round
She don’t love a n**ga, she a snake, huh Her mama taught her that
You free to f**k ’round if I don’t know about it
Who the f**k done thought of that

I’m a gangster, hang up on your mammy, b**ch know I ain’t callin’ back
I’m a ranger, in that Nawf, it’s danger, my family stoppin’ that
Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that
Ain’t takin’ care of her body, she skinny as the f**k, her parents fat
She stressin’, wildin’ about her old man, he done took her income tax
Know how she feel, I threw her somethin’, I watched n**gas do my mama that
He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her and made her spinal crack
He caught her talkin’ to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it’s cap
But shawty was lovin’ brodie a*s and everybody know that that’s a fact
Later OD’d from off a dose, it was as strong as nightcap

Say Phat Baby
Hello
Run that s**t
Run that s**t
Run that s**t
Let me see, let me see, let me see, let me see
Hahaha, nah, just go off, just go
I told Ten, man, f**k them n**gas
I want ’em all, been bringin’ pressure all my life
It ain’t no sense in calmin’ down
If Top ain’t feelin’ your demeanor
Bet I make you move around

Big a*s gat under my arm, b**ch, I’ll make your mama fall
I’m out that bottom, and I’m out that wall
To be exact, behind that feining store
Where they smoke mojo and they servin’ packs
.. always told me, I’ma kill you if you ever rat
They blocked the entrance off, so I say
F**k it, fall in through the back
4KTrey, nobody safe, and I gotta die this way
When we in the city, all them n**gas do is hibernatin’
Talk to Monique, she told me, PhatBlack, hit your knees and pray
The lawyers say they want the R.I.C.O., that’s another case…

Written by Phat Black, Vadebeatz & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Album: The Last Slimeto
Produced by Vadebeatz
NBA YoungBoy | 2022

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