NBA YoungBoy (YoungBoy Never Broke Again) Kick Yo Door Lyrics

4KTrey

Ay, free DDawg

You know what it is with me, nigga

Nobody say if we gon’ die today

Northside, 38, we put guns to the face

Slime

Bow, bitch, kick yo’ door, uh

Mission, find the stash spot

Make ’em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo’ hands high, don’t make me let it blow

This ain’t the time for games now, bitch, I’ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga)

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don’t make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money ‘fore yo’ head I leave some rounds in

This shit could go straight or I could leave here with ‘yo head split

Bitch

And don’t say shit ain’t up in here, I know that ain’t right (That ain’t right)

Bitch, we smelt you cookin’ dope up here the other night (Other night)

I’m startin’ to think that you a smoker, why you got a pipe? (Got a pipe)

You make a move and I’ma bat you with this fuckin’ pipe, bitch (Lil’ boy)

38, straight connivin’, nigga breakin’ in yo’ shit

Go ask a real nigga ’bout me, these niggas can’t play me like no bitch (Uh-uh)

Play with me, you must want death, I tell me shooter make a wish (What up?)

Back to this, I’m here for that, now, nigga, come up off yo’ shit

Bow, bitch, kick yo’ door, uh

Mission, find the stash spot

Make ’em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo’ hands high, don’t make me let it blow

This ain’t the time for games now, bitch, I’ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga)

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don’t make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money ‘fore yo’ head I leave some rounds in

This shit could go straight or I could leave here with ‘yo head split

Bitch

Hold on, red bitch

Tote a green flag, she bang 4KTrey

Dirty bitches, talkin’ groupie bitches, always in my face

Bloody niggas, he got plenty bodies, caught another case

Nobody safe, and all he wanna know is who gon’ die today

Wet that nigga up in traffic, he got road rage

Slime, he just wiped a nigga nose for a whole thing

He on probation and he thuggin’, fuck what people think

Said he gon’ buy his bro cutlass with some candy paint

Get that money, nigga

Bow, bitch, kick yo’ door, uh

Mission, find the stash spot

Make ’em hit the floor, uh

I say hold yo’ hands high, don’t make me let it blow

This ain’t the time for games now, bitch, I’ma wipe your nose (Slatt, on slime, nigga)

Bow, hit the ground, bitch

Please don’t make no sound, bitch

We came here for the pounds

Show me where the money ‘fore yo’ head I leave some rounds in

This shit could go straight or I could leave here with ‘yo head split

Bitch